I need to update you all on something in my life that is half tragic and half a blessing. I'll call it, The Death of My Garden.
Some of you may know I worked for an elderly couple, George and Jane Korver, while I lived in Marshall. I mowed six acres of lawn, scooped algae off the pond with rake, became pretty swift with a weed whacker and tended the biggest most beautiful garden in the world. All those tasks were grand, however the best thing about the job was hands down that garden. George grew everything: corn, snow peas, yellow potatoes, red potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, broccoli, cucumbers, lettuce, red onions, yellow onions, summer squash, pumpkins, watermelon, cantelope, garlic, asparagus...you name it he grew it. It was awesome. I always had fresh vegetables, canned pickles, homemade sauces, salsas...the list goes on and on.
Anyway, the Korver's lit a fuse in me and ignited my love for gardening. So when Michael T. started living at Grandma's with all that potential growing space I got realllll pumped. I asked Grandma Agnes if I could have a garden and she got real excited too I think.
So, I began planning, and planting. I bought these little seed tray greenhouse thingers that you put a seed in then put the plastic cover on and then they grow before you put them in the ground. They are honestly necessary if you try and plant a garden up in these parts. We had snow til April this year so you can imagine the soil temp. Poor little seedlings can't wear gloves or coats so they freeze to death. At first I kept the seed trays at home and would come home at lunch and stare at them hoping they'd gotten bigger. The lighting in my apartment blows a little bit, so I made an executive decision and brought them to my office where they grew and grew and grew. I had tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, green beans and morning glories all greenifying my office.
One day Michael and Mick and Sandy went to town doing some yardwork and Michael plowed up a small space for me to have a garden. It looked great! My garden was taking shape, hot dog! The next day I transplanted my office buddy seedlings along with potatoes and onions, into my garden. At first nothing grew but weeds, but when I came back a few weeks later, BAM! We were in growing business!! I had a few challenges dealing with Michael's pets (those darn deer) so we (Mick and I) put up a redneck fence that only covered 5/8s of the garden. We used some corral gates on the other 3/8, that's why it was redneck. I also told Mick he could pee on the garden whenever he liked (Michael's pets don't like human peepee).
So yeah, the garden was awesome. Completely full of weeds, but still awesome. That was...until one fateful day, something very tragic happened. A man came to beautify Grandma's yard by chopping down all the trees around the quanset and the garage. It was close quarters and my garden is right behind the garage, and would really benefit from less keeping the warm sun out. So Mr. Man is back there doing "get-trees-out-of the ground" things when suddenly, he gets his Bobcat stuck in mud big time. He was surrounded on all sides by quanset, garage, and more trees. He had no where to turn. Exceppptttt......
(you guessed it, right through the garden).
Can you please take a moment of silence for my cucumbers, green beans, tomatoes, red and yellow potatoes, peppers and onions.
Luckily, I had planted some seeds in buckets on the deck. When I planted the seeds I thought they were tomatoes and peppers. Only peppers. At least I have something growing. Anyone wanna make pepper-flavored vodka with me?
And all is not lost. Next year, I'll have much more sunlight for my little plantings, and this time next year I'll have an abundance of veggies. I'll probably share with people who are really nice to me and give me nice things like a new rifle or cowboy boots or hunting gear (that's you, Michael). I also take cash, check or visa.
Shoutouts:
EJo: Good luck at school, I'm glad you got to go back to school shopping.
Megan B.: Hurry up and move here already. I'm DVRing Kim Kardashian's wedding for you tonight so we can watch it sunday.
Tibs: I've really gotten a crap ton of compliments on my haircut. I think you're hired for life.
Anyone who wants to become a Saints Booster Club member: Call me. 605-229-8378.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
225 Million Big Ones
225 Million. Dollars. Big Ones. Buckaroos.
That's the lottery tonight. Holy Cow. Do you know what I could do with 225 million dollars!? Well funny that you asked because I think about winning the lottery EVERY STINKIN DAY!
So, let me tell you what I would spend my winnings on :)
1. Student Loans. Did any of you think I would pay for anything else first? I complain about them more than I complain about the price of gas, the idiots I work with, and the price of tea in China. So right away, I'll knock out that 40k. Take that Federal Government! I'll probably pay for my sister's loans too. Maybe my brother's also, but he really has to suck up to me. Lately Patty Cakes has been a disgusting puke to me (and I even gave him my sweet blue chair for his dorm, rude!)
2. My parent's house and any debt they have. My parents are amazing. All throughout my childhood both my mom and dad worked at least two jobs to take care of Erin, Pat and myself. Seriously, they gave us anything. We all participated in club sports, spent entire weekends in hotels and gyms, and they did it all knowing they would do even more for us if we asked. I seriously feel so blessed to have Karl with a K and Mary Linda for parents. And now, I think they're even cooler. I mean my mom loves drinking bloody mary's with me now and my dad loves gardening. They're awesome! And they don't need to worry about money anymore. They've worried long enough. Side note: my dad wants to go back to school to be a physical therapy assistant. If he does, I'd pay for that too. But only if he still wanted to. I mean naturally I'm going to give my parents an allowance so they won't ever have to work again unless they choose too. They could just retire and do retirement things. Like golf and read Martha Stewart magazine (that's a joke, Mary Linda hates Martha).
