It's official

June 21. The Chart House in Lakeville. Ceremony from 1:30 to 3:30, then champagne toast to follow. I think dinner's around 5 or so, then live music and dancing and partying and having an awesome time. i'm so excited.

next week i'm going to look at dresses. i can't wait. peace.

My toes are still cold

So it's been a little while since i last wrote. here's what's been, in descending order of yesterday, work, gym, turkey, beer, work, work, work, more gym, coffee, coffee, hot tea, drunk dancing on table, halloween. the end.

i woke up today, turned on the news and learned it was -5 with the windchill (it was a whopping 9 without). Ran outside to warm up jellybean, and as soon as the car turned on (which required going in thru the passenger side door since the driver's side has already began to freeze over during the night) a Prince song came on. Damn. i live in Minnesota.

one more tid bit of info for the day. according to some crappy radio station i was listening to this morning (feel free to take a pick between 94.5 and 97.1, hey, at least they play music in the mornings too) minnesota is rated the 6th happiest place to live. other states included south dakota (i think they were no. 1 and iowa). but guess who's like no. 4? jersey. that's interesting since most people that live there are mean and rude. maybe they're all so happy because a) they think they are better than everyone or b) they actually know how to drive (sorry MN, you lose on this one. 95 percent of this state needs to learn where the gas pedal is)

This:



plus this:



equals happiness.

they took my blood

today's halloween...so that makes me happy. but i'm sad cause i forgot to wear my skull t-shirt.
aside from that - i went to the doctor today and they took my blood. i think i want it back.

and who better to say "happy halloween" than Captain Spaulding :)

sometimes my head falls off

this normally happens for one of two reason:

1) i watch so much law and order that my mind can't take it anymore. especially once i remember that Fred Thompson is actually running for president.

2) when i try to cram too much into a day. for example: today will be filled with 8 hours of work, coffee with katy, cleaning the bathroom, making lunches for tomorrow (it actually takes 15 minutes some days), possibly digging the sweaters out of the closet, and probably another 15 things i just can't remember right now.

and the moments that everyone needs in life: my feelings on the past three movies i've seen in theaters.
1) Gone, Baby Gone: awesome because a certain type of person that i feel doesn't deserve the same air as me actually gets shot in the head
2) 30 Days of Night: good for a vampire movie, bad on if it was meant to be scary
3) A Nightmare Before Christmas - 3D - i don't agree with chris that this was tim burton screwing me again, cause it wasn't. it was pure cinema magic. i got to sing that halloween song, while wearing big, ugly glasses that made pumpkins appear to jump at my face. if that's not what awesome is, then i don't know what is.

Work makes me not blog

Not like they tell me I can't. They just give me enough work that if I'm not working, I don't necessarily want to see my computer. Luckily, the week that I haven't written for really isn't filled with any crazy entertainment. My grandparents moved to Minnesota, and for sad, my grandma has alzheimers. But she's happy, so I don't mind her trailing off every sentence and occasionally not knowing where she is.
Aside from that. I (by that I mean me and chris) saw possibly the best movie to come out in 2007 )except for Ben's amazing short video that it. Across the Universe. It's a musical with awesome, beautiful images all with Beatles songs. Even if you're not a Beatles fan (which I then think makes you not human) I suggest this movie strongly. And I won't give anything away, except that when they're on the acid trip on the bus, it might make your head explode. (dear AMC theaters, I'm sorry about my brain leakage on the floor.)

I hate dentist days

It's 9 a.m. and in two hours i will be laying back in a dentist chair. the room will most likely be white, or mint pukey green. there will be a man wearing a white surgical mask. i will try to be bubbly and friendly thinking conversation will ease my nerves, but he'll be more interested scraping shit off my teeth. then he'll tell me i need to rinse more regulary and properly floss. oh, i almost forgot the best part. i will have to get a shit ton of xrays taken of my mouth. this will be almost as bad as the sound the spit suction thingy makes because i have a strange fear of swallowing the little white plastic thing they take of your mouth. also, i'm afraid of radiation poisoning, or whatever that stuff is which is the reason i stay in the room when the xrays are taken and the dentist goes out in the hall. by noon it will all be done. i'll be starving from missing lunch time and need to drive to rogers to interview the chief of police. i will talk funny, but have great breath.

The countdown begins

what's better than looking at fishes swimming around in tanks and petting sharks? answer: nothing. that's why i'm going to the aquarium this weekend. it seems weird to go to the mall in order to see some sea life, but whatever, i'm all about it. maybe i'll buy some new pants since i'll already be in the mecca of trendy, over-priced mall life. i hate MOA more than anything, which is sad cause i love to shop.


great picture cause the fish got hands.








but nothing is greating than this gold mind of googling photos awesomeness (so cool i actually invented an f-ing word.

