Saturday, December 30, 2006
When I signed on to blogger just now, I saw that I have written 100 posts. This is number 101. Go me.
Friday, December 29, 2006
You can check out all of the rules here.
It's 10 picks for $10. Not too bad for a years worth of educational good times and high fives. If you have your 10, or you want info, email Tim at email@example.com.
All entries must be in by December 31st at 11:59:59 central standard time.
I have a few good picks up my sleeve. If you think you do too, then bring it. You have a little over 2 days.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Sweet winter coat with matching scarf, hat, and gloves
Pink robe with matching slippers and sweet penguin socks
And other cool stuff
I'd say it was a pretty good year.
Friday night I went over to Tim's parents' for our little Christmas. Saturday my mom, brother and sister came to our house for a little Christmas. Sunday I left for grandma and grandpa's and the whole family came for dinner and presents. Monday Santa came, I slept a lot, and then came home to Tim and Roscoe. Roscoe was very cuddly when I got home. Now he's being a pain in the booty.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I love surprises, but I hate anticipation. Luckily, I love surprises more than I hate anticipation. So you can only imagine what this time of year and the gift giving spirit does to me. Especially when Tim is constantly telling me how awesome my gifts are but won’t even hint as to what they are.
I am always super tempted to snoop, but I don’t. I think about it, and then think hard about it, and then start walking over to where I think the gifts are hidden, and then I catch myself and walk away.
When I was a kid I wanted a Barbie camper more than anything in the world. I found where my mom hid the Christmas gifts and took a peak. There it was, my Barbie camper. I was so excited! But I had no one to share my excitement with.
When Christmas day came, I pretended to be surprised, which sucked compared to actually being surprised. Everyone else was opening gifts and were all so excited, and I was disappointed because I didn’t feel like that too.
So there you go. As much as I want to know, I will not snoop. It’s just not as fun.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
1) I work for the man during the day, and retail at night. As if my day job isn't exhausting enough, retail during the holiday season is kicking my ass.
2) I'm getting over being sick and without any rest (see #1)
3) It's the holiday season
4) Family is in from out of town
5) Did I mention I work two jobs?
6) When I'm not working, I am sleeping
So give me a break.
For those who care, a quick run down of the weekend's events:
- Work holiday party at The Wayzata Country Club. Got the nanny-mobile valeted. Drank top shelf alcohol at no cost, drank too much for a work party (make of that what you will), and played a terrible game of Texas Hold 'em.
- Had to return the nanny-mobile
- Rode clipless outside for the first time. I haven't fallen yet. That's because I am a natural.
- Went to Como Park High School's dinner theatre
- Watched Cinderella at Como Park High School
- Went to a super crappy well lit bar, made fun of the rest of the customers, gave the evil eye to the ass hole bartenders, and watched karaoke.
- Had dinner with the fam
- Baked cookies for my work's cookie exchange
Saturday, December 02, 2006
It's not the kind of sick where I can't be somewhat productive. I'm not bedridden and I can still work. I just have no energy and don't want to leave the couch.
This means I have time to do things I would normally not do, like create a side-bar for my blog. Check it.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Well Anonymous (if that is your real name), I have her album Mizundastood because I like to car dance* to the song “I’m coming up so you better get that party started.” I also have choreographed car dances to Justin Timberlake’s “Rock Your Body” and “Cry Me a River” and Gloria Estefan’s “Turn the Beat Around.”
*A car dance is a dance you can do sitting down while riding in a car.
Monday, November 20, 2006
I answer: I love it. Pink is feminized, so a man who wears pink is symbolically de-masculinating himself. Women's power and equality (equality is different from sameness) shouldn't come from women masculating themselves and attempting to create a likeness (read sameness) to men. I also don't think that men should feminize themselves to create a likeness to a gendered notion of "woman" to create equality. Rather, I think that men and women should meet somewhere in the middle, and I think that if most people are truly their whole selves, then they are somewhere in the middle. Gender isn't black and white.
In short, a man that wears pink is one awesome dude.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Feminist Rant: It stems from my attempt to reclaim and reinvent the feminine that I think was lost in the early feminist movements. The common idea of the mainstream feminists of the 60s fought for equality between men and women. In short, women are equal to men. This is great in terms of the workplace, civil liberties, sexual rights, etc., but this began to translate into women are the same as men, which I disagree with. It ignores what makes women different from men.
I don’t care to get into whether differences are nature or nurture, and the vast grey area of what constitutes as “man” and “woman” and everyone in between.
What I do care to get into is that this idea of sameness began to erase the feminine. After all, men didn’t start to embrace the feminine because feminizing oneself demoralizes oneself (men are higher than women on the social totem pole), which is what started the feminist movement in the first place. So women began to disregard the feminine, including pink. I advocate for a reclamation and reinvention of the traditional feminine to recognize what makes women unique and different.
Besides, I like the color.
*Note* This is a blog post, not a thesis. Therefore many assumptions and generalizations have been made and historical facts ignored. Please just assume that I recognized them and don’t get caught up in all the loopholes and anti-nitpicking. Maybe I’ll get more into it as things move along….
Monday, November 13, 2006
P.S. She took it.
Monday, November 06, 2006
After this post, I am going to write an angry letter to said grocery store. If I do not get free stuff, I will not only expose said grocery store (even though I’m sure you can figure it out), but I will never go there again. Thank goodness Lunds just opened down the street.
To be continued…
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
I'm thinking a lot about what it means for a western woman to spend years (on and off) in Calcutta's red light district and the idea of the western woman coming in and attempting to "save" the children from their ultimate fate of drugs and prostitution.
Briski recognizes her position as a westerner and recognizes her privileges: Her mobility to move in and out of Calcutta and the US, her networks as an established New York photographer, and her financial state to pay for this and everything needed (doctors, passports, pictures, cameras, etc) to get these kids out of the brothels and into boarding schools.
She is able to present these incredibly bright and talented children with an opportunity for a bright future, but where is the line drawn between intrusion into these families and attempting to cart away their children to boarding school and opportunity?
In the end, most of the children accepted into schools either weren't allowed to go because their parents didn't give them permission or because they decided to go home. Doesn't this say something about how welcome Briski's attempts really were? We were never given a reason why except that they had to succomb to their fate.
Overall I thought it was a great film that really showed the humanity of those deemed inhuman. It showed that these children are not just sons and daughters of whores but are super smart and talented young men and women. No matter your background and upbringing, or your fate, people really are people. I think the children really displayed this.
I also think that much of fate is what opportunities are posed to us and which opportunities we choose to grasp onto and which we choose to let go past. Or are forced to let go past, if we are even presented with opportunities at all. No matter Briski's position, she presented these children and their families with an opportunity, some grasped onto it, some were not able to, and some let it go. While her positioning among the people of Calcutta can be seen as somewhat problematic, I can't see how presenting an opportunity is. I think her positioning is a lot blurrier than exeplifying a missionary style "western woman coming to save the brown skinned women and children of India."
These are just the thoughts floating in my head after immediately watching such a powerful film. If you have seen it, I'd love to discuss!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tim went first and Tom and I listened as the health history skeletons came out of Tim’s closet. HA!
For serious though, Tom gives a great massage. He can really tell what’s up with your body and works to work it out.