3. Pay for a better library at SMSU, and a new curtain in the gym. Ok spending 4.5 years at a school I realized some improvements could be made. Such as a waaaaayyyyy bigger library (reading books makes you smarter people). I'd also put a curtain in the RA facility. See it's hard to focus at basketball practice when softball is screwing around on the south end of the gym, baseball is fondling one another at the other end and wrestling is giving piggy back rides to one another around the track (i mean that in itself is distracting!). I'd probably also give a huge chunk of change to Kelly Loft, the best Sports Information Director in the world who taught me everything I know, and an even bigger chunk to all the women's athletic teams. Let's face it girls, we still get the shaft (that's what she said).
4. Play Monopoly. Buy up a bunch a land baby!!! Then put houses and hotels on it and charge people a $100 rent like on Park Place. That's a joke there, I'd charge $200. Ok seriously thought, I'd buy land everywhere I could. Specifically Sodak, Montana, Iowa and Scotland. Yes, Scotland. I want to have my own home overseas where I can just hop on a jumbo jet and get away from everything. The other three are just so farmers can rent the land from me. Ok secretly I want my old roommate to farm the land for me, and then I'd be the boss and he'd have to listen to me. Muahhahaha. :)
5. Donate to lots of charities. These days, everyone needs money. And I truthfully don't think I should be the only one to benefit from my hypothetical winnings. So I'll give a bunch to Susan G. Komen in honor of one of the most amazing women I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, Margie Thiel McDermott, some to Livestrong, some to SmileTrain, and probably some to whomever asks. Remember this people, YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU GIVE. Sharing means caring.
Ok that's about all I have to say about winning the lottery. Fingers crossed it happens.
Oh p.s. it's my old roommates birthday on Friday. Happy Birthday ya big hairy sexy beast. May all your dreams come true or something.
Shoutouts:
Grandma Milly: I'm sorry you've had eye problems lately. I hope you feel better soon!
Megan Betz: Hurry up and move here already.
Woman Security Guard at PC: I love how tough and manly you look, but I love it even more when I catch you smoking a cig in your convertible and reading Cosmo.
That's the lottery tonight. Holy Cow. Do you know what I could do with 225 million dollars!? Well funny that you asked because I think about winning the lottery EVERY STINKIN DAY!
So, let me tell you what I would spend my winnings on :)
1. Student Loans. Did any of you think I would pay for anything else first? I complain about them more than I complain about the price of gas, the idiots I work with, and the price of tea in China. So right away, I'll knock out that 40k. Take that Federal Government! I'll probably pay for my sister's loans too. Maybe my brother's also, but he really has to suck up to me. Lately Patty Cakes has been a disgusting puke to me (and I even gave him my sweet blue chair for his dorm, rude!)
2. My parent's house and any debt they have. My parents are amazing. All throughout my childhood both my mom and dad worked at least two jobs to take care of Erin, Pat and myself. Seriously, they gave us anything. We all participated in club sports, spent entire weekends in hotels and gyms, and they did it all knowing they would do even more for us if we asked. I seriously feel so blessed to have Karl with a K and Mary Linda for parents. And now, I think they're even cooler. I mean my mom loves drinking bloody mary's with me now and my dad loves gardening. They're awesome! And they don't need to worry about money anymore. They've worried long enough. Side note: my dad wants to go back to school to be a physical therapy assistant. If he does, I'd pay for that too. But only if he still wanted to. I mean naturally I'm going to give my parents an allowance so they won't ever have to work again unless they choose too. They could just retire and do retirement things. Like golf and read Martha Stewart magazine (that's a joke, Mary Linda hates Martha).
3. Pay for a better library at SMSU, and a new curtain in the gym. Ok spending 4.5 years at a school I realized some improvements could be made. Such as a waaaaayyyyy bigger library (reading books makes you smarter people). I'd also put a curtain in the RA facility. See it's hard to focus at basketball practice when softball is screwing around on the south end of the gym, baseball is fondling one another at the other end and wrestling is giving piggy back rides to one another around the track (i mean that in itself is distracting!). I'd probably also give a huge chunk of change to Kelly Loft, the best Sports Information Director in the world who taught me everything I know, and an even bigger chunk to all the women's athletic teams. Let's face it girls, we still get the shaft (that's what she said).
4. Play Monopoly. Buy up a bunch a land baby!!! Then put houses and hotels on it and charge people a $100 rent like on Park Place. That's a joke there, I'd charge $200. Ok seriously thought, I'd buy land everywhere I could. Specifically Sodak, Montana, Iowa and Scotland. Yes, Scotland. I want to have my own home overseas where I can just hop on a jumbo jet and get away from everything. The other three are just so farmers can rent the land from me. Ok secretly I want my old roommate to farm the land for me, and then I'd be the boss and he'd have to listen to me. Muahhahaha. :)
5. Donate to lots of charities. These days, everyone needs money. And I truthfully don't think I should be the only one to benefit from my hypothetical winnings. So I'll give a bunch to Susan G. Komen in honor of one of the most amazing women I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, Margie Thiel McDermott, some to Livestrong, some to SmileTrain, and probably some to whomever asks. Remember this people, YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU GIVE. Sharing means caring.
Ok that's about all I have to say about winning the lottery. Fingers crossed it happens.
Oh p.s. it's my old roommates birthday on Friday. Happy Birthday ya big hairy sexy beast. May all your dreams come true or something.