SIck..not hungover...on a Monday

Well here's a whole new feeling. normally when someone calls out of work on a monday it's cause they drank too much over the weekend. but i haven't drank a drop of alcohol since friday night. update on anniversary: chris and i have officially been dating for a year now. exciting yes. apple picking...not so much. they want you to pay $24 for 10 to 12 pounds of apples. what the hell are chris and i going to do with 12 pounds of f-ing apples. so i guess i lose and i will need to pay 2.99 a pound for honey crisps, cause i swear they are like the best apple in the entire world. juicy, yet sweet, yet tart. it's got everything and more that an apple is supposed to have in life. if you see one...don't hesitate. buy it, enjoy it and continue to dream about the next time you get to eat one.

A little happiness on a Thursday

I came into work today and was suprised to get free books. It's because this awesome woman I work with Linda, who also gave me free tickets to the Ren. fest. this year, was giving away some old books. Anyway...i picked up one called "The 100 Simple Secrets of Happy People," by David Niven. It's basically 100 different scientifically researched ideas that are believed to make people live a happy and fulfilling life. I will share the first (and maybe in the next few days if I find more that are good) secret with you:

"You are not here just to have space or to be a background character in someone else's movie. Consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. Every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you. We are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us."

Happy Thursday ( i need to lay of the coffee in the mornings i think cause by 5 p.m. i'll crash and be a total bitch:)

Then I'm selling Jersey

http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2007/09/18/4506139-ap.html

the guilt is slowly killing me

this is a normal thing. it happens about once a month, only now more and more frequently. i love spicy chicken wings. but then i feel bad eating them. i really like to pet cows..and then i eat a burger and a piece of me dies. this is the normal progression of how it gets to the point where i think about it. i'm at work. i'm slightly bored. i start reading news stories to try and get some ideas. before you know it i'm on to reading magazines...and then for some unknown reason i'm on www.peta.org reading about animal cruelty and how cows try to escape from slaughter houses and then how chickens are tortured. damn it. peta made me feel bad again. damn hippies

VMA's, homemade pizza and feist

it's 8 a.m. and i'm already bored. this can be proved through the fact that i just spent the time to watch spears' performance at the vma's (which is a) a show i do not support whatsoever and b) nothing more than a chance to make fun of rich people. i might laugh, but they still have millions, then i stop laughing) but, my opinion on this whole "comeback" thing is that her ship has sailed, she's used up looking, can't dance and can't sing ( which is supposed to be what she does). but i must admit that i'm jadded and have never like her. i don't know if i'm just too old, or if the pop idol thing just didn't reach jersey in time, but i think her audience is 14 year olds, but now that she's so trashy, she can't even get their lunch money. so sad. but, i will defend one thing. she's not fat or overweight or whatever they were saying on the radio. for having two kids, i would not mind to look like that.

homemade pizza:
1 wheat pita cut in half
red sauce spread on each side (i like that garlic basil kind)
chopped veggies (just used yellow peppers and garlic)
cut up chicken
bake 5 minutes
eat

Feist - the song 1234 rocks (and yes i know this cause i own a tv and see the new iPod music video thing like 20 times a day.

Sick and annoyed

My eyes are drying up, my throat feels like i swallowed sand paper, my legs feel like mint jelly and my hair itches. It's noon and I've been awake for 4 hours, and all i've been doing is counting down the moments until 3 p.m. when i leave work and go to the gym. i know that i'm sick, but i'm thinking that doing something like the bike might help for a bit. then it's onwards to hot tea, soup and a book while i lay on the couch.

http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=11396

also kind of nervous today. got one of those random family phone calls at midnight. since i'm a huge loser and was asleep, i silenced the call and went back to bed, only to wake up this morning with the feeling that something is wrong and realize that my "sister" called me last night and told me to call her. i did as soon as i got out of bed and figured out how to turn on the bedroom light (when you're sick the easiest tasks seem difficult). considering we talk twice a year, when she calls in the middle of the night...i worry.

blah...blah...blah...blah...

i yelled moo at a horse yesterday. it was white and black, and i accidently thought it was a cow. damn it.

My delayed interpretation of the new Kit Kat and Reeses.

I give one a 10 on the "wholly shit that stuff taste like God" scale and a 2, which translates to: I'd rather either a) just not eat chocolate or b) bean sprouts might taste better (which really taste like nothing).

Since I'm having a fantastic morning, I'll start with the good and work my way down to the bad.