I recommend you check Body of Knowledge out for yourself.
Unlike Tim I am less the talkative type when it comes to massage and more the self-reflective type. While on the table, I started thinking about the movie Amelie. You know the part in the beginning when she goes thorough the characters and gives a snapshot of who they are? So and so is this, likes this, hates that. I thought about what I would say about people. For example:
Roscoe is a black one year old cat. He weights 12.5 pounds but carries it well. He likes wet food but throws it up. He also likes my cashmere sweater, cat nip, and cuddling. Roscoe hates dogs and the mailman and is afraid of not being fed.
It’s a fun game, but it’s hard to wrap up people that you know well in so many words, especially yourself. I never came to a conclusion about how Amelie would describe me….
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Here is an incomprehensive list of what I have done this past week:
Sunday: Went to Boom Island for the cycle cross race and meet up with Rachel. It was a beautiful day to spend outside! After we went to Psycho Suzi’s and of course had great food but terrible service.
Wednesday: Tim and I went to the YMCA downtown and took a little tour and signed up for a membership. It’s a pretty sweet Y. It’s huge and really high quality. It blows away the Ys we went to in Chicago, even though there aren’t personal tvs on the cardio machines.
Thursday: Worked, i.e. missed Grey’s Anatomy!
Friday: Went to the Y after work, came home and had “Sarah Night” (hot bath and movies) while Tim went out with the boys.
Saturday: Woke up early and went to a Yoga class (ouch!) and met up with The Little Guy and friend Andy for the Gophers vs. Bison game. I hate football, but the most interesting thing was the over 20,000 North Dakota Bison fans in attendance. Even though ND is ranked lower than the Gophers, they completely outplayed us, but lost by one point. They should have won because they were better, but really I don’t care.
Sunday: Got a haircut, met Rachel and Corin at Powderhorn Park for yet another cycle cross race. Froze my butt off and then met A-K for a tasty dinner. After I got home and warmed up, I begrudgingly went grocery shopping, making sure that all of my groceries got into the cart after check out!
So I haven’t been a hermit, but actually pretty busy. I start my new job tomorrow and am excited. While I will no longer talk about work on my blog, I will still keep you updated!
Friday, October 13, 2006
I began working temporarily at an investment firm downtown as an assistant to a team of brokers whose assistant was on maternity leave. My plan was to put in my 5 weeks while looking for a non-profit job. I never guessed that I would want to find a more permanent home there. I went into the financial industry with little to no understanding of the industry. Within days I learned more than I could possibly imagine and was positively challenged in way I have never been challenged before. I am always on my toes and never bored.
While I felt completely out of my element when I began there (I'm a Women's Studies major!), I have become more comfortable with the financial industry and am slowly making it my element. I am constantly learning and building on my understanding of the financial industry. Because it is not my background, I am constantly challenged to learn new things and am always on my toes. I enjoy forming relationships with clients and helping them manage their money effectively, whether by discussing their accounts with them or through administrative tasks. I also enjoy working closely with the brokers and forming a close working relationship with them.
This is not to say there is not a lot to criticize, as there is a lot to criticize about everything. For me, deconstructing the economy and how business works in “our” society is part of the fun. It makes me more engaged with the work. I am also a firm believer that 99% of people with a job are somehow in someway working for the man. Some people just work a little closer.
So I was offered a job last week as a client associate with a very successful and impressive team of brokers that I will learn a lot from and grow a lot with (not bad for only being in the industry as a temp for less than 5 weeks). I will continue to learn and be challenged and will soon become even more of a hermit as I study for my Series 7 exam.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
I sucked it up and went grocery shopping on Monday night. I made my list and stuck to it, but it still ended up taking me two hours in that hell hole. I bought my groceries, got home, carried them up the flight of stairs, unpacked them, got ready to make Tuesday’s lunch, and hmmm…. Where is my yogurt? Where is my deli meat? Where are the eight items I bought and aren’t in my home?
I called furious. I was already cranky from grocery shopping and then they forget to pack them into my cart after bagging them. The man on the phone was very understanding, logged my missing items, and told me, “This is happening more and more lately.” Ya know why? Because people aren’t bagging their own groceries anymore! Instead there’s this 14 year old girl singing and dancing and not paying attention! He assured me that I could come back on Tuesday or Wednesday and get my groceries.
So not only did I have to go grocery shopping once, but twice in two days for groceries that I should have gotten the first time!
When I got back to the store they were again very polite and understanding, told me to grab a cart and find what I never got. No problems except the inconvenience of having to do it all over again.
While I’m happy I didn’t have to put up a fight to get my food, I still hate grocery shopping, and now I have another reason.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
To this I say boo f**king hoo.
"My wife is out of town this week and I have to get the kids up and to school/daycare!"
"My wife is out of town this week and daycare called and said I had to pick up Tommy because he is sick!"
"My wife is out of town this week and I have to pick up Susie from soccar practice and make sure she does her homework!"
and my favorites:
"My wife is out of town this week and I had to make breakfast!"
"My wife is out of town this week and I had to pack the kids lunch!"
"My wife is out of town this week and I have to cook dinner!"
While to me it is obvious that these men are truely seeing how much work their wives do regarding the home and children, and still have good jobs if they are out on business trips, it doesn't seem to me that these men are getting it.
(Nevermind how the term Mr. Mom genders domestic labor as Mom's work.)
Instead of grumbling about having to take care of the kids for a week, why don't you realize that these are things that your wife does everyday and appreciate it instead of complaining about how you have to do it?
Somehow I doubt I'll ever hear any of them say, "My wife is out of town this week and I never realized how much she does for our family until now. Maybe I should help her out a little more often and split some of the parenting responsibilities."
Maybe I should put "men" in quotes.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
For those who don’t believe me, there is such a thing as an ugly baby, and beauty is not always in the eye of the beholder. Some things are just factually ugly.
I feel sorry for ugly babies because for the rest of their lives their parents will show ugly baby pictures to everyone they bring home and hang ugly baby pictures on the walls of their house. You can’t live that down.
One the other hand, if it’s an ugly boy and he grows up to be a hottie instead of a nottie girls from the neighborhood will say, “Wow, that Joey. He used to be such an ugly baby but look at him now!” The ladies love that kind of thing.
I thought for a long time about what the most insulting thing someone could say to someone else is. This is what I came up with:
“Man, you have a really ugly kid.”
Friday, September 29, 2006
Single: According to the law, we are considered single. I consider single to mean not attached, and if he ever told someone he was single he would get hurt.
Boyfriend: I had a boyfriend in seventh grade, I went to prom with my boyfriend. It just doesn’t eem serious enough. I could call someone I just met and went on a few dates with my oyfriend. Maybe for the first year or two, but it’s more than that.
Fiancé: We’re not engaged until I get my ring (bring on the feminist ranting and call me a hypocrite).
Husband: We’re not married. We’re not even engaged (see previous paragraph).
Significant Other: Too many syllables.
Domestic partner: This is what our health insurance and gym considers us. I think this is a fancy word for special roommates or long term gay couples (or both). But it’s the closest I can get to what it is. Still whenever I saw “my partner and I…” people seem to have no idea what I’m talking about.
Is this a problem with our society and little boxes called categories? Yes. We’re still stuck in this heteronormative ideal that says you are either single (not attached), almost married, or married. Argh.