Shoutouts:
Grandma Milly: I'm sorry you've had eye problems lately. I hope you feel better soon!
Megan Betz: Hurry up and move here already.
Woman Security Guard at PC: I love how tough and manly you look, but I love it even more when I catch you smoking a cig in your convertible and reading Cosmo.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
strawberries, peppers, and thunderstorms
Hi!
Ok, I'm busting at the seems to tell you what I just made. Wanna know!? Strawberry infused vodka and pepper infused vodka. Ohymylanta, my weekend just got really exciting because of this stuff! Lemme tell you about it.
So my roommate, Abby O, told me about this vodka-infusion-make-your-eyes-cross-and-your-brain-explode awesomeness. We were going to make it together but she went to the Black Hills. And I got antsy. I went online and googled this magical potion she spoke of, and I found it here. There's a poo-mound full of different infusions you can try, but strawberries and peppers were on sale at Wal Mart so I got those (also, good news, Wally now sells hard liquor!). I came home real fast like and chopped away. First I made the strawberry vodka. I used entire pint of berries--cut the tops off and quarter the rest of the fruit. I put the fruit in a mason jar (I like mason jars way more than the average person should, but I love the homemade do-it yourself, redneck nostalgia) and dumped Phillips vodka (wayyy classy by the way) over the fruit. Put a lid on it and put it in the fridge for 3-7 days shaking it no more than twice a day. I did the same with the peppers except I cored them taking out the seeds because they contain the most heat. PLEASE NOTE: If you don't have gloves, like I didn't, wash your hands IMMEDIATELY. Like don't rub your eyes after touching hot seeds because it hurts like a bia.
Here's what my creation looks like.
So anyway, I can't wait for Friday. I might have to have a strawberry drink before work....JOKES!...but seriously, I can't wait.
Also, there is a thunderstorm roaring outside right now. 70 mile an hour winds, yeah boy! I just saw the Wicked Witch of the West ride by on her bicycle. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
Wanna see the sky? Ok I'll show you.
And one more picture for good measure now that I know how to add pictures to this thing.
Ok, I'm busting at the seems to tell you what I just made. Wanna know!? Strawberry infused vodka and pepper infused vodka. Ohymylanta, my weekend just got really exciting because of this stuff! Lemme tell you about it.
So my roommate, Abby O, told me about this vodka-infusion-make-your-eyes-cross-and-your-brain-explode awesomeness. We were going to make it together but she went to the Black Hills. And I got antsy. I went online and googled this magical potion she spoke of, and I found it here. There's a poo-mound full of different infusions you can try, but strawberries and peppers were on sale at Wal Mart so I got those (also, good news, Wally now sells hard liquor!). I came home real fast like and chopped away. First I made the strawberry vodka. I used entire pint of berries--cut the tops off and quarter the rest of the fruit. I put the fruit in a mason jar (I like mason jars way more than the average person should, but I love the homemade do-it yourself, redneck nostalgia) and dumped Phillips vodka (wayyy classy by the way) over the fruit. Put a lid on it and put it in the fridge for 3-7 days shaking it no more than twice a day. I did the same with the peppers except I cored them taking out the seeds because they contain the most heat. PLEASE NOTE: If you don't have gloves, like I didn't, wash your hands IMMEDIATELY. Like don't rub your eyes after touching hot seeds because it hurts like a bia.
Here's what my creation looks like.
And here's my fridge. She's a beaut.
So anyway, I can't wait for Friday. I might have to have a strawberry drink before work....JOKES!...but seriously, I can't wait.
Also, there is a thunderstorm roaring outside right now. 70 mile an hour winds, yeah boy! I just saw the Wicked Witch of the West ride by on her bicycle. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
Wanna see the sky? Ok I'll show you.
And one more picture for good measure now that I know how to add pictures to this thing.
Hello river at sunrise. You're my favorite.
Ok last one I promise. I love my captain. Even when he sunburns his eyes and has to look like a 40-year old. :)
Three days til the weekend. But who's counting.
Friday, July 22, 2011
i got the blues
That's right. I'm a bummed out ginger right now. Why? A few reasons that lead to the main reason: I can't go to Gettysburg this weekend. I'll start from the beginning of my woes.
1. Student loans. I just learned of my entire student loan total: 40, 319 big bucks. I have to start paying in October. Trick or treat? I take trick, big time.
2. Car is a piece. I love my taurasaurus. Except she's getting old. And the air conditioning goes out every five minutes. I need a new beast but, please refer to #1 as to why I won't be getting one anytime soon.
3. Gas. Fuel. Liquid Gold. Whatever, it's expensive. Sometimes I wish I really could pay for it with my arm and my leg because I feel as that would be cheaper than $3.69 a gallon. Costs me fifty big ones to fill my tank. Once again, please refer to #1 as the reasoning behind my lack of enthusiasm for filling my car.
So you can see the root of all my problems is stupid student loans that I have to pay off asap so I can spend my hard earned dough on something other than an education. If anyone knows of scholarships available to old people to help pay off student loans (other than lottery tickets, I already buy those), please pass on the knowledge. Many thanks in advance.
Shout outs:
JK Rowling: Good books. I take that back. GREAT books. I think I'm going to follow your footsteps and start writing a book on a napkin. Seemed to work out for you so I might as well try it.