This might be the best thing next to bottle caps (the rootbeer flavoured ones too). First off: dedicated to one of the coolest musicians of all times. If it wasn't for Elvis and introducing sex appeal so openly to an audience...we wouldn't of had such great singers like Madonna, Prince, B. Spears (you screwed that one up Elvis) or Beyonce. So, thanks you Elvis for being sexy and thank you for liking bananas and chocolate. (Oh, but no thank you for becoming addicted to drugs, getting fat and dying...that was a shitty move)

And on to the bad....



This is all that is disgusting and wrong with new chocolate products. Even before I tried it, I knew I would hate it. While driving to work I heard a commercial about some dude that works at a doughnut place, but instead of eating something wonderful and glazed with his coffee, he's eating this new kit kat with his coffee. OK. I tried it and it's a far comparrison from the sweet flaky wonderfulness of a doughnut. Nice try buddy, but you may be high on rock.

This is how much of a loser I am

The most exciting thing happening in my life right now is that I successfully completed all 25 points worth of online tests for my Medica account. What does this mean you ask? Well, I'm not entirely sure. See I just got insurance for the first time in a long time (unless you count Boynton health insurance, which was the biggest waste of $1,400 a school year ever. It would have made more sense to throw the money into a sewer where live lions and tigers could eat it than pay for "mandatory" school coverage). Back to Medica. Basically, if I answered some questions and then listened to some online slide shows I would get points. And once you get 25 points, you get a magical gift card for somewhere. I just don't know where, but the good news is I find out in 6 weeks.

Today is Thursday and today also proves why I love three day weekends. No, it's not for the extra day of partying, sleeping, wathcing countless episodes of Law and Order, it's because the work week gets smaller than. Like today is only feels like Wednesday, but it's not. So every time I think of this it's like a little pick me up for me to continue with my monotonous work week life.

Boredom and medica aside, I also quit (shouldn't say it, shouldn't say it) smoking. I've made it 11 days (if you count today which just started). So if I'm an irritable bitch who flips out and yells at herself and pulls the little bit of hair I have left, just know it's only a phase and once the shaking and eye ithcing goes away....i should be back to be the normal bitch that I am.

And lastly, I want the world's ugliest dog Archie:


And these types of things run in the family. For all of you (which I don't think anyone actually reads this thing) who didn't know. My cousin Susie is the woman who owned Sam, the world's ugliest dog old champ who has since passed away. Now she owns Tatter-Tot, who I think is more cute than ugly. But here's the family resemblence to the Cook side of the family (and I'm talking about the woman, not the satan looking dog):



But it won't happen cause Chris said something about these dogs looking dead and having nightmares if they were in the house.

The minute hand is going backwards

I haven't written in a while cause I suck, and well no one knows I have a blog or anything like that, so it's really just for my own personal enjoyment.

Slow....anticipating,,,crouching lion hidden bat, or whatever the hell the name of that movie is.

At least that's how I feel. Today has been an uneventful, pull your hair out boring day. Sure, I have things to work on...but I just can't find the motivation. However, I did find this nifty site www.walkrunjog.com, which I might be obsessed with. Not that I'm a big runner, but the possibility of knowing where I'm going, and how far it really is simply intrigues me.
Last night I caught a little of my favorite show in the history of bad television



I also can't think without my brain going into over drive cause I'm going to BWCA...BITCHES (yes, that's exactly how I say it too.) 4 glorious days of camping, hiking, canoeing and sitting on my lazy ass reading a book, thinking I too might have leprosy, while I lay in a hamock. That's right, don't hate on me.



It's not my canoe, but the visual is a good idea i think.

What else...what else...oh I'm obsessed with Trampled by Turtles. Probably one of the best bands of heard of in awhile. I was on the Wookiefoot train, until I realized all their sons sound the same and decided to say no more Wookiefoot and that I wasted way to much time on Limewire searching for songs that didn't sound the same that now I can't get rid of. Boo that.

It doesn't taste like grinded up cat at all.....

That's right. The Lean Cuisine I just ate actually tasted like chicken, not cat like I was expecting. It was some sort of chicken and noodles thing. Tasted pretty good (except the noodles swam in some sort of watery substance). Only problem with LC's, I want another one. Who in there right mind could subside on those alone? It's like tasting a real meal. Of course you loose weight eating them, they are only half the size of a real lunch.

So here's my blog. I decided I needed one after realizing i have way too much time on my hands. I decided that instead of reading newspapers online from places I'll never go, or googling picture images of cats, or my personal favorite, trying to figure out how to buy a ferret, that a) doesn't smell bad and b) that i can treat as a dog by walking on a leash and a cat by letting it sleep in my lap. Instead of getting sad about that animal not really existing, and getting grouchy cause I can't by one of these: