What is it about music that makes me play guitar until the skin peels off my fingers? I don't know. But since I couldn't think of anything to write for my blog, I'll just show you the evidence of 2 hours of guitar playing (and my endless love for Jon McLaughlin).
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Spring 2011 Fashion Trend: Drenched Rat
My day started at 6:40 this morning. No I did not have work. Or class. Why, you ask, did I get up? ...That is a very good question. I had decided to cheer my sister and her boyfriend on in the 5k they were running (loving sister that I am...) but when I woke up and saw it was raining, I almost crawled right back in bed. But I DIDN'T. Biggest regret of the day. The day continued as follows:
Late start getting out of the house
Detour on west 94, making us completely lost
Arrive at race at 8:05 for an 8:00 start
Cheer the runners on in the pouring rain next to a Chatty Kathy policeman
Kari and Ethan, running machines that they are, still beat a bunch of people :)
Hop in the driver's seat to drop Ethan off at work
And here comes the best part of my day... Driving Ethan's van into the bricks on the side of his driveway.
And just think, if it were any other weekend morning, I WOULD STILL BE SLEEPING!
But I do actually enjoy the drama of a good thunderstorm. I just biked home from a friend's apartment, once again, in the pouring rain. It's a satisfying feeling, once you reach the point where you don't even care that the water is dripping from your eyelashes and blurring your vision. Or that a car just whizzed by, splashing the biggest puddle of water onto you and your bike. And then my favorite moment, when you reach your front door and decide you're having too much fun to quit now, and start dancing in the rain. Then, after you have reluctantly entered the house, you introduce your drenched rat look to the roommates and begin the process of spreading your clothes all around the house to dry out. Possibly followed by a nice cup of hot chocolate. With mini-marshmallows. Then, you go and blog about your wet, wet day and hope the drenched rat look becomes a fad so that you don't have to worry about the rain cramping your style ever again.
Late start getting out of the house
Detour on west 94, making us completely lost
Arrive at race at 8:05 for an 8:00 start
Cheer the runners on in the pouring rain next to a Chatty Kathy policeman
Kari and Ethan, running machines that they are, still beat a bunch of people :)
Hop in the driver's seat to drop Ethan off at work
And here comes the best part of my day... Driving Ethan's van into the bricks on the side of his driveway.
And just think, if it were any other weekend morning, I WOULD STILL BE SLEEPING!
But I do actually enjoy the drama of a good thunderstorm. I just biked home from a friend's apartment, once again, in the pouring rain. It's a satisfying feeling, once you reach the point where you don't even care that the water is dripping from your eyelashes and blurring your vision. Or that a car just whizzed by, splashing the biggest puddle of water onto you and your bike. And then my favorite moment, when you reach your front door and decide you're having too much fun to quit now, and start dancing in the rain. Then, after you have reluctantly entered the house, you introduce your drenched rat look to the roommates and begin the process of spreading your clothes all around the house to dry out. Possibly followed by a nice cup of hot chocolate. With mini-marshmallows. Then, you go and blog about your wet, wet day and hope the drenched rat look becomes a fad so that you don't have to worry about the rain cramping your style ever again.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Summer To-Do List
This is my first summer in Minneapolis, and my first summer away from home. I promised myself that I would not go back to being a waitress in my home town and spend the summer counting down the days until college starts again. As glad as I am to be in the middle of a lively city with an interesting job, I will definitely miss home. The hot and miserable days of baling hay or picking rock, followed by a refreshing swim in the pool. The trips to rock dam with my classmates. 4-wheeling in the woods and making a stop at grandma's house to eat cookies. Horseback riding. Tanning naked on the deck and then running for the house like a crazy person when I hear a car driving up the driveway. Eating carrots straight from the garden... I could go on and on. But I won't. The objective of this post is to make a summer bucket list to keep me busy (besides my full time job).
1. Make a trip up to Hermantown to visit friends and cheer Ethan on in Grandma's Marathon.
2. Concerts, concerts, and more concerts! ...hopefully some cheap indie bands that I have never heard of :) but also Backstreet Boys and Fleet Foxes. No big deal, but I am SO EXITED!!!!!!!
3. Bike trips around Minneapolis
4. Monthly visits to Godiva for my free truffle. By the end of the summer, I'll be able to give recommendations on the best flavors :)
5. Dance nights at First Ave
6. Get in shape to run some 5k's
7. Volunteer at We Can Ride, helping disabled kids ride horse
8. Trip to Norway?! Cross your fingers :/
9. Learn sign language from my sister
10. Practice my Finnish
11. Start sewing my own clothes
12. Plant some flowers
13. Write my blog! :)
You'd think I could come up with more than 13 things to do, but I'm drawing a blank. Stay tuned for posts of me actually doing these things :)
1. Make a trip up to Hermantown to visit friends and cheer Ethan on in Grandma's Marathon.
2. Concerts, concerts, and more concerts! ...hopefully some cheap indie bands that I have never heard of :) but also Backstreet Boys and Fleet Foxes. No big deal, but I am SO EXITED!!!!!!!
3. Bike trips around Minneapolis
4. Monthly visits to Godiva for my free truffle. By the end of the summer, I'll be able to give recommendations on the best flavors :)
5. Dance nights at First Ave
6. Get in shape to run some 5k's
7. Volunteer at We Can Ride, helping disabled kids ride horse
8. Trip to Norway?! Cross your fingers :/
9. Learn sign language from my sister
10. Practice my Finnish
11. Start sewing my own clothes
12. Plant some flowers
13. Write my blog! :)
You'd think I could come up with more than 13 things to do, but I'm drawing a blank. Stay tuned for posts of me actually doing these things :)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Bunk-beds are the devil.
I have come to this conclusion after the long and arduous process of assembling my childhood bunk beds in my temporary room with my sister. It sounded too easy to be true; just four boards to screw into the headboards, and voila!
First mistake: screwing in one end before checking if the other end fit. Second mistake: assuming the board was backwards instead of the headboard. After many trail and errors, we had every piece in the right place. Let me just say right now that my sister isn't the most capable of carpenters. Despite being very smart and athletic, she's rendered useless when ever a big project crops up. Probably because I tend to get controlling and tell people, "just let me do it myself!" (Even at a young age, I was telling the old ladies at church, "Myself!" when they'd try to zip my coat) So... when I say "we" in this story, I actually mean "I."
After a lot of sweat, swearing, and creative thinking, the bed was put together with the bottom bed perpendicular to the top. Smart, right? Well, I didn't feel so smart when I tried climbing up and the bed swayed back and forth. After only some slight screaming, I shimmied back down to the steady, solid floor.
So, if Kari and I are found dead in the morning in a pile of broken wood and headboards, my biggest regret will be that I only made it to my second blog post.
First mistake: screwing in one end before checking if the other end fit. Second mistake: assuming the board was backwards instead of the headboard. After many trail and errors, we had every piece in the right place. Let me just say right now that my sister isn't the most capable of carpenters. Despite being very smart and athletic, she's rendered useless when ever a big project crops up. Probably because I tend to get controlling and tell people, "just let me do it myself!" (Even at a young age, I was telling the old ladies at church, "Myself!" when they'd try to zip my coat) So... when I say "we" in this story, I actually mean "I."
After a lot of sweat, swearing, and creative thinking, the bed was put together with the bottom bed perpendicular to the top