Tibs: Thanks for hiring me (in advance) as a wax specialist for your shop. Guys out there I already have a special going on: $10 back waxing. Steal!
Mary Kay Ash: Soooo according to all the "educational materials" I've recieved from your company, I should be making more money than I am right now. What's the deal? People, y'all need to buy more make up to get hot.
1. Student loans. I just learned of my entire student loan total: 40, 319 big bucks. I have to start paying in October. Trick or treat? I take trick, big time.
2. Car is a piece. I love my taurasaurus. Except she's getting old. And the air conditioning goes out every five minutes. I need a new beast but, please refer to #1 as to why I won't be getting one anytime soon.
3. Gas. Fuel. Liquid Gold. Whatever, it's expensive. Sometimes I wish I really could pay for it with my arm and my leg because I feel as that would be cheaper than $3.69 a gallon. Costs me fifty big ones to fill my tank. Once again, please refer to #1 as the reasoning behind my lack of enthusiasm for filling my car.
So you can see the root of all my problems is stupid student loans that I have to pay off asap so I can spend my hard earned dough on something other than an education. If anyone knows of scholarships available to old people to help pay off student loans (other than lottery tickets, I already buy those), please pass on the knowledge. Many thanks in advance.
Shout outs:
JK Rowling: Good books. I take that back. GREAT books. I think I'm going to follow your footsteps and start writing a book on a napkin. Seemed to work out for you so I might as well try it.
Tibs: Thanks for hiring me (in advance) as a wax specialist for your shop. Guys out there I already have a special going on: $10 back waxing. Steal!
Mary Kay Ash: Soooo according to all the "educational materials" I've recieved from your company, I should be making more money than I am right now. What's the deal? People, y'all need to buy more make up to get hot.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
60 years, 4th of July, one hectic summer
I'm taking a small break from work today because I have stuff to share.
Last weekend was my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary. It was also the first time Michael met my family. Also the first time Michael and I embarked on a road trip together. So you could say this trip was a pretty big deal. You could also say I was a bundle of nerves. I shouldn't have been. The weekend was awesome. I'll tell you why.
1) I love my grandparents. I don't think I can get over how cool these two 85-year olds are. Grandpa Bob is hilarious. And Grandma Milly can't hear so she just looks at all of us with her hand cupped over her ear. She also makes chocolate brownies and freezes them. So good.
2) All of my cousins were back. Now there's only nine of us, but when we get together we have a lot of fun. This year nearly everyone was of drinking age. And those who weren't generally took part in the festivities as well. Friday night we all wanted to go out, and we were just going to "see" if the youngins' could get in. Michael downloaded this "sweet bar finder app" (like he needs an app, he can find booze anywhere) and we discovered a place called Playerz. Classy establishment if you ask me. Anyway, the bouncer at the door checks everyone's ID except for the three kids who stood outside with dumb looks on their faces. Well big scary bouncer sees them-- and it was like Moses parting the Red Sea--sees them (picture this slow motion style now) turns his head and walks away from the door. Underage kids--faces light up, sprint through the door and to the bar. It was a miracle for sure. Thank you Sweet Baby Jesus.
3) On the topic of my awesome cousins, I should mention how awesome we all look together. We could have been casted as the Weasley family from Harry Potter (minus State Champion, who ran through the screen door, Lauren who has too much lebanese in her). Even Michael fits the mold with his bright red beard. So naturally when we walked into Playerz, we caused a stir. I don't think anyone has ever been in the prescense of that many gingers at once.
4) My mom and dad hugged Michael. This sounds dumb and not a big deal, but it is. When my mom met my sister's boyfriend, she shook his hand. BUT when burly, great white hunter, the one and only Michael came to town he got a hug! I was impressed. But my dad also kept giving him handshakes at really awkward times....like Sunday morning across the breakfast table, mid conversation. Dad, I know you like him, but I don't think you're on a political campaign so I don't think shaking Michael's hand while he is mid-bite into his banana is necessary.
5) Three of my friends from DeWitt came to meet the great white hunter. Megan, Leah and Austin (who wore jeans, yes!) Came up to visit on Saturday night. Can I just say it was soooo good to see them. And I'm really glad they got to experience my cousin Jeremy. I know he enjoyed you guys!
OK, so that was last weekend. Now I need to talk about the greatness of next weekend called the FOURTH OF JULY BOYYYYYYSSSSSS!
I love the fourth of july. Numerous reasons.
A) No work. Starting tomorrow at 12:01, I will be on vacation time until 5:30 a.m. Wednesday. Let me tell you, much much needed.
B) River hats. Being a ginger, I have to protect my ginger face. And this year I got the best river hat ever. One day last summer while I worked at the Marshall American Legion Post 113, this old drunk pervert bought me one of the overly patriotic hats the legion sold for five bucks. He asked me to wear it the whole night and he'd "tip me good." One camo hat with an American Flag and Bald eagle and a forty dollar tip later, I got me a sweet river hat. Thanks ya old drunken perv, I'm gonna look awesome this weekend. I don't that hat offers a better symbol of 'MERICA!
