Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m-a ramble now.
Wendy just informed me that we have a new member of Team Boobylicious. 18 people!! I can’t believe it. It may not surprise you to hear that fundraising is hard work. I’ve never had too much trouble with it personally, because I know a hell of a lot of generous people who see how important this is to me. Team fundraising is a challenge, though, because the numbers are intimidating; we’re basically asking people to produce enough cash for a brand new car. If all the walkers on our team (there are sixteen) hit their minimum fundraising requirements, we’ll have raised at least $35,000 by August. You probably get tired of my constant fundraiser-pimping, but I hope you understand why I do it. I do believe that every dollar we collect brings us closer to a cure for breast cancer, and an end to suffering. The sixty miles we walk every year is just proof of our commitment. It’s by no means easy. So with that, allow me to give you this information about another upcoming event: The Flip-Cup Tournament. If you’ve ever even set foot in Wisconsin, you’ll probably want to check this out! Now while I watch my coworker pick his nose four feet away from me, I will tell you about my week. On Tuesday, I met my favorite boy at Kieran’s after work, and then went to knitting afterwards, where we substituted our normal discussion of furries with one about Canadians instead. This continued at Town Talk, where things almost came to blows. Cindi, Jumi and I will never be called up for our international-relations panache, that’s for sure. I met Matt on his couch for two episodes of Edgemont before bed, which meant that it took us a very long time to go to sleep, because we were laughing so hard. In fact, I woke up and heard him giggling in his sleep; I’m absolutely positive it was about Canadian Teen Drama. Since you are probably unfamiliar, here is how I summed it up: it is a marvel of canadian television programme-ing, not just because it features a 14-year-old alcoholic pimp in a henley who wants nothing more than some time alone with his molson and his bitches, several dudes named ‘boner’, and two conflicted almost-identical lesbians with a vicehold on student government. you should check it out, because it’s almost as good as american gladiators. almost. Yesterday, I walked veryfar in crappy flipflops to B&N so I could get me a copy of The Code: The Unwritten Rules Of Fighting And Retaliation In The NHL (HELL YES), and happened upon the brand-new Moleskin product I’d read about just a couple hours earlier. I got Paris, because we have plans. After work, I brought food over to Matt’s and we made pasties, both vegetable-cheese and mango. We agreed they were like Hot Pockets, only EXTREMELY AWESOME, and I’m very excited for my lunch today. We hung out and watched hockey, and then he went to see the Ted Leo show. I worked like crazy on Leigh’s socks (I got to halfway down the foot; holy crap, it’s a hell of project), and watched the rest of the Ca-Ducks game, which featured a stupid win by the stupid named-after-a-stupid-Disney-movie Ducks, including a stupid hat trick, and they pretty much destroyed the stupid Canucks. Here’s the thing: I don’t want either of them to win (Cindi and I thought maybe we’d get lucky and the arena would explode or something), but I have decided to cheer for the Vancouver Hosers, solely based on the fact that the announcers love to say ‘Teemu Selanne’*. They love his name so very much it’s like they’re blowing him every time they say it, and I’m so damn tired of it, I will bomb Honda Center myself if this series goes the entire seven games. Or if, god forbid, the stupid Ducks advance. * pron. TAY-moo se-LAH-nee. Sure, it’s a great name, but not after the 500th iteration. And ONE LAST THING: if the new Brother Ali record hasn’t rocked your pants right off by now, there’s probably something wrong with you. I have to listen to Whatcha Got at least 15 times a day or I can’t function. Huuuuuuuugs!Jenni