My grandma seems to have a problem with this too. The last time I went to see her Tim didn’t come along. As I was saying goodbye to her she said, “Next time bring your…your…your Tim with you.”
I think she hit it. He’s my Tim.
Monday, September 25, 2006
It made me wish I was back in college again when I really only to be inside a few hours of the day and then the rest I could spend outside doing whatever. Now that I am working for the man downtown, I have skyways from preventing me from ever having to feel the sunshine.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
The plans for my birthday on Friday were supposed to be as follows: After work Tim and I had reservations for Erté (which was delicious) and then we were going to go to Dusty’s for a few drinks and call it a night. So after work I came home, took a nap, and got all pretty for our night out. We get to the restaurant and the greeter takes a lot of time looking over our reservation for some reason. Hmmm.
We sit down, order a bottle of wine, appetizers, dinner, (I even spilled my water!) and all of a sudden a giant brownie sundae comes out with a candle. Tim said that when he made the reservations he asked for a brownie sundae for my birthday and it said that next to our reservation. How clueless am I? The surprises continue….
We finish our great meal and head over to Dusty’s. For those who don’t know, Dusty’s is our hangout, our watering hole if you will. We usually spend our Friday nights at Dusty’s. We walk in the bar and Tim says, “Let’s sit at the bar.” We never sit at the bar, we always sit at the back table unless the place is empty and we want to chat with our favorite bartender Dawn. I said, “Why the bar, we always sit at the back table and the back table is empty?” Tim insisted we sit at the bar, and even though there were plenty of seats open, he insisted that I sit next to this other person at the bar. Hmmm….
It was then that I noticed that that person was my brother! He had surprised me at Dusty’s. But Andy wasn’t the only one. Little by little my friends started to trickle. Tim went through my phone and called my friends to come out to Dusty’s and celebrate my birthday. Sarah’s Birthday Bash 2006 happened after all. Tim’s the best.
He also got me more presents than I could ever imagine. A print of Tom Boonen in the World Champ jersey at Paris-Roubaix, a pink Giro polo shirt, massage sessions with The Other TH, clipless pedals and shoes. Sweet.
I also left with #99 Carl Edwards NASCAR coasters from who else but (dis)pencer and Katrina.
Saturday morning I visited my mom, sister and brother and had some yummy birthday cake, got great gifts, and had a good time.
I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, a better boyfriend, a better family or better friends. Thank you all.
And to answer a much asked question: Yes I am old enough to drink. I am 24.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Today is my birthday. Tim and I are going out tonight and I'm very excited to spend the evening with him.
Thanks to all of you who wished me a happy birthday!
Friday, September 15, 2006
1) I am not 7 months pregnant, nor am I pregnant at all.
2) Tim and I are not getting married in 3 months. We are not even engaged.
3) I am indeed “fucking shit up,” but in a good way.
Tim’s Fox 9 interview related to recent study that argues that cars pass up to 3 inches closer to cyclists wearing helmets than those who are not because cars perceive those wearing helmets as safer and more experienced. I think that cars pass too close whether I am wearing a helmet or not. They also made the statement that cars pass closer to men than women. As a woman, I completely disagree.
While still in Chicago, I wrote a blog about why I wear a helmet that I never published. I think now is the time to bust it out.
Why I Wear a Helmet by Sarah
Sometimes I feel self-conscious about wearing a helmet because it doesn’t make me look cool. Othertimes I think my sweet helmet makes me look super cool. Either way, I know that my bike is the hottest one out there and I am way more awesome than any poser on a fixed gear that never intends to race the track (you can hate on that in my comments section, and then I’ll feel cool because I know you read my blog).
Either way, I wear my helmet 99.9% of the time because
1) I seem to crash that 0.1% of the time I don’t wear a helmet
2) I like the way it makes my hair flip out underneath
3) I like my helmet. It’s comfortable and is a pretty sweet looking helmet as far as helmets go. Not as hot as my old white Laser with the orange flowers, but still pretty hot.
4) If I’m going to crash or get hit, I’d rather be safe then sorry.
And last but most important
5) It makes me ride more confidently and thus a lot harder and safer. While I am always careful, I’m not as paranoid when I wear my helmet. I know that helmets are not 100% fool proof, that I could still get seriously injured or die while wearing one. When I feel more confident I ride more safe.
I don’t care if I look like a dork or not. Wearing a helmet makes sense to me.
Back to the study.
So you’re not wearing a helmet and because of it cars are riding further from you. That does not mean that a car is not going to take a left turn into you (which is probably the most common way bikes get hit), hit the breaks in front of you, not see you at all and plow into you, etc. etc.
Like I said, I’d rather be safe than sorry.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Sarah's Birthday Bash 2006 has been cancelled due to many reasons I do not care to list here.
Now you have longer to prepare for Sarah's Birthday Bash 2007 which will be the monumental age where I can rent a car without paying outrageous fees.
This however does not mean that I will not continue to countdown to my birthday. 8 days and 4 hours to go!
(I am also not old enough to not countdown 'til my birthday. I know, I'm totally outing myself.)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
I was planning on meeting up with some people today for the St. Paul Classic. Trouble is, I overslept. I woke up at 7am and was supposed to meet everyone at 7:15. Not enough time to get ready and go and I didn’t want people to wait for me. Because I was mad at myself, I got up anyway, putzed around on the computer for awhile and fell asleep on the couch until 11.
I haven’t had a day to sleep in since July because of the move and work and other things. Working a stressful job, a second (but fun) job, and life in general have made me incredibly tired and overwhelmed.
What I am trying to say is I feel really good today. Even though I didn’t go on the ride, I got some sleep, went on a run and am really proud of how I did, and I’ve been getting things done around the house. I feel relaxed, productive, and happy.
I also almost could have saved a lost cat. On my run I saw this cat just chilling on the sidewalk in front of someone’s house. I didn’t think much of it because I just assumed it was an outside cat. Further along my run I saw all of these signs for a lost cat, the same cat I had just seen! I didn’t have my phone on me, but when I got home I jumped in the car, went to find the sign and called the number to say I had seen the cat. The guy said they found the cat yesterday, but it is an outside cat so I really did see it. It just never came home a few days ago and they missed him. If Roscoe ever goes missing I hope someone would call me if they saw him.
Last night I went to the Guthrie’s production of The Real Thing. This was the first time I’ve seen the new Guthrie. I think the exterior is visually appalling for its location (it looks like an IKEA in the midst of Mill City) but the inside is really neat. I even saw all of the spiders that are making sweet webs between the window panes.
The production was well done. The acting, set, costumes, etc. were really great. The script was dull in parts and made the play seem a little long. I love plays and it has been a long time since I’ve seen one, so I was super excited, but I found myself getting antsy and fidgety in the last act. The play is all dialogue. Good dialogue, but two and a half hours of dialogue got to be a little old for me.
Before I went, I read reviews of the play. All of the reviews that I read said this was a story about what love really is. Apparently, real love is infidelity. I guess this says something about the reviewers.
If you like semi-witty British plays, I recommend The Real Thing. If you haven’t been to the Guthrie yet, it’s worth stopping in and looking around.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I bought an arm band for my I-pod two weeks ago in preparation.