C) Sandy Hagny's awesome cooking. Sandra can cook, ohmylanta she can cook. This is her holiday for sure (also her son's...like mother like son I guess). She called me earlier this week in a panic because she couldn't get a hold of the pulled pork lady. This sent me into a tizzy because Pulled Pork Lady's pork is to die for! She's also asked me numerous times what all we want to eat. Sandy, let me tell you, no matter what you cook will be in my belly before you can start singing the Vatican Rag, so no worries.
D) The Boat. The Music. The Sunshine. The Friends. In South Dakota, the winter is awful. We had continous days of -10 and below temperatures this past season. Brutal. On those days, I would think back to the fourth of july last year and picture this (imagine it with me): me at the front of the boat, kate winslet circa Titanic style, michael at the helm sporting a seven-year old, on it's last leg, blue cut-off shirt from Abercrombie, a rainbow colored, "Best White-Tail" hat perched on top of his mammoth-sized noggin, Van Halen's Why Can't this Be Love, blaring as we race, take that back, soar over the water, towards our favorite spot, just below the bridge. Yes, people that very image, pulled me through this rough winter. The thought of a few more glorious days on the water with great friends, sunshine and booze kept me going when all I wanted to do was book a vacation for Cancun on a credit card I would never pay for, and in turn, ruin my less than perfect credit even more. I have looked forward to this weekend since it ended last year. And it is almost here.
One more thing before I go, I wanted to mention someone very special to Michael and myself who will be with us one more time this weekend before he is shipped over seas for active duty. Daniel Hunnel, one of Michael's best friends, started a four-day vacation last night when his girlfriend Jada Hawkinson picked him up in Pierre. We love Danny and Jada very much, and they were a huge part of the success of last year's fourth of July. I'm so happy Danny gets to come spend a few days with us before he has to go serve our country. He is a truly generous guy, and I thank him from the bottom of my heart for not only fighting for our freedom, but for being Michael's friend. Danny will be headed overseas on July 4th, but in his honor, we will remember his saying on Monday, "Just Love it A Little Bit." Go get' em, Danny.
Shout outs:
Wilbert the 80 year-old landlord: I don't know what you were thinking mowing the lawn today, the hottest day of the summer, but hey, it looks nice.
Brian Mistro: You say I never give you a shout out. Well here it is: my blog is better than yours. fact.
Old Man from Playerz who told me not to let the "brothers" bother me: thanks for the advice, but they weren't bothering us. I would gawk too if I saw that many gingers at one time.
Megan Mac, Leah, and Austin: Thanks so much for coming to see me Saturday! I love you!
Last weekend was my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary. It was also the first time Michael met my family. Also the first time Michael and I embarked on a road trip together. So you could say this trip was a pretty big deal. You could also say I was a bundle of nerves. I shouldn't have been. The weekend was awesome. I'll tell you why.
1) I love my grandparents. I don't think I can get over how cool these two 85-year olds are. Grandpa Bob is hilarious. And Grandma Milly can't hear so she just looks at all of us with her hand cupped over her ear. She also makes chocolate brownies and freezes them. So good.
2) All of my cousins were back. Now there's only nine of us, but when we get together we have a lot of fun. This year nearly everyone was of drinking age. And those who weren't generally took part in the festivities as well. Friday night we all wanted to go out, and we were just going to "see" if the youngins' could get in. Michael downloaded this "sweet bar finder app" (like he needs an app, he can find booze anywhere) and we discovered a place called Playerz. Classy establishment if you ask me. Anyway, the bouncer at the door checks everyone's ID except for the three kids who stood outside with dumb looks on their faces. Well big scary bouncer sees them-- and it was like Moses parting the Red Sea--sees them (picture this slow motion style now) turns his head and walks away from the door. Underage kids--faces light up, sprint through the door and to the bar. It was a miracle for sure. Thank you Sweet Baby Jesus.
3) On the topic of my awesome cousins, I should mention how awesome we all look together. We could have been casted as the Weasley family from Harry Potter (minus State Champion, who ran through the screen door, Lauren who has too much lebanese in her). Even Michael fits the mold with his bright red beard. So naturally when we walked into Playerz, we caused a stir. I don't think anyone has ever been in the prescense of that many gingers at once.
4) My mom and dad hugged Michael. This sounds dumb and not a big deal, but it is. When my mom met my sister's boyfriend, she shook his hand. BUT when burly, great white hunter, the one and only Michael came to town he got a hug! I was impressed. But my dad also kept giving him handshakes at really awkward times....like Sunday morning across the breakfast table, mid conversation. Dad, I know you like him, but I don't think you're on a political campaign so I don't think shaking Michael's hand while he is mid-bite into his banana is necessary.
5) Three of my friends from DeWitt came to meet the great white hunter. Megan, Leah and Austin (who wore jeans, yes!) Came up to visit on Saturday night. Can I just say it was soooo good to see them. And I'm really glad they got to experience my cousin Jeremy. I know he enjoyed you guys!
OK, so that was last weekend. Now I need to talk about the greatness of next weekend called the FOURTH OF JULY BOYYYYYYSSSSSS!
I love the fourth of july. Numerous reasons.
A) No work. Starting tomorrow at 12:01, I will be on vacation time until 5:30 a.m. Wednesday. Let me tell you, much much needed.
