Tuesday, July 29, 2014

C'mon, Shawn

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I do love to watch Psych… but,  I don't actually know anyone named Shawn… I don't think. Well, I do know one kid named Shawn… but his name is spelled "Sean" instead.  Not even sure how that comes out to be Shawn… but it does.

So a few days ago at my gym… (Don't I sound athletic!!) This sign was posted by the free weights:







Wait for it….. (haha!)



Even though I don't know this guy, he apparently he needs to get his act together at the gym…

Aside from punctuation and capitalization errors, it's pretty funny.

I'm glad there wasn't a sign with my name on it!

Monday, July 28, 2014

The Usual Drama

Hope your face doesn't stay that way…
That would be unfortunate.
My life is just a little bit crazy. Well, it's more than just a little bit. That's why I haven't posted anything lately. It's been a nuts summer… but I'll spare you the details... for now.

The Angsty Teen has been full-on dramatic this summer...

But summer is winding down here… and marching band practice starts today! (Bye, honey!)

Band practice isn't full days... yet… just a five hour day. So I got up to help the Angsty Teen get out the door for a full morning of marching band.

This is a little of what it entailed:

  1. Listen to her piss and moan about her section.
  2. Listen to her gripe and complain about her pains.
  3. Deal with headache issues (hers…and maybe mine…)
  4. Help her talk through her knee issues.
  5. Make her a protein shake for breakfast.
  6. Fill her half gallon water bottle using water and the giant ice cubes I made last night.
  7. Make new giant ice cubes for tomorrow.
  8. Listen to more bellyaching.
  9. Get her out the door.

Actually, all of that is done. It is 7:30 in the morning.

I'm going to sit and drink a nice, hot cup of coffee.

Yay, me! I blogged!!! Kind of proud of myself.

Well, haven't hit the "Publish" button yet… obviously. My phone just rang…

While the Angsty Teen remembered her meds, her athletic tape, her water, her music, etc… she did forget one thing…

So I just got back from a quick run out to the high school in my PJs… to bring her….

… HER HORN!

Yeah, she might need that...

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Go, Gophers


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I am a mega-fan of the Minnesota Golden Gophers.

I didn't know that I was such a great fan… but… apparently, I am.

How did I discover this little-known fact?

Well, let me tell you… as succinctly as I can...

Yesterday I did something I've never done before. No, I didn't purchase Gopher clothing… or a Gopher window sticker for my car…

I done got my hair colored.

It's been colored before… but only by me. But I am going on a trip this weekend… and I wanted to look better than normal. (As if that is even possible… apparently…)

I went to a stylist whose work I've seen and liked. (That that was a good idea.) I had her color my hair all over and then do some subtle highlights.

Anyway, when she got done I thought everything looked great. I headed home. When I looked in the mirror in my bathroom… which had much better lighting… I was surprised at how purple-y, brown my hair was... and at how golden the highlights were.

I made a cocktail… and sat on the porch with the Stern German. He said it didn't look purple-y… and that the highlights weren't too golden… that it looked good. (But remember… he's the guy that says I look beautiful in the dim light… so…)

Then the Angsty Teen got home and joined us on the porch. Her first comment? Are you a Minnesota Vikings fan or a Minnesota Gophers fan?

Purple and gold??? Maroon and gold??? Upon closer inspection I'm going with maroon and gold.

Go, Gophers.

I'm going to go on Amazon and buy one of these to wear for the next few weeks...
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Runaway

I'm not at home. I'm not even in my town. I ran away from home...
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… except, not really. "Running away" implies it was unplanned and secretive. This was neither of those things.

I have my cooking class tomorrow night… woohoo!!!! It's held an hour and a half from my home. 

I've tried to leave home early the day of the class so I can run some fun errands in the Minneapolis area… Mall of America, IKEA, Trader Joe's, Whole Foods, World Market… you get the picture. But it's tricky to get out of town early enough to get to run errands and get around the metro before rush hour.

I've tried staying in a hotel after the cooking class… but by the time I get to the south metro where I want to stay… I could just drive home. I'd be home in an hour… So that never worked all that well.

Well, I had an epiphany last week… I could come up to the Twin Cities the day before the cooking class!

Priceline was not being all the cooperative… in fact, I think Priceline was mocking me for my $35 bids…

But… eventually I found a 2 1/2 star… for $41. Not the best Priceline deal I've ever gotten… but fine enough. And the hotel doesn't suck… so that's nice.

So… try not to be jealous. I'm currently watching the Food Network… and sipping on a margarita. No one is needing anything from me at this moment in time. 

I could get used to this.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

In the News...

Well, my sleepy, little town made the news… not just the local news either… We made the national news…. CNN, The Washington Post, Fox News, MSNBC, etc. Dang.

Did you hear/read about the high school junior whose plans to kill his family and fellow students was thwarted? That happened here… in my little town.

Click here to read the story.
Or click on this video link… it might work...


He went to school with the Angsty Teen. She knew who he was. He wasn't really odd. Seemed normal enough. He made eye contact with people in the halls. Dressed normally.

But, obviously, something was amiss.

Such a bizarre situation… here… in my little town.

So thankful that it turned out the way it did.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

So Much Angst

It is snowing… kind of… guess this is "Wintry Mix" and that's not one of my favorite things.

Along with the snowy, rainy goodness I've been dealing with a variety of life issues… my geriatric mom with her medical issues; the diabetic, geriatric, bariatric blind guy and his issues; and the Angsty Teen and her health - or lack thereof- issues.
Not a new dance move… this is the Angsty Teen elevating her arm...
The Angsty Teen has been having headaches again and last week she had to go in for an IV for some headache relief. The first nurse blew out the vein in her arm when she first tried to insert the IV needle. So now her arm is killing her. (Hence the elevating of the arm in the first pic.)

The arm… the headaches… the shoulder… the knee… the concussion… the... well… I'm sure I'm forgetting something. The past year has a long, long, long, long year with that child. Things have been going better… but… having headaches back is wearing me down.

She has been texting me about coming home from school today… I've been concerned about her. It has weighed on me constantly today… but then… she just sent me this Snap Chat…
Honey, you don't look Irish…
So... I'm going with "I think she's feeling fine." and celebrate with a drink… It's a little early… but really? Is it?

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Oh, Mother.

The last time I posted was when I was going to take my mom to a series of doctor appointments for her back… and I talked about The Big Three items I needed to be sure to take along.
The appointment didn't go as planned, I'll write about that another day, but before that  appointment my mom had one here in our town.

At that appointment, my mom asked me the nurse's name after the nurse had left the room.

"Her name is Cassie," I responded.
"Cathy?" my mom said.

"No, CASSIE," I enunciated more clearly… or so I thought.
"Oh… CATHY!" my mom tried again.

"No," I said shaking my head.
"Spell it," my mom said to me.

"C-A-S-S-I-E," I replied.
"Ok... Cathy," she said.

"No, Cas-sie… as in short for Cassandra?" I tried.
"Oh, I see… Cathy!" she said excitedly.

(Really, mom? Every name you've tried has BEEN THE SAME NAME!)

"C-A-S-S-I-E…. with an 's' sound," I attempted one last time.

"SASSY?" my mom said quizzically.

Yes, because that's what everyone names their kid.

This. is. my. life.