Hello world. I’m linkful!
Here is one last reminder about Bowling for the Cure TOMORROW, in case you just discovered the internet today and haven’t heard about it yet. We have 4 Twins tickets and at least three more restaurant gift certificates to add to the raffle list. Be there, because we can do major amounts of fundraising good for breast cancer research all with this one-time event. Plus it will be an all-around good time. Here is a link to the prank I totally failed at, SIGH. It’s not like I needed another reason to hate Burger King. Here is my Washington DC travel journal!! It’s mostly photos, as promised. So, this week has been, um, how should I say it? Oh yeah. Fucking awesome. It’s spring, it’s gorgeous, and my jeans have gotten baggy. ROCK. Monday, Wendy and I went to ‘How To Drive A Steam Engine’ class. I hope you didn’t think I was joking about that, dudes. So we walked in, having no clue what to expect, but figuring it would probably be us and a couple old guys. Instead, there were at least 12 people there, and they all wanted to learn to drive a steam-engine. And really, who wouldn’t? The teacher told us if we’re going to steal a train, we should go with a diesel engine instead, because you can just hop in, turn the key, and you’re off. I admit this is massively appealing. A steam engine requires preheating of at least 24 hours, and hence puts a damper on criminality. Most of class was spent watching a film about the restoration of a train, which supposedly we get to see next week (and we didn’t even know there was a next week). So, the thing we learned very quickly is just how dirty train-driving is. The fact they kept talking about pistons and cocks and lubrication, coupled with the fact that we were even IN a class about train-driving? It was torture. I sat there for most of the 2-hour video with my hands over my face, hoping no one noticed that I was crying from holding in hysterics. When they got to the part where they told us how the engineer got really large biceps from working the johnson bar, I almost had a stroke. Also on Monday, I learned that MY MINI IS IN AMERICA AND IS CURRENTLY ON A TRUCK HEADING IN THIS DIRECTION. I will likely have him by next Thursday or Friday. After that, you will probably not be hearing from me for a while, but if you’re in the area, you may hear sirens. Tuesday was ASP.NET class, and also I booked my flight to Florida: I’m going there over Memorial Day to see my Orlando-sibling and his family. I cannot wait to see the babies (Melody will be a year old already), nor can I wait to dance on the rotating dance floor at Pleasure Island, or to hopefully hang out with Alina. Which means, girl, that I’m going to email you right about now. Wednesday, I had to work veryvery late to do the live build for all our clients, but it went extremely well, and I’m very happy about that. When the phone isn’t ringing the next morning, I am immensely relieved. Yesterday involved a lot of last-minute panic about the bowling event that resulted in me sitting at my desk in hysterics all day, because I laugh when I’m stressed. Then we made some quick decisions in the afternoon, and everything will be awesome, as always. I kicked ridiculous amounts of ass at the gym (I’m getting back into my fighting shape again, oh yes I am), then ran some errands. The best thing I saw on errand-running was a big trailer like they have at the state fair, selling cheese curds and french fries and mini-donuts outside the 420 store in Uptown. AWESOME. Later, I went to poi class. The best way to explain this class is this: “Hey, guys, how do you feel about having class in the park next week? We’re having a spin jam afterwards!” Yeah. SO FUNNY. Our instructor is Steve, Mr Fun if you’re nasty, and the class is quite diverse in a we-all-share-some-level-of-bizarreness kind of way. I think we’re all seasoned community ed students, that’s for damn sure. There’s the girl with superlong blonde dreads, a skirt, and clogs. There’s the guy who lives for burning man. There’s the girl who goes to the RenFest every day it’s open. There are a couple older ladies who have no clue what’s going on. There’s my class-bff, who spent two years hanging out with potheads in Guatemala. It rules. Today I have my poi in my purse, and I’ve spun them for Jane and Suzanne already, while they stood there and looked at me funny. Aren’t they going to be thrilled when I light them on fire? At WORK?? OK, I need to go do some things after work that will include making a million signs for tomorrow, then the gym, then Matt and Julia’s motherfuckin’ ruckus, then Saturday-.NET-class (oh pain), then holy crap, it will be Bowling-For-Boobs time. Scary. And yet completely awesome. Hope to see you there!Jenni