I went 1.8 miles, out of which 1.2 was actually running. I thought it would be more half walking and half running, but gmap pedometer showed me wrong. I kept remembering Sascha's advice of "it's ok to walk."
I didn't even hate it as bad as I thought I would, and I hope to be able to run two miles before my birthday (16 more days but I'm not counting) and then work on speed. I know that's not very far but I haven't run since the mile in 10th grade. That's when I told my gym teacher that my hips weren't made for running but for making babies. I hope to prove myself wrong on both accounts.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Between 11am and 5pm I consumed:
1919 Root Beer
Sweet Martha’s Cookies
I also got a lot of free crap:
2 bike maps
4 orange Fleet Farm cups
Gopher football calendar/poster (for Tim)
3 pencils (one is hyper-color!)
I went in the butterfly tent, saw the Budweiser Clydesdales (+donkey and dog), and drooled over the hot tubs. I saw the alpaca, pet a baby buffalo and a piglet, and saw the largest pig which always makes me sad.
I also saw the lumberjack show which was pretty cool. I kind of want to be a competitive lumberjack now. Would I be called a lumberjane?
Tim says my belly looks like a beach ball. I don't think I'm ever going to eat again.
Well, at least until tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
While falling asleep making dinner, I got a call from Chuck over at Behind Bars saying that my Gilmour was ready for pick-up. I have been sans this little love of my life for about a week now and after lugging around my Jamis all week was for sure ready to get my little one-speed back.
(For those who don't now, my Gilmour is a 44" track pursuit bike with arrow bars, tiny front wheel, and a coaster break.)
I finished chowing down my food, jumped in the nanny-mobile and went to pick it up. I got a shorter stem so it’s totally pursuit now. I got super hot red bar tape with a classy yellow “accent,” and a much cleaner hub to make the coaster break stop on a dime.
Chuck is a great guy. Besides running a terrific shop and being a great mechanic, he's really good at explaining things without talking down to you. That's a quality I admire and appreciate beyond anything.
I brought the bike home and gave it a good cleaning. I haven’t cleaned it for a while and have had a few embarrassing “mechanicals” because of it. But life in the dirty city for the last year has made it difficult to keep my bike clean for long and after a while I got jaded and gave up trying to keep it clean.
After scrubbing it down I decided to take it for a little spin. I rode about 4 miles around town, running a few errands and reuniting with my Gilmour.
I’d include a picture of my bike, but I’m tired. You can see it if you come to Tim’s race Friday night. Check out www.super-rookie.com for more info.
Monday, August 28, 2006
1) Riding again after a month hurts a lot.
2) 20 miles in Minnesota feels like 40 miles in Illinois.
3) The new Guthrie is an eye-sore.
Either way, riding in Minnesota is so much better and more beautiful. You can ride for miles without stoplights and the scenery is wonderful.
I’m thinking of starting to run. Thing is, I HATE running. I know hate is a strong word, but that’s why I’m using it. I hate running. I hate the way it feels, I hate the way it looks, (I feel fat enough in spandex when I ride my bike, I can’t imagine how I look when I run). But I want to like running. I’ve always wanted to like running. Maybe I just give up too quickly. I know that I have to do it to like it, but that means actually doing it.
Any ideas or pointers to doing it and liking it?
Friday, August 25, 2006
Not being a morning person or a coffee drinker, and having to be pretty and at work by 8 am has also turned me into an old lady going to bed super duper early.
However, I have still found some time for arts and crafts projects. Last weekend I made a sweet new fanny pack. I’m sick of always having to bring my bag everywhere when I ride my bike, and the constant shoulder pressure adds up after awhile. I also like having my belongings on my person instead of in a saddlebag, so fanny pack it was. I found an awesome canvas make-up bag at Patina, bought some belting and an adjustable clip thingy and away I went!
One of the many exciting things about my new place are the clothes lines out back. Naturally, I had to make a clothes pin bag! The straps had to be the perfect length to comfortably reach my arm in, and not too deep but with a wide opening for easy accessibility. Here is the result:
New late this season, Sarah is sporting a Pitcher original clothes pin bag!
Complete with clothes pins!
Fashionable? Oh yeah.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Last summer I nannied for this great family who let me use one of their cars all summer as if it was my own. I called this 1991 Toyota Corolla station wagon the nanny-mobile.
I have never had a car of my own. I never really felt a car was necessary. So in a way the nanny-mobile was my first car.
Well, the nanny-mobile is back! The woman I nannied for last summer asked me if I wanted to use her car again this summer since it was just sitting in her garage.
Man I love that car! I bought more groceries than my bike could ever hold, made a good sized Target run and even drove Tim to work when he was running late.
Don’t get me wrong, I ride my bike a lot too! But it sure is nice to be reunited with the nanny-mobile!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
One of the best things Chicago ever did for me was teach me how to ride both defensively and offensively. Sure I saw death in pavement more times than I could count, mostly due to Chicagoan’s “I don’t give a crap about you” driving attitude, but it taught me how to ride.
Riding these last few days has been comical for me because streets that I hated on riding before, either because of too many cars or because the road was too torn up, are a breeze after riding Chicago streets.
For example, I used to HATE riding down 18th Avenue NE because I thought the road was in super poor condition. HA! After riding the potholes of Milwaukee Ave in Chicago around Logan Square (the streets get better the closer you get to the nicer neighborhoods, naturally) I just laugh riding down 18th to work.
Just another reason why I love Minneapolis.
And I said something nice about my experiences in Chicago too.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
The move went really well thanks to a lot of help from GopherJ, SuperFriend Matt, Sascha, Badass Minivan, and my family. The move went well no thanks to (dis)pencer.
My brother Andy, sister Carrie, and Tim came down to Chicago on Friday night and we met up with the Courteous Fellow for some China Town action. Yummy.
Thanks to me and my awesomeness everything was packed and only the bathroom and the floors needed to be cleaned.
On Saturday we packed the truck with the help of GopherJ and Matt. We were on the road by noon thirty.
We got in Saturday night, went to my mom’s to see her, visit, and eat pizza. Tim, Roscoe and I drove to the new apartment to spend the night and get ready for the big move-in day on Saturday.
Roscoe did very well for his first car ride, much less for the longest car ride in kitty time. If one year = 7 kitty years, how long is 8 hours in kitty time?
Roscoe either laid on the floor or on my lap. He didn’t start to misbehave until we left my mom’s house. He even met his cousin Smash Face.I think that’s what made him cranky.
Sunday my family, Sascha, and Badass Minivan all came out to help unload the truck, despite the rain. (dis)pencer claims he locked his keys in the car, but conveniently was able to meet us for lunch after the move. Hmmm.
So we’re all moved in, but still in boxes. It will get done sooner or later. We have the bed up and the clothes unpacked, so we’re good. I’m not worried. So not worried that I am going to take a nap.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Our new apartment had 3 bathrooms, but one bathroom was far better than the other two and was through a door at the end of the back hallway. It had a HUGE dropped tub, a urinal for the gentlemen (or the adventurous woman), a foot washing basin, and even a little tiny tub for babies. The room was this weird patina color.
That bathroom I claimed as mine. Mine, mine, mine!!! Because I can do that sort of thing when there are three bathrooms for two people and I’m the lady of the house.
