busy, busy, busy

Tax time at the new job is a rough period. Not to mention once all of the tax stuff is over tomorrow, we'll have to start getting read for the audit at the end of next week. But the days go by quickly, so I'm not complaining.

I had a pretty stellar weekend. Friday night after work I went and picked my sister up and we headed to the trusty ol Metrodome. We had fantastic seats in section 119. They were 4 rows behind the dugout on the first base side. Not only were the seats great, they were free as well. Networking is a beautiful thing. Unfortunately, the good guys did not prevail but we had a good time watching Justin Morneau receive his MVP award and seeing life sized Johan pitch.

Saturday I slept in. I lounged around the house for a good 5 hours before I started getting ready to go to the Swarm game at the X. It was an AWESOME game. The winning goal was scored with .8 seconds left. Then there was all of the drama about illegal equipment and what not. Needless to say, the Swarm are off to the playoffs with no reason to look back. After the game, Claus, Dawn, Nick and I went out in search of w(h)affles and beer. We failed. Claus did end up having a w(h)affle though. Just as I was getting ready to leave St. Paul and head for home, I get a text message from Jess asking me if I was alive. Come to find out that her as well as multiple other UPC officials were in town for a convention and just happened to be hanging out at McGoverns on W. 7th. The fun lover in me decided it would be a good idea to go hang out with them. I was right. We had a great time. *Note* McGovern's has Woodchuck on tap. :rocklobster:

Sunday was a "slow" day. I did laundry, cleaned my room, organized my filing cabinent, payed bills and washed my bedroom windows. I crashed pretty early last night.

That's it. That's the story of my awesome weekend.

The end.

“A friend is one who takes you to lunch even if you're not tax deductible”

At my office, lunch is a big deal. Every Monday and Tuesday (and sometimes Wednesdays) we have a wholesaler come in for lunch meetings and they pay for the whole office to eat while they give their little sales pitch.

On days when we don't have someone in for a meeting, going out to lunch or going out to pick something up is what the cool kids do. I've kinda learned how to work the system. Naturally, I have my favorites in the office. On any given day, if you go into one of their offices and ask, "where should I go for lunch today?", you've pretty much just assured yourself of a free lunch. When they decide where they're going, they come up and tell you and then you get an invitation to tag along. On occasions like this, there's about a 90% chance your lunch will be bought for you.

Yesterday was a bit of a weird day. Everyone was busy. One of my co-workers and I ran out to pick up sandwiches from Potbelly's. We picked up food for a couple of the guys at the office while we were out. I just put the sandwiches for the guys on my debit card. The bill was $14...no big deal at all. Both of the guys I picked up lunch for had previously picked up a bill for me. I figure I'll be nice and let this one be on me for a change...oh heavens no. They both threw a fit. Neither of them could fathom the idea of me buying lunch for them. It took a lot of talking for me to convince one of the guys to let it stand and the other guy flat out refused.

What's the deal with this? Why is it so wrong for me to reciprocate some of the niceties they've shown me? While their behavior is all nice and chivalrous, it's a bit annoying at the same time.

Any thoughts on this?

tomorrow, you will wake up.

Thank you for your patience during the no blogging break. Last week I was sick like death. I didn't go to work for three days. I've never taken three days off of anything to be sick. Fever(topping out at 102.7), achy body, hot/cold, headache, sore throat, runny nose, head congestion, coughing...you name it, odds are I had it. I'm happy to report that I'm mostly better. I'd put myself at 93%.

I'll be one of the many to point out how nice it has been the past couple of days, but honestly, what happened to spring. It seems that we've gone straight from winter to summer. Where are my 50-something hoodie, jeans and flip flops days? Trust me, I'm not complaining. Tonight will be a great, open-window, sleeping night. I'm rather excited.

