This blog needs more structure. Must be the designer in me. Mondays will cover basically everything I need to cover to "cover my buns". This is probably the most interesting post of the week for those not affiliated with the "Horton Hears A Who" party.
Memo: WEEKEND UPDATE: 1
Birthday-
Well, actually yesterday was my birthday. I know all of those who were unable to attend the festivities gifts are currently on a fedex truck en route. I am donating your party favors to the poor kids at Sharing and Caring Hands, so unfortunately I don't even have a leftover piece of red velvet cake for you. Mark your calendar sooner next year to ensure favors,cake, and well, me.
Apparently some District 287 (Edina) All-Stars won the annual Pond Hockey Tourney in Minne last weekend. Congrats to all of you. I can't think of a more enjoyable way to spend a weekend... -15 degrees outside, 15 hockey games on a frozen lake, crowds of Northern Minnesota's finest, All for the glory of a golden shovel. I could have picked one up for y'all at Jerry's hardware and spray painted it shiny gold. It would have saved a lot of time... but then again I couldn't have gotten you the 15 seconds of fame. I will ponder this one.
I am a horrible bowler. I have yet to break 100. Most games I don't break 50. I reached a new low on Friday when I officially bowled a 39. Did I at least beat our president? Pathetic. Freddie Prince may want me to enroll in lessons before our "March Madness" couples league starts up. Practice night went well, really bad.
I am leaving for Florida on Thursday. I should probably have scheduled at the very least a spray tan and a pedicure. Never mind the fact that I should have handcuffed myself to the elliptical.
I did buckle and pick up a new cell phone. Once again, I hope to become a texting maching... who never ever checks her voicemail.
Vicki took me shopping. The sales girl at Bloomingdales says (one I don't know at all)... says to me "I remember you and your mom. Must be nice to get everything you ever wanted." I responded that my hopes, dreams, and aspirations reached far beyond the Theory department. May have been a little mean... whoops. Sorry sales lady at bloomingdales. I am actually pretty nice if you catch me on a good day.
I just learned that my nanny has annual family craft night. wtf... You have worked in my house since I was in kindergarten... and this is the first I hear about this?? What about an invitation? I am sure JCT and I could find some sort of way to monopolize the spotlight, charm everyone in attendance, and leave them all feeling breathless and not quite sure what just hit them. I am just saying... geez.
My sweet labrador, Diddy, obviously has a severely deviated septum. It is always apparent that he could really use some gas-x. Good work, buddy!
Molly is MIA. I am assuming she is lost somewhere wandering aimlessly in the skyway system. If found, please return her. Maybe that John is holding her hostage.
Does anyone think Neil Cavuto could use lap band surgery? I am just saying. Cannot be good for his heart.
Weekend Update: One, CHECK! Until next Monday!!
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I MADE MY WAY OUT OF THE SKYWAY!
ReplyDeleteIt only took me a shade under 7 months. How's that for speed?
BTW, I found your blog. But this isn't the one I was looking for. However, it's a good substitute. KK, how is it that we've never, ever had a political discussion? Is it because it would be like talking into the mirror?
Happy belated. I'm almost just in time for next year.
XOXO
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