Every time I went into it, I got this strange eerie feeling, like I was being watched. I would see weird lights and shadows out of the corner of my eye. (In real life, this was how I felt in the hallways of my previous apartment building.)
We were having a party (yes, you were there) and I went into my special private bathroom because when I drink I pee about every 5 minutes. I’m bad company really. When I was standing in front of the mirror, I got that feeling again and the shower turned on!
I ran out and whispered this to Tim, because I didn’t want everyone (including you) to think I was crazy. In true Super Rookie fashion, he blurted out that it was nothing and then everyone had to go look at the shower running. Still thought I was crazy.
I went online and googled our address and sure enough, a man murdered his girlfriend/wife/significant other in that bathroom sometime in the 1970s!
Who’s crazy now?!
This is what I learned from this dream:
1) My moving anxiety has branched into my subconscious
2) I have to watch out for being stabbed in my bathroom
3) You suck and lack trust in me.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
We need help, and as you saw yesterday, Roscoe is of no help at all.
Here’s the deal: If you can help us in either city we would appreciate it like crazy. Not only would we forever be in debt to you but if you ever move we have to help you. That’s two for the price of one. Granted Tim’s a strapping young fellow and I’m pretty small, so maybe it’s 1 ½ for the price of one. Either way, sounds like a good deal to me.
We will also find other ways to make it up to you. This may include buying you lunch and beverages. You will know where we live if you ever need anything later. If you’re a super big help, we may even let you cuddle Roscoe. If you want to bargain or barter for your services, I’m up for that too. Just let me know your conditions.
Please, please, please help us. Let either of us know if you can.
If you need further convincing, Tim puts up a good argument over at http://www.super-rookie.com/.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
My replacement for work will be in today through Thursday. I don’t know what I’m going to have her do 8 hours a day for 4 days since I goof off most of the time. I have a hard enough time trying to make myself look busy much less another person. Eh, what do I care, it’s my last week.
Five more days of work, 6 more days until I’m home! Can’t wait.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
I didn’t get too far though. I’ve been having this tremendous pain in my left foot, and it’s also starting on my right.
It started a few months ago and wasn’t really that bad. Now and can't go more than a few miles before I get this cold sharp pain.
(Side note: I do not yet have clipless pedals as Super Rookie is afraid I will fall. I keep telling him if I was afraid to fall I wouldn’t ride my bike.)
(Side note for non cyclists: contrary to what it may seem, clipless actually means that your shoes clip into the pedal.)
I know where I’m supposed to keep my feet on the pedals and I keep them there. I also keep my feet flat, I don’t point my toe or dig my heel. I’d like to think that if I have bad form Tim would tell me, but sometimes he’s scared of me when I get all adrenaline-y. He says I get really mean.
This is where it hurts: On the bottom and outside of my foot underneath the pinky toe and on the side underneath my pinky toe and down the arch.
The red is where it hurts.
Note: actual foot much more attractive than drawing
I’ve never had a problem pushing through pain before, I usually kind of like the challenge, but this is unbelievable. I’m actually dreading taking the Gilmour the half mile to the grocery store!
Anyone have any ideas of what I’m doing wrong to make my foot hurt this way? Would going clipless help?
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Usually storms put me right to sleep. Maybe it was the combination of the rain and being alone that kept me up.
I wasn’t alone for long. When I finally started drifting to sleep, I felt something fall on my face followed by a little kitty head butt. I picked the hair binder off of my face and threw it. Again, as I started falling asleep, plop. Right on my cheek, and then a little kitty head butt. This only happened a few more times before I threw the binder underneath the chair where he couldn’t get to it.
Then I heard a rattling noise and felt a heavier fuzzier presence on my face: Roscoe’s Meow Mix rattling octopus. I just left it there and soon enough fell asleep cuddling Roscoe cuddling the octopus.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Last night Tim picked me up from work in his rented SUV and we went to one of our favorite restaurants in Chicago, MacNamara’s. MacNamara’s is an Irish restaurant in Irving Park that we first went to when we moved in. The food is good (but not great), they serve Harp, the service is excellent, and we both really love the atmosphere. It has the dark wood, candle on the table as your only light, romantic feeling.
We spent the rest of the night packing and enjoying each other’s company.
I don’t know why I agreed to stay in Chicago for two weeks. The initial reason was that I am subbing for the Volunteer Coordinator at work while she is on leave until mid-August. I agreed to stay on until she came back. Also, my supervisor resigned and has been gone for two weeks. I said I would stay on to make the transition smoother for the company, and thought it would be nice for Tim and I to both get paychecks in August instead of living off one person’s pay again.
My supervisor and the executive director very much appreciated that I would stay and help. However, once my resignation became public one of the director’s decided to run me through the ringer. Apparently, she used to treat my supervisor like shit but with him gone and unable to protect me, I’m fair game.
The two most outrageous things that she has done to me in particular are 1) expect me to teach myself SPSS (I’m and English/women’s studies major who dropped out of pre-calc and nearly failed pre-algebra the second time around. I was able to figure it out and told her that she’s lucky I’m smart) and 2) send a series of unprompted rude emails to the executive director about something that didn’t even happen and something that I didn’t even do. Lies, all lies. I couldn’t believe it and I have the witnesses at work to prove it. Argh.
Yesterday, I wanted to just say “Fuck you,” walk out the door, grab Roscoe and jump in the SUV with Tim and head home to Minneapolis. But I decided not to let one unprofessional, hostile woman get me down. That’s what she wants after all. It comforts me to know that people like her are not actually happy people and do not lead fulfilling lives in their hearts (cheesy alert!). I, on the other hand, am very pleased with myself, my life, and the smart little comebacks I jab her with every chance I get.
So, Tim left this morning. He brought his clothes and two bikes.
Moving to Chicago was not just a test to see if we liked the Windy City, but to also see how much we liked each other! Tim and I made two major steps in out relationship with the move. 1) we moved to Chicago and 2) we officially moved in with each other. Before this, we had never actually lived together where more than a change of clothes and a toothbrush was at the other person’s place. (Adopting Roscoe became a third major step.) I am happy to say that we have had no problems living together in the past year. I do have to say that sharing a closet has been the hardest thing about it.
When we began unpacking our clothes, I quickly realized the ratio of Sarah’s clothes to Tim’s clothes. Tim buys bikes, Sarah buys clothes. I looked at the closet and knew this would be a problem. How did I resolve it? I pushed Tim’s clothes to the corner and claimed ¾ of the closet as my own. I figured he got a whole room to himself in the apartment for his bikes, I could have at least ¾ of the closet.
The new apartment barely has closets at all, so I’m happy we were able to resolve it.
Today when I got dressed I noticed that Tim’s side of the closet is empty. While I thought I would be excited about this, I’d rather just have him here. I found it kind of sad that the home that Tim and I had created, our first home together, is just mine for two weeks. I know it is only two weeks, but I think it’s just the combination of moving, knowing I’ll be back home soon but not soon enough, Tim is already there, and I am alone in a city that I haven’t had the best relationship with, that makes me emotional.
My friend Cole is coming down from Minnesota today to keep me company for a few days. We have been friends since we were 8 years old. I’m excited to have him down here.
