OMG SNOW.
This always happens this time of year in Minnesota, of course. We get this massive snowstorm mid-March that makes everybody freak out because they were just getting used to the idea of spring. And then it goes away just as quickly as it arrived. Here are photos: one two three aaaand four. Jane called this morning to tell me we had no power at the office, and to not bother coming in. I went outside and pre-cleared Chico so that I wouldn’t be crabby about doing it when I was actually dressed and hairstyled for work, which is good, because by the time I got back in, I was drenched. It’s heavy, wet snow, perfect for snowballs and packing into a thick layer of ice on streets and highways so that LOTS OF PEOPLE DIE. I had just changed into my 3day tshirt and boxers and dozed off, thinking, today is the awesomest day ever! when Pam called and told me we were up and running. I felt obligated, of course, so I got dressed and went back out to rebrush my car. Four miles and 45 minutes later, I arrived. I saw three bus crashes, huge power outages, and a shut-down interstate before I seriously reconsidered my decision to go to work. But then I was almost there, so I kept going. At least Chico will have a chance to melt in the parking garage before he gets subjected to snowmergency for the next three days. It’s been very very quiet at work, and we’re being sent home early to avoid the nonexistent traffic. IDS Center was kind enough to reschedule our booth for Wednesday, as we’d probably have been standing there in a corporate ghost town today! This weekend was AWESOME, as always. Friday night, we went to a suburban sports bar with some weird people (no, really, it was fun) to watch the Gophers win the quarterfinals, and Kaye and I (as ‘team awesome’, of course), won four rounds of trivia, mostly because hardly anyone else was playing. Saturday, we got to spend a lot of time outside, the Gophers won again (securing their place in the final five, not that we were really concerned about that), and then there was Wendy’s birthday party. Apparently we were a little raucous? We had so much fun. I got to play DDR a few times (very poorly). Jon and I shot zombies. Kaye and I shot dinosaurs. Everybody skateboarded. I didn’t get a chance to talk to Adrianne much, which always happens. Jenny was macking on some dude at the bar and didn’t even know she was doing it. There was a guy there named Jaundice. There was that other guy there taking a million photos of us playing DDR, and I can never remember his name, but I really hope he doesn’t post them anywhere. Mark secured those nonrecliner chairs that I’m always fixated on; I’m still not sure why they’re there. Joe made us puckschlager, and therefore I’m officially in love with him. Wendy had to do several really stupid shots, such as the (hands-free) blowjob and flaming Dr Pepper, and we also got the DJ to play Ice, Ice Baby especially for her. We’re the best friends ever. We got home around 2:30. Because I’m really smart, I had suggested we have our 3day team meeting at 9:30 Sunday morning. For god’s sake. It went surprisingly well, considering our history. We have plans and everybody has their assigned roles for the bowling event. I think it’s going to go really well, and I’m excited about it. Afterwards, four of us went to my mom’s house to borrow her kitchen for cookie-baking. We made 40ish dozen pink-sprinkled ribbon cookies to sell at the IDS booth. I have no clue how many we’ll actually sell, so we shall see on Wednesday! I’m doing the AIDSwalk [join us!], the MS walk in Eau Claire with Kayepants and Mompants, and of course the 3day. I’M GOING FOR THE TRIPLE CROWN OF CHARITY WALKS! Tomorrow I should probably get the production number for my Mini, which has already tentatively been named. Using this production number, I will be able to track his progress from bits of steel and wire to MY AWESOME CAR. I apologize, for I will likely be intolerable with my impatience. Oh wait, you’re used to that. In the meantime, I will be crossing my fingers that Chico makes it that long. He dinged this weekend to let me know that yes, in fact, his head gasket needs replacement. PleasepleasePLEASE, Chico, try to make it another 6-8 weeks. Thinking about not having Chico is making me cry, and I’m going to leave on that very sad note. Sniffle. But hey! It just stopped snowing. Jenni|
your questions, answered
q:i want to travel more, but i’m scared of flying. i can do it of i take LOTS of Rx drugs, but its still horrifying for me. any tips? a: Well, I never used to be a huge fan of flying, but the more I do it, the less it bothers me. I’ll never like the landings, but the rest is fine. So take lots of flights! Haha. OK, hmm. Well, I just try to remind myself that I’m way more likely to crash in a car than I am in a plane, and that the pilot really doesn’t have much interest in killing a few hundred people, either. If we’re having a lot of turbulence, I would always pick a person nearby who obviously flew a lot, and watch them. If they weren’t panicking, then I had no reason to panic. Also, tell the flight attendants if you’re freaking out. They’re good about that kind of thing. If you just can’t handle it, roadtrips are your friend. You can see all of North America easily if you’re willing to take the time to drive there. |