Now for the title of my post. Today we had a client come in who claims she is a psychic. I got to thinking about something. How do you discover you're a psychic?? It's not like it is as simple as learning you're a good singer or a good softball player. You somehow have to figure out that you can tell the future with some sort of accuracy. How do you know that what you're "seeing" isn't some crazy daydream or hallucination? If I ever had a feeling that some random woman that I saw was having twins or you were about to paint your house blue, I would probably think I was going crazy. How does a person go about validating those things without looking insane or like a total ass? The only things I could come up with are the obvious things like, tomorrow you will wake up or you will put on your pants one leg at a time. It's just something I thought was kinda funny and thought provoking.

Baseball starts in a week. We should all look forward to that.

And just for fun, I've added a few pictures from when Jess came to visit for spring break a while back. Rach, Claus, Jess and I took a trip to the Mall of America. Our most entertaining stop was at Kokomo's. These are some of my new favorite photos. And now I want a moJIto.

they say that new life makes losing life easier to understand

As I stated in my previous post, little Charlotte was born last Friday night.

Sadly, I now have to report that my betta fish, Rob, was found belly up this evening. He was given a proper burial at sea around 5:15 pm.

That is all.

I [heart] weekends

While this weekend was super busy, it was insanely fun.

Friday night led Rachel, Claus, Jess and me to one of my least favorite places on earth...the Mall of America. You know what? We even made that place fun. We started at Teavana where I had one of my new favorite non-alcoholic drinks, the Karma Carmachai. Then it was off to Famous Daves for supper where I was served the worst mai tai in the history of man. Shortly after, it was replaced by a beer. Post Famous Daves drinking was done at Kokomo's Island Cafe. It seems that the guy who started Famous Daves also came up with this place. Anyway, I had one of my favorite alcoholic drinks at Kokomo's, the moJIto. Ok, so I had 2 mojitos. And a cosmo. As well as a strawberry margarita. Then it was off to Reno 911 the movie. It was so good I fell asleep during it. I think it may have had something to do with the alcohol.

Saturday I spent a crap ton of money on my hair. I also drank a lot of coffee. We went downtown to Brit's Pub for supper. Then after a trip to Target, the day ended.

Today I went to Faribault to meet the love of my life. I'd like to introduce my Goddaugther, Charlotte Jessica to all of you.



This little wonder came into the world Friday night. At birth, she was 8 pounds, 6 ounces and 21 inches long. She has a lot of dark hair as well as a pair of beautiful blue eyes. And here she is with her parents Ginger and Peter:

A few weeks ago, I went to visit Ginger. We ended up going down to the furniture outlet store in Medford because they were shopping for a new couch. In the Ashley Furniture store, I saw a little camel statue thing. My first instinct was to buy it for Nick because of a fun apartment shopping adventure that took place last year. It turned out that the thing was in quite rough shape so I decided not to get it. While we were shopping, I told the story about the "this is where we keep the camel" story and she thought it was pretty funny. To make the rest of this story short, they ended up buying a couch from the Ashley Furniture store. While they were there, they picked this up for me:Now I have to find somewhere to keep the camel.

I hope you all had as great of a weekend as I did.

the lost has been found

Today I found my jump drive that has been MIA for over a year.

My Oregon trail program is back(!!) as well as many pictures I didn't even know I had

Let it be known that a jump drive can survive extreme tempuratures. It seems the thing was in my car this whole time.

“Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute”

- I don't know who said that. The quotes page didn't tell me.

Today has been super productive for me. I took care of a lot of things that I've been putting off, including:

• talking to the insurance people about getting a new windshield,
• figuring out where the ABRA glass place in Eden Prairie is,
  
• opening an ING Direct savings account...the "don't go broke fund",
• laundry,
• making a hair appointment,
• cleaning my room,
• freezing food that I made over the weekend, and
• taking out my bedroom garbage.

It's only 7:09. It's hard to say how much more I'll get done before the night is done. I do know that at 8, I'll be watching Heroes on NBC. You should all do the same.