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| so i would like to relay some trauma that i had last night. you see i went to work at the abuse shelter. i was supposed to work from 1-9. i show up at 1 & they act like they never told me to come at that time (sillies it was written down per their request). so i hang out & do grunt work. then i find out that the person i am suppose to be working w/ called in sick. so i will be completely on my own. of course i have had little to no training on what to do so that is not cool at all. but i am a team player (or mostly forced to be) so i say it will be fine. little did i know it would not be that fine. i am then told that i have to be in charge of 10 7th grade girls who are coming to volunteer. then as the night goes on two women come needing shelter at different times. so to say the least i was like a chicken running around w/ my head cut off. i finally got a chance to sit down at about 10. then a staff came to relieve me. so i am so excited to get home as i have had an extremely stressful night (to put it lightly). i get out to my car (or paul's car...or our car i guess) and realize it is covered in snow. i curse lightly under my breath as i am not so please to have snow in april (especially when i was getting exctied to not wear a coat or socks-i hate wearing socks). so i walk over to the door w/ my giant purse, banana bread brought from a volunteer, and chapstick which i had to "borrow" from work as my lips were not going to make it through the night. of course, to my demise, the doors were frozen shut. i curse more loudly now. i just want to get home, why does it have to be so tough? i pull & pull & pull until my butt is nearly touching the ground. nothing. i am practically yelling at the car at this point. it appears that does not help. who would have thought? so i decide to call my husband to rescue me. (the woman who relieved me at work basically has every physical problem known to man & cannot even open her water bottle so i knew she could not assist). i get no answer as my husband is apparently sleeping w/ the dog (not in a dirty way). so i start kicking the door. don't any of you worry, this is not car abuse (no matter what the monte carlo tells you) as i am not very strong. i kick it a few (or more--i will never testify on the exact #) times & the door loosens. thank God i say. then some more fierce pulling on my part & the door opens. i am so happy (just like if i won the miss america pagent). i toss my belongings in the car & the see there is no ice scrapper. of course there is not (this is just like that time i was trapped in my coat). another small curse now. i decide to look in the trunk for something (as there is more than just snow on the windows). i gaze in the trunk & i find what any normal person would deem the next best thing to an ice scrapper.....a fryn pan. yes i said fryn pan. i mean am i a survivor or what? (probably not). so i am staning outside in the snow at about 11pm scrapping my windows w/ a fryn pan. i am sure i was a sight to see. as you may have imagined, the fryn pan does not really work too well at scrapping snow & ice of the car windows (really who would know these things---i mean it was a non-stick pan). so finally i decide i am getting home & i do not even care if i can't see. (now that is a true Minnesotan--ick--i want to mean a true South Dakotan). so i drive home w/ small patches of clear in my windows. never fear all, i did make it safely. although some worse for wear. but i made it & that is the important part. actually using a fryn pan is the most important part. i should have known that when i fell 2 times outside in the yard (yes both times to my butt) that it was not going to be one of my best days.
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| First off, I just want to say that the title of this blog is not about Maggie. She is not a baseball slut, but a psychotic fan. There is a difference. I am glad that she is such a fan b/c she makes it tons more fun. We went to the Twins home opener & had a grand time (& I am not that into baseball). However, I think b/c I now live in the cities I will have to become a Minnesota sports fan. I am open to testing out the Timberwolves, Wild, & Twins as I currently do not have allegiance to any team. But, as far as the Vikings, they can never win my heart as it belongs to the Cowboys. Yes, they too are not a good team, but at least they are consistently one or the other (good or bad) not like the Vikings who are excellent then stink it up. I vow (yes I said vow) to be a better Minnesota sports fan than I see today in this fine lake filled state. What I see now is a bunch of fareweather fans who love to cheer when the team is up, but the second the team is down they leave. I can totally do better than that.
Ok to the baseball slut part of my blog. At the game there was this obnoxious lady that was sitting behind me. To get a clear picture think Rosanne drunk then minus her humor. That is what this fan was. She started yelling right from the get go. She constantly yelled things like "stand up & shout!" So I did. She was bigger than me & could clearly have kicked my....rear end. But each Twins player that came up to bat she would yell "you are a hottie" "I love you" "you are my main man!" Now I will allow such things to be said to one, or even two players, but to each one then you are a baseball slut. I mean, who are we kidding? Not each one is hot. Not each one is so "golden" as she would have said. But overall I am pretty sure I handled the situation in the correct manner. I never said anything directly to her, just under my breath, but loud enough for my hubby to hear (of course he did say I should be quieter). Then I tried to over fan her. I could not do it, but I gave it my best effort. Ok maybe I didn't handle it correctly,but I had more fun my way. In my defense I had to pick up her cell phone that she dropped under my seat, and while I thought about first dipping it in the nacho cheese, I did not. Clearly I am on the right path.
Oh yes & the Twins won (probably because of the zeal of the baseball slut fan--I'm sure of it). It was an excellent game that managed to hold the majority of my attention. Carry on Twins, carry on.....and you too baseball slut.
Danielle (not Paul as clearly he is not this witty. Just kidding he totally is)
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| So, apparantly, I'm not so much into the blogging as should be obvious by the amount of time since my last entry. And that wasn't even me. So, life in MN is pretty good so far. I think we are getting settled in. The last time that we came back from Sioux Falls, I felt that I came home from a weekend away, rather than the other way around, so that is good. On a crappy note, I had to downgrade in work truck last week because a new salesman needed mine. I'm not very happy about it. I'll come out on top though. In less than 2 weeks is our 1 year anniversary. Unbelievable. Its been a good year. Maybe kids in year 2? Nope. I have a feeling that Mark and Maggie are going to beat us to that, and I'm OK with that. Well, see ya in another 7 months. | | |
| So again this is not from Paul b/c he is gone. He left his wife
for Eagan, MN for work. I guess it is only fair b/c I left him to go to
Vegas to work with dead people. I have to say that working with dead
people is way more fun than working with live people. I could go on
with all of the nasty things that I saw while I was there, but for
those of you with weak stomachs I will stop.
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| Ok, so apparently it has been a long time since Paul has writen on this
thing. He has been very busy w/ other things...if you know what I mean.
This is his wife. It is ok for me to write on here b/c we are
apparently one now. I have not written on such things before so please
forgive me if what I say is not correct.
Nothing too new here. Just busy busy w/ working. Paul has been
working 50-60hrs a week. I guess he has to stay at work b/c things at
home are so bad (Does everyone hear the tiny violins playing for me?)
I, in a week, will be off to Las Vegas to intern at a morgue. A fun
filled vacation with dead people. Paul will most likely be very lonely
during this time, so friends, please hang out w/ him.
Smitty, our dear dear friend, has spent a short time with us in
our teeny apartment before he goes off to make it big in Nashville. We
will miss him greatly, but hope he remembers us (monetarily) when he
becomes rich.
We recently attending a lovely wedding of Mark & Maggie. We
greatly appreciate Maggie marrying Mark. We know how difficult he can
be. It was a beautiful ceremony and fabulously fun reception. Those
kids sure know how to get their grove on. We are very excited to have
Maggie in the family (I, speaking for the entire family I just recently
joined). She is way cooler than I so she clearly has won the favorite
daughter-in-law award from Mama Simons. I will make it my goal to
regain the prize I so briefly was able to call mine. I am just a tad
bitter if you can't tell. Hope you are all well.
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