Instead of flowers yesterday, I came home to a ½ pound chocolate bar in the fridge. Tim has never bought me flowers, but that’s because he knows I’d rather have chocolate any day.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Well, I brought it. Because that looser was stuck in traffic, I rode right by, waved, and said, “I won sucka!”
Yes, I really did say sucka.
Last night Tim had his little XxX team goodbye fiesta at Small Bar. Small bar has taught me two things over the past year: 1) I drink way more when I’m alone 2) I drink way more when drinks are bought for me.
Needless to say, I am sitting at work, completely unproductive, feeling like rotten death.
I’m pretty sure I made a drunken ass of myself. I want to assure those who were there that met me for the first time last night that I am in fact way cooler and less annoying when sober.
Why Flandis, Why? It will be interesting to see how this all plays out. At least they can’t take his yellow jersey away since he traded it for beer.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Every once in a while Genaro will strike up personal conversations with me about this or that. His favorite is asking me why I am not married but living with a man, and in the end I always win, but he gets the last words: “He better love you or else!”
But my favorite topic of conversation is his wife. Genaro’s wife still lives in Mexico and runs their little restaurant. For her, Mexico is home and she doesn’t want to leave. He always gets teary eyed when he talks about her. One time he said, “When my wife comes to visit, we kiss everywhere, like we are young. We kiss on the street, we kiss in the store, we kiss on the bus, we kiss on the train!” How frickin’ cute is that!?
Almost as cute as what happened this morning. Genaro was on the phone with his wife (who only speaks Spanish, btw) and he hands me the phone and tells me to talk with her. I did, and when I asked her how she was, she said she was feeling “bonita” (beautiful)! Again, how frickin’ cute is that?! I can only hope I am that in love and that cute when I am 73.
Monday, July 24, 2006
1) I am not only currently taking over for the volunteer coordinator who is on leave, but my supervisor resigned and I have taken over some of his duties as well.
2) I am getting ready to leave. Since my supervisor is gone I have to make sure everything is easily accessible and understandable to whoever comes in after us since all of the IT/Facilities/Administration/HR stuff is in our heads.
That is why today I have been very busy creating easy "How To" manuals for some of the things around the center. This is pretty easy when we already have manuals for things, it just becomes cut and paste. Today however has really put my MS Paint skilz to the test.
Here is a picture of the buttons on the duplicator:
This is the duplicator glass:
It only get better. This is going to be the best "How to Use the Duplicator" manual ever!
Blogging has helped my career after all. Blogging at work has helped me to make better, more efficient manuals for staff. If this isn't a testament to the benefits of blogging and Painting at work, I don't know what is!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
1) We have our new apartment waiting for us in Minneapolis
2) Tim was accepted to Metro State University
3) We have the moving truck rented
4) We both gave our notice for our jobs (but Tim’s done already)
5) Tim was offered a good paying job at Dain Rauscher starting August 1st
6) Patina called me today and asked if I want to come back and work part time (best job ever, btw). They offered me more pay and a better discount than I had when I left.
7) Roscoe’s birthday is on Thursday. He will be 1 year old.
18 more days of work for me. Tim will be moving back to Mpls next weekend, I still have 3.5 weeks in Chicago. Roscoe has discovered that he can sit on the window ledge and stare all day. Yup, things are falling into place.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
7) Déjà vu
5) Vertical Velocity (V2)
4) American Eagle, red car
3) American Eagle, blue car
1) Raging Bull
Do not, for the love of God, go on Iron Wolf. It’s a stand up coaster, but you don’t even notice how awesome that is because your head is banging against the harness so badly you feel that giant needles are piercing through your ears.
I got a budger/line cutter kicked out of the park. The four kids just said excuse me and skipped the line from the end all the way to the front. I told the guy selling cotton candy, but he didn’t do anything. Then we told Andy who was picking up trash around the coaster and he went to a phone and got those hoodlums kicked out. Suckas. Seriously, when I was a kid, cutting an entire big line never even crossed my mind. I wanted to go ask Wonder Woman if we could join the Justice League since we smacked down some serious justice.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
In more personal news, I wrote a letter to Jason Natural Products today complaining of the recent addition of propylene glycol in their previous propylene glycol free aloe vera deodorant. I am allergic to propylene glycol and this was the only deodorant that I have found that is sans this chemical. I’m not even going to go into the allergic reaction that is going on underneath my arms right now, but it hurts and isn’t pretty. I will say this: last time this happened, my skin turned black and died. I’m not making this up. Rotted and died. It hasn’t gotten that bad yet, but I’m not a happy girl. Let me know if you know of any other products I could use, and I’ll let you know what their response is.
Friday, July 07, 2006
(If anyone knows of any sweet job openings, let me know.)
So it’s official. I’m on my way out.
It’s still closeted news at work though, which is weird to me. Only my supervisor, the executive director, and my co-worker friend know. For now it’s a good thing because if the less personable (i.e. bitchy) director finds out she’ll fun me through the ringer and have me do one thousand jobs that I 1) don’t want to do, 2) could never finish in time before I leave. Just to make a point about me quitting and piss me off. I currently feel like I’m walking around with a skeleton in my closet.
Another crappy part is that I work the Friday before I am moving. This is how it will go: I will work Friday, Tim and my brother will drive down and be in Chicago Friday night (Tim will be moving 2 weeks before I do), Saturday we pack up the truck and drive home, Sunday we unload the truck. After that weekend, I will want to die.
I’m getting more and more excited though. Tim and I had a talk with Roscoe to let him know what’s going on. He didn’t seem to care much, he just purred and cuddled. Although I swear he meowed that moving was a good idea, but the car ride will suck.
In more recent events, Tim’s birthday is tomorrow. I think the plan is to go to Bittersweet for lunch (they are known for their labor inducing desserts, supposedly, they are that amazing) and then who knows about the night. He told me all he wanted was a Dairy Queen cake, but the closest Dairy Queen is far enough that the cake would melt by the time I got it home. So instead, I made a small donation in his honor to the Live Strong Foundation. For those of you who don’t know, Tim hates Lance Armstrong that the Live Strong Foundation is his cancer fighting organization. So Tim is now in cahoots with Lance to fight cancer. I thought it was a good joke, and a good cause.
He also has another small gift that should be arriving at my work at any minute thanks to (dis)pencer.
Monday we are going to continue the celebration at Six Flags with some friends, including the Courteous Fellow/Cooperative Guy and Julie. I am pumped. Super pumped. Maybe I can get Bugs Bunny to give Super Rookie a birthday spanking. That would be awesome.
I’ll make sure to get lots of pictures, and if not, I will draw them.
ps. My "boyfriend" is still in yellow.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
At first I wasn’t going to blog about it. I figured by the time I put my opinion into words and typed it all out the few people who actually read this blog and care about cycling would have heard enough. By this time I would have nothing new to add. Maybe I still don’t, but I do feel that maybe I have a different perspective than a lot of the people I know, and maybe this perspective is important enough for me to put in my two cents.
1) I am a new fan of professional cycling
2) I am not a bicycle racer
Why does this matter? Because the group of men who were just busted are the group of men that turned me onto cycling and racing (albeit not racing myself). It is also important because I was turned on to cycling after 1998 Festina scandal and in the middle of the Tyler Hamilton controversy. I became a fan believing that doping was a part of the game, as much as I hoped that wasn't so.