B) River hats. Being a ginger, I have to protect my ginger face. And this year I got the best river hat ever. One day last summer while I worked at the Marshall American Legion Post 113, this old drunk pervert bought me one of the overly patriotic hats the legion sold for five bucks. He asked me to wear it the whole night and he'd "tip me good." One camo hat with an American Flag and Bald eagle and a forty dollar tip later, I got me a sweet river hat. Thanks ya old drunken perv, I'm gonna look awesome this weekend. I don't that hat offers a better symbol of 'MERICA!
C) Sandy Hagny's awesome cooking. Sandra can cook, ohmylanta she can cook. This is her holiday for sure (also her son's...like mother like son I guess). She called me earlier this week in a panic because she couldn't get a hold of the pulled pork lady. This sent me into a tizzy because Pulled Pork Lady's pork is to die for! She's also asked me numerous times what all we want to eat. Sandy, let me tell you, no matter what you cook will be in my belly before you can start singing the Vatican Rag, so no worries.
D) The Boat. The Music. The Sunshine. The Friends. In South Dakota, the winter is awful. We had continous days of -10 and below temperatures this past season. Brutal. On those days, I would think back to the fourth of july last year and picture this (imagine it with me): me at the front of the boat, kate winslet circa Titanic style, michael at the helm sporting a seven-year old, on it's last leg, blue cut-off shirt from Abercrombie, a rainbow colored, "Best White-Tail" hat perched on top of his mammoth-sized noggin, Van Halen's Why Can't this Be Love, blaring as we race, take that back, soar over the water, towards our favorite spot, just below the bridge. Yes, people that very image, pulled me through this rough winter. The thought of a few more glorious days on the water with great friends, sunshine and booze kept me going when all I wanted to do was book a vacation for Cancun on a credit card I would never pay for, and in turn, ruin my less than perfect credit even more. I have looked forward to this weekend since it ended last year. And it is almost here.
One more thing before I go, I wanted to mention someone very special to Michael and myself who will be with us one more time this weekend before he is shipped over seas for active duty. Daniel Hunnel, one of Michael's best friends, started a four-day vacation last night when his girlfriend Jada Hawkinson picked him up in Pierre. We love Danny and Jada very much, and they were a huge part of the success of last year's fourth of July. I'm so happy Danny gets to come spend a few days with us before he has to go serve our country. He is a truly generous guy, and I thank him from the bottom of my heart for not only fighting for our freedom, but for being Michael's friend. Danny will be headed overseas on July 4th, but in his honor, we will remember his saying on Monday, "Just Love it A Little Bit." Go get' em, Danny.
Shout outs:
Wilbert the 80 year-old landlord: I don't know what you were thinking mowing the lawn today, the hottest day of the summer, but hey, it looks nice.
Brian Mistro: You say I never give you a shout out. Well here it is: my blog is better than yours. fact.
Old Man from Playerz who told me not to let the "brothers" bother me: thanks for the advice, but they weren't bothering us. I would gawk too if I saw that many gingers at one time.
Megan Mac, Leah, and Austin: Thanks so much for coming to see me Saturday! I love you!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Halfsies
Hi All (and by all I mean about seven of you who faithfully read my nonsense, you're great! thanks!)
Many if not all know I did something very crazy last Saturday: I ran 13.1 miles with 7,000 other people up in Fargo, Nort DakOOOOOOtah. Let me tell you, hardest, most challenging, best thing I've ever done in my life. The atmosphere, the people, the supporters, the hilarious signs, the PAIN (during and after) all added up for an awesome experience. I'll give you some highlights:
1. Our hotel.
My friends, Sara, Abby O, and Little Stader (LMM or Megan), stayed at the Grand Inn, the epitome of luxury....not. For 14.25 per person for a night I shouldn't complain too much, but I have to tell you about it: this place was hilarious. We pull up and it looks as though a drug deal is taking place. Lovely. Since Fargo (and all of Morehead spare our grand room at the Grand Inn) was booked, we had to take a smoking room. I think I still smell like a cig. Ick. The bed was my favorite: those old school blankets that fuzz up and you get the fuzzes everywhere and they have the fake silky ribbon things sewn on the ends...we had that, in a mustard-y orange, someone just fed the baby cheetos and she vomited color. Ok I'm done complaining because I am very grateful for Sara finding us a place to crash before we pushed our bodies to the brink of extinction (ok sorry, that's dramatic, not that bad).
2. Signs
The support from the people from Fargo (and wherever else they're from) along the race route was AMAZING! The entire race there were people cheering you on, saying we looked great (they lied, i didn't care), saying "you're almost there!" (another lie, i'm over it now) etc. etc. The signs they brought were HILARIOUS. Here are a few of my favorites:
a. A man dressed as the Grim Reaper with a sign outside the fargodome at mile 12.75: the end is near (so much for the world ending
b. Chuck Norris couldn't run 13.1 miles
c. Naked cheerleaders one mile ahead!
d. Free Beer!
And my favorite:
e. Don't sh*t your pants.
3. Chaffing
(for those with sensitive stomachs skip down to 4. Fargo Dome. for those who want to laugh at my expense, read on)
People, when you run 13.1 miles, you chaf in places you never thought possible. My poor bum hurt so bad post-race I had to walk holding it up. I can imagine the thoughts of people who saw me waddle around, arse in my paws, like I had just gotten off a horse.