It wasn't until last summer that I really started to follow the racers, the teams, and the drama that is pro-racing. However, I first began watch racing in December 2003.
For our first Christmas together, I bought Tim the 2003 12 hour DVD set of the Tour de France (I know, I am the best girlfriend ever). After he opened the gift, I presented him with a contract that he had to sign if he wanted to keep the gift. The contract stated that he would not make me watch more than 2 hours of the tour at a time with him. It turned out it was me who wanted to keep watching. I quickly learned about team tactics, strategy, and the drama that is cycling. The one racer who really turned me on to all of this was Jan Ullrich.
I loved watching Jan Ullrich race. Do I even have to mention his attack on Lance? His racing face is awesome, his form is awesome, his tactics are awesome, his legs are huge. He is the stereotype of a German machine. And maybe this current scandal will prove that he really is a machine. Who knows.
Like I said, I got into racing with the idea that the top racers were all dopers. It’s negative thinking, but I was trying to be realistic. I think Greg LeMond has some of the best commentary on doping in pro-racing. My dislike of Lance didn’t even revolve around him being a doper, but for many other reasons. However, one of those reasons is how he got away with it for all of those years. Ok, now I know nothing has been “proven,” and many will argue with me that he didn’t dope, but let’s not get into that now.
The truth is, is that money is king. That’s what kills me. Not that athletes are actually poisoning their bodies to win a race, but that they do it for the money. The way racing is set up, they have to dope to win. They have to win for their sponsors, they need sponsors to make money, they need money for drugs. Let’s face it, that shit ain’t cheap, and either are those personal doctors and bribing agencies and everyone close to you. It’s a vicious cycle that hopefully Operación Puerto will help to break. Do I think it really will? I don’t know yet.
This whole thing makes me sad, but I also think it has been a long time coming. I’m just disappointed it didn’t get Lance along the way. Think about it, he kicked everyone’s butts last year by like 6 minutes, including those implicated in the last few days in the doping scandal. I think it’s reasonable to put two and two together here.
So I’m sad that Jan Ulrich’s, the man who turned me on to cycling, career is now over, even if he does deserve it.
I’m sad that many racers, including Vino will not be able to race because their teams had to pull out.
I’m sad that shit had to go down, even if it was a long time coming.
I’m sad that cycling, like everything else, revolves around money.
I’m sad that my lineup in smithersmpls.com Tour de France pool has been hurt, but so has everyone else’s. Just look at sickboy.
I’m also hopeful that this will put a serious dent in doping in cycling.
I am hopeful that this will make for a much more interesting Tour instead of Ullrich vs. Basso. Just look at this morning’s time-trial.
I am hopeful that this will break up Jan and Sara’s engagement and I can be a rebound.
Stay tuned for the hottest new fashion of the season: hotpinkevil’s Save Jan tee-shirts.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
I decided to try out the Jamis again yesterday. I have been having a hard time shifting up to the big ring, which I thought was all my fault before I took it in to have a look at. After some fiddling with the gears, I was told it was half my fault, half the bike's fault. Why was it partially my fault? I have little hands, and I have a hard time extending my hand far enough to push the break lever all the way over to switch to the highest gear.
I decided to meet Tim up at work again, which I like because it ends up being about a 30 mile ride and I get to ride half of that with him. I also met a couple of guys at a stop light who were on their way to Northbrook (Brian and Adam?). It was nice riding and chatting with them for a little while. I do all of my best, and possibly most destructive, thinking while I'm on a bike ride, so talking and meeting a couple of guys was a nice way to get my mind of things and just ride.
I practiced shifting and I can definitely tell my riding skills and my body have improved since the last time I did that ride. I cut a bunch of time off, and I even had enough time to stop and watch some Little League before meeting up with Tim.
I still have a lot to work on of course, but I can tell I'm getting better and better. Coach Tim says the next step is to work on crosschaining and knowing where my chain is at all times. I have been avoiding that because of my shifting problem, but I know he is right. Hopefully it won't take me another 2 months to get on this bike again.
When My dad first took the training wheels off my bike I rode it straight into the neighbor's tree. I cried, got off the bike, went into the house and that was that. The next morning I woke up and said, "I'm going to ride that bike." I got on the bike and rode it down the block as if I had done it a million times before. All it took was confidence and determination.
I feel like a kid again learning how to ride a bike. Only this time there's a lot more tricks and I have a lot less energy.
Friday, June 23, 2006
However, it has been more difficult for me to see Tom Boonen’s girlfriend, Lore, at every finish line. But they are not married, so I still have a chance. Maybe he’ll end up like Lance and be a cheater. Except Tom is awesome and Lance is not, so I doubt it.
But today was the final blow. My third fantasy boyfriend, Jan Ullrich, has gotten engaged. Jan tells BILD magazine: "She is the best woman in the world. I am head over heels in love. I want to bring the rest of my life with her." Damn-it!!! And her name is Sara (spelled wrong, of course) which is just an added jab to my heart.
I guess I wish them the best. I love my Super-Rookie, so I can’t really complain.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
On Friday Tim and I went to Downtown Minneapolis to watch the Nature Valley Grand Prix. All during the day while we apartment hunted, the weather was beautiful and sunny. Once we hit downtown the thunderbooms started rolling and the rain came down. Tim and I ran for the skyways.
Our pre-race entertainment consisted of watching a man-hole cover being pushed up by the rain. At one point the sewer water made the cover hover about 4 feet above the ground. It was pretty rad.
The rain ended, the women raced, Tim and I found friends we haven't seen in a while, and then we headed to the start-finish line to watch the men begin. The rain started as the men rolled out, and the race only lasted about 20 minutes before the racers called it quits. I'm surprised it lasted that long without crashes with how poor the visibility was through the rain.
Tim and I were those idiots you see on the news who get hit by lightening. Headline: Dumbasses get hit by lightening while watching a bike race. The final straw for me was when the pace car came around one last time and splashed a huge puddle at me. It felt like an amusement park ride when you get hit by a giant wave of water. Since I'm only 5 feet tall, instead of hitting my legs like it did Tim, I got a wave to the face and down the shirt. I was ready to go home.
Home I did not go. Tim understandably did not want to drive home in that weather, so we met up with James Tainter and Jody in the skyway and The Taint bought us some beers and Quesadillas. I've heard a lot about The Taint and read a lot of his witty comments on super-rookie.com, but I have never met the man himself. I must say he is a great guy and I really enjoyed meeting Jody.
Driving home we got stuck behind a cab that some kid kept jumping out of to puke. That was pretty gross. We finally made it to my Mom's house, wet, full of beer, and tired. I was just excited to get home and put on dry pjs and hang out with my family and the kitties.
Tim and I also ate a whole bag of gummy bears. They were yummy.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Tim and I decided we would try to take the Megabus.com to Minneapolis and give it a try. For those of you who have not yet heard of Megabus, it is a new low-cost express bus service out of Chicago. It goes straight from Chicago to Minneapolis and only takes one break before stopping at the University of Minnesota and Downtown Minneapolis.
Their gimmick is that fares start as low as $1 for those who book their seats early enough and prices go up the longer you wait. Together, Tim and I paid $40 round trip.
I wasn’t so sure about Megabus, thinking I would be stuck on a disgusting bus full of creepy men, but I was really impressed! We took the overnight bus out of Chicago at 11:00 pm and got in around 7:00. The bus was pretty empty. There were some women in their 30s, a few kids, college students, and us. Tim was really the only creepy man on there. The way back wasn’t much different. The interior is pretty nice. There are tvs on the bus and we watched a movie on the way to Mpls. All in all I was pretty impressed. My only complaint is they are not very punctual. The bus out of Chicago was only about 15 minutes late, but we waited an hour in Minneapolis for the bus this morning. And the bus driver didn’t even try to make up a good excuse.
So if you are looking for a cheap way to travel to or from Chicago, and have a full day to do so (i.e. have time to wait around for a bus), then I highly recommend Megabus.
From Downtown, I took the city bus to my mom’s house. I haven’t been home since February, so I was more than excited to be in the city I love with my family. My mom even surprised me and was waiting at the bus stop for me! That night, my brother, sister and my sister’s boyfriend went to the Blaine Sports Center Velodrome to see the racing. I haven’t been to a velodrome since last August so I was pretty excited about that too. I even won a free burrito from Chipotle for picking a winning rider!
Friday Tim and I went apartment hunting and found our new home. It’s a beautiful apartment off of Central and Broadway in North East Minneapolis. We are very excited to be moving in August! It is a 1 bedroom + large office. It has a large dining room, kitchen, 2 decks, hard wood floors, a garden plot, and as you can see is really a beautiful place to call home.
Saturday was the reason we went home: my sister Carrie’s graduation party. My mom worked so hard to make everything perfect, and she did a great job. Carrie and everyone else had a great time. She even made enough money to go out and buy a new laptop today. I haven’t seen my extended family since Christmas and it was so great to see them. Even my Uncle (dad’s brother), aunt and cousin were able to make it down from Fargo. If you are craving Subway sandwiches go to my mom’s. I think she has about 10 feet left.
Sunday I decided to take it easy. I went to IKEA with Tim’s mom and celebrated my brother’s birthday with him.
If I didn’t get a chance to see you while I was home, I apologize, but as you can see I was a very busy bunny. And I will be back for good in August so don’t fret, you will see more than enough of me soon.
Monday, June 12, 2006
However, I am getting more and more excited about the World Cup. Not because I, like most Americans, care very much, but because the excitement, love, and enthusiasm of the fans from the other countries is so addicting.
I had to leave 30 minutes into the Mexico-Iran game for my kickball game. When I got to the field we turned on the boom box to the game (in Spanish because there was no radio broadcast in English, that we could find anyway) knowing that if we heard "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" Mexico had scored. Between my mad Spanish skilz and that announcer's famous elongated word, we pretty much had the game figured out.
Although I wish my kickball game had gone as well for us as the soccer game had gone for Mexico. We lost 6-2 to the best team in the league. I wouldn't say that's too bad. Our defense and enthusiasm were amazing. Now we have to work on our kicking skills.
The Big Red Ballers had a special guest this past Sunday too! Yup, that's right Super Rookie himself decided to grace the sidelines. However, he forgot to bring the camera!
This is my badass kickball team. I'm looking pretty mean in the front. Can you find our mascot Terry?
The rest of the weekend was spent in gluttony eating out and otherwise Tim's company. We also went to a party hosted by fellow Ballers that ended up being a ton of fun.
2 more days until we board the Megabus and head home. Can't wait.
Friday, June 09, 2006
The saddest thing about not being home is missing out on the little things. Since I have been in Chicago, those little things have mostly revolved around my younger sister Carrie.
This past year was her senior year of high school and I missed her going to her Prom and just last night I missed her graduation ceremony.
My family is very close for how different we all are from each other and our age gaps. We’ve been though everything together and we have all supported each other through everything. Even though they begged me not to move, they still supported my decision. That’s not to say that every time I get home sick or miss something at home they don’t say, “I told you so,” but they know that if Tim and I didn’t make this move we would look back and say, “Damn, I wonder what our life would have been like if we would have moved to Chicago.” No regrets.
So my sister marched last night across the football field in her black gown and received her diploma. I know the ceremony was like every other ceremony St. Louis Park Senior High has ever had (except for mine which was in the gym because of the rain) but for me this year was special because my little sister walked across that field and I wasn’t there.
My brother tried to call me so I could hear her name being called out over the speakers but I was at a coffee shop that had a live band and didn’t hear my phone! I would have loved to hear that!
Carrie- I’ll make it up to you next week when I am home for your party. Congratulations, I am very proud of you.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Saturday morning I woke up with a super sore throat and thought I was dying. Tim was off on a bike ride and I decided that I better get to the Dr. while I could. I work in a clinic so 1) getting sick is kind of an occupational hazard. Working in a clinic means it’s easy to get sick but also means if you get sick they don’t want you there. I’ve already taken a lot of time off work to go to Florida and to go home to Minneapolis in 10 days (not like I’m counting) so calling in sick is not really an option.
I called the doctor’s office and they said there was an opening in a half an hour, so I got my shoes on and walked the 3 blocks to the Dr.’s office.
It was nice when the nurse recognized me (I’ve only been there once before) and could tell I’ve lost weight!
My blood pressure was high, my respiratory was low, and as I had expected I have strep throat. Tim was home when I got back and was getting ready to go up to Michigan for a race. I think he felt a little bad about leaving but I told him to go. For one, he was going with Matt, so if Tim didn’t go then Matt wouldn’t go either. That’s not fair. For two, having Tim gone allowed me to stretch out on his side of the bed and drool on his pillow.
Unfortunately I am allergic to amphetamines, so the pain killers the Dr. gave me aren’t really “fun.” They do the job of helping with the pain and they make me a little dizzy, but other than that there is no Rush Limbaugh high.
By 7:00 Saturday night I was officially bored out of my mind. I didn’t have the energy to really do anything. I couldn’t read because the pain killers made my eyes fuzzy, and I was silently protesting the surfing movie that Tim got on Netflix by not watching it.
I’m still not feeling 100% today, but I was able to get out of the house for a bit and take a little walk. I’m missing my kickball game, which I’m pretty upset about, but some things can’t be helped.
By tomorrow I’ll be back to the usual grind, whether I feel well or not. It sucks being a grown up. I just want to ask my mommy to call the school secretary and tell her I’m sick. Now I have to earn sick days. How fair is that?!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
I had a great weekend. Like I already said, Tim's family was more than welcoming and wonderful. I just hope they liked me too!
Tim kept his promise to me and we went to the beach. It was just a small beach near Spring Hill and the water wasn't even up to my knees as far as we could go. But we were in Florida, on the Gulf, and having a great time. We tried to go to the more commercial beach on Monday, but we couldn't even get close due to the holiday. Instead, we had a great lunch on the shore and Marilyn and I hit a few shops while the men preferred to stay in the car.
Tim and me on the beach
After whining all morning about the sand, Tim deliriously sat on the styrofoam cooler. This is the aftermath.
On Tuesday before we left, Tim and I took the car and went to Weeki Wachi Springs. It's a natural spring that they built a water park around. Tim and I went down some water slides, splashed in the spring, and hung out in the sun.
Other than that, we pretty much just hung out. We did a little shopping and played pinochle. Overall, I couldn't have asked for a better weekend.