4. FargoDome
One of the highlights of the race was definitely running into the FargoDome for the finish. I felt like Marion Jones (pre-steroid bust) running across the finish line with the stands full of people cheering for me. Me! "Heck yes, I just ran 13.1 miles, yeah I know I'm a pretty big deal, hey boo, what's your sign?" Ok, that was another dramatization. I didn't say any of those things. I actually teared up. Awhile back at my brother's graduation my chiropractor and my dad were talking about my race and the conversation went somewhere along the lines of Did you ever think she could do this? In my heart and in my head I knew I could. And in that moment I was so proud of myself and everything that had happened in my life to lead me to that point: two knee surgeries and nearly three years of pain. Running has long been my getaway, my stress-reliever, my drug, but up until that point, I wasn't aware of how far I could push myself. I am so happy I did it, I'm so happy I proved to myself how strong I am. The back of our medals say: I can do all things...(Phil 4:13) It's awesome what we can do when we believe.
Many if not all know I did something very crazy last Saturday: I ran 13.1 miles with 7,000 other people up in Fargo, Nort DakOOOOOOtah. Let me tell you, hardest, most challenging, best thing I've ever done in my life. The atmosphere, the people, the supporters, the hilarious signs, the PAIN (during and after) all added up for an awesome experience. I'll give you some highlights:
1. Our hotel.
My friends, Sara, Abby O, and Little Stader (LMM or Megan), stayed at the Grand Inn, the epitome of luxury....not. For 14.25 per person for a night I shouldn't complain too much, but I have to tell you about it: this place was hilarious. We pull up and it looks as though a drug deal is taking place. Lovely. Since Fargo (and all of Morehead spare our grand room at the Grand Inn) was booked, we had to take a smoking room. I think I still smell like a cig. Ick. The bed was my favorite: those old school blankets that fuzz up and you get the fuzzes everywhere and they have the fake silky ribbon things sewn on the ends...we had that, in a mustard-y orange, someone just fed the baby cheetos and she vomited color. Ok I'm done complaining because I am very grateful for Sara finding us a place to crash before we pushed our bodies to the brink of extinction (ok sorry, that's dramatic, not that bad).
2. Signs
The support from the people from Fargo (and wherever else they're from) along the race route was AMAZING! The entire race there were people cheering you on, saying we looked great (they lied, i didn't care), saying "you're almost there!" (another lie, i'm over it now) etc. etc. The signs they brought were HILARIOUS. Here are a few of my favorites:
a. A man dressed as the Grim Reaper with a sign outside the fargodome at mile 12.75: the end is near (so much for the world ending
b. Chuck Norris couldn't run 13.1 miles
c. Naked cheerleaders one mile ahead!
d. Free Beer!
And my favorite:
e. Don't sh*t your pants.
3. Chaffing
(for those with sensitive stomachs skip down to 4. Fargo Dome. for those who want to laugh at my expense, read on)
People, when you run 13.1 miles, you chaf in places you never thought possible. My poor bum hurt so bad post-race I had to walk holding it up. I can imagine the thoughts of people who saw me waddle around, arse in my paws, like I had just gotten off a horse.
4. FargoDome
One of the highlights of the race was definitely running into the FargoDome for the finish. I felt like Marion Jones (pre-steroid bust) running across the finish line with the stands full of people cheering for me. Me! "Heck yes, I just ran 13.1 miles, yeah I know I'm a pretty big deal, hey boo, what's your sign?" Ok, that was another dramatization. I didn't say any of those things. I actually teared up. Awhile back at my brother's graduation my chiropractor and my dad were talking about my race and the conversation went somewhere along the lines of Did you ever think she could do this? In my heart and in my head I knew I could. And in that moment I was so proud of myself and everything that had happened in my life to lead me to that point: two knee surgeries and nearly three years of pain. Running has long been my getaway, my stress-reliever, my drug, but up until that point, I wasn't aware of how far I could push myself. I am so happy I did it, I'm so happy I proved to myself how strong I am. The back of our medals say: I can do all things...(Phil 4:13) It's awesome what we can do when we believe.
This is us, post-race, in all our glory. Holla!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
improvements and changes
I didn't realize my bloggy was such a big deal until not one person, but two people asked for a post. Folks (you know who you are), I feel honored.
So you probs want to know what I've been up to. Well here it is. Lots and lots and lots of big girl work things. I don't feel like I have a life anymore other than working and sleeping. I think I've called my mother, MLB, fifty times about how much I don't like this big girl job business. Last night when I stopped over at my friend Abby O's house (more on that later) I discussed my future life plans. Here they were: a) life insurance agent, b) full-time mary kay lady (also another story) c) crafting, refurbishing, upcycling queen (weird that's also another story, guess my life is more than just work right now).
So I went to visit one of my besties, Abby O, and pick up a sweet bench that used to be her roommate's. The poor bench sat on the poor all winter so it needed some love. Its one of my five million projects on my plate currently, but seriously, crafting projects and running are the only things helping me keep my sanity lately. So yeah, I sanded the bench tonight. I'm going to go over one more time tomorrow then paint it some real awesome color i think.
Speaking of projects, i bought something tonight that i've wanted for a long time: a drill. It was only ten dollars so it's probably gonna crap out on me in a month, but I wanted hang a hook thing on my bathroom wall for my towels so they wouldn't be on the floor and submitted to the wrath of all the spiders i share this apartment with. One time my friend schlo told me if I bought a drill i'd be very butch. But ya know what, Schlo Jo, I really like my drill. It helps me do fun things. And guess what else I bought? A handheld sander, a level, and sandpaper. Now all I need is a tool belt.
Speaking of sharing my apartment....my roommate moved out. Yes, he left. Don't worry, we still are happy go-lucky, black velvet love drunk. He's just back in gettysburg farming. Since he's moving guess what comes down from the walls!? Yep! The beer signs! While I know they look very fraternity-chic, I'm ready for the chance to change up my decor. And Abby O is moving in soon! Yippee! We're going to have fun and do craft things together and cook really nummy food.
Speaking of crafty things, I planted a garden in gettysburg. Right now it has red onions, yellow onions, red potatoes, and yukon potatoes. BUT! My office garden has tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, green beans, sunflower seeds, and morning glories. They'll be transplanted Sunday after i run my HALF MARATHON in fargo on Sunday. I love my little seeds in my window. I look at them and think of them as my little kids. I can't wait to eat them. Sorry that was vulgar.
Also, I started selling mary kay. It's my attempt at being my own boss, making extra money, and looking hot all the time. Funny thing is that since I started "selling" I've left the house with out wearing make up more than I did before I sold. Such is life. So if you wanna get hot, let MK and me hook you up.
I'm not feeling very funny right now. I don't have any good stories. Well I do, but they aren't nutshell appropriate. Maybe after a little more time passes...you know like when something bad happens and someone tells an awful joke, someone else says ohhhh too soon. well yeah its still too soon. but when they come out, you'll laugh.
Shoutouts:
V: Ginny, you're my favorite person at work. I think I agree with you when you say if I stick with you, I'll go far.
Jackie E: Ciao! Come stai, Bella! Hope you're enjoying Italy!
Sundrop Girl: Thanks for stealing my dance moves, and becoming rich and famous. You owe me.
Luane from the Real Housewives of New York: I agree with Alex, you are a thug in a cocktail dress. Just because you have the title countess in front of your name (royalty is dead lady, we live in 'Merica) does not mean you know everything about everything. You're a big bully.
Mom: Holla!
So you probs want to know what I've been up to. Well here it is. Lots and lots and lots of big girl work things. I don't feel like I have a life anymore other than working and sleeping. I think I've called my mother, MLB, fifty times about how much I don't like this big girl job business. Last night when I stopped over at my friend Abby O's house (more on that later) I discussed my future life plans. Here they were: a) life insurance agent, b) full-time mary kay lady (also another story) c) crafting, refurbishing, upcycling queen (weird that's also another story, guess my life is more than just work right now).
So I went to visit one of my besties, Abby O, and pick up a sweet bench that used to be her roommate's. The poor bench sat on the poor all winter so it needed some love. Its one of my five million projects on my plate currently, but seriously, crafting projects and running are the only things helping me keep my sanity lately. So yeah, I sanded the bench tonight. I'm going to go over one more time tomorrow then paint it some real awesome color i think.
Speaking of projects, i bought something tonight that i've wanted for a long time: a drill. It was only ten dollars so it's probably gonna crap out on me in a month, but I wanted hang a hook thing on my bathroom wall for my towels so they wouldn't be on the floor and submitted to the wrath of all the spiders i share this apartment with. One time my friend schlo told me if I bought a drill i'd be very butch. But ya know what, Schlo Jo, I really like my drill. It helps me do fun things. And guess what else I bought? A handheld sander, a level, and sandpaper. Now all I need is a tool belt.
Speaking of sharing my apartment....my roommate moved out. Yes, he left. Don't worry, we still are happy go-lucky, black velvet love drunk. He's just back in gettysburg farming. Since he's moving guess what comes down from the walls!? Yep! The beer signs! While I know they look very fraternity-chic, I'm ready for the chance to change up my decor. And Abby O is moving in soon! Yippee! We're going to have fun and do craft things together and cook really nummy food.
Speaking of crafty things, I planted a garden in gettysburg. Right now it has red onions, yellow onions, red potatoes, and yukon potatoes. BUT! My office garden has tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, green beans, sunflower seeds, and morning glories. They'll be transplanted Sunday after i run my HALF MARATHON in fargo on Sunday. I love my little seeds in my window. I look at them and think of them as my little kids. I can't wait to eat them. Sorry that was vulgar.
Also, I started selling mary kay. It's my attempt at being my own boss, making extra money, and looking hot all the time. Funny thing is that since I started "selling" I've left the house with out wearing make up more than I did before I sold. Such is life. So if you wanna get hot, let MK and me hook you up.
I'm not feeling very funny right now. I don't have any good stories. Well I do, but they aren't nutshell appropriate. Maybe after a little more time passes...you know like when something bad happens and someone tells an awful joke, someone else says ohhhh too soon. well yeah its still too soon. but when they come out, you'll laugh.
Shoutouts:
V: Ginny, you're my favorite person at work. I think I agree with you when you say if I stick with you, I'll go far.
Jackie E: Ciao! Come stai, Bella! Hope you're enjoying Italy!
Sundrop Girl: Thanks for stealing my dance moves, and becoming rich and famous. You owe me.
Luane from the Real Housewives of New York: I agree with Alex, you are a thug in a cocktail dress. Just because you have the title countess in front of your name (royalty is dead lady, we live in 'Merica) does not mean you know everything about everything. You're a big bully.
Mom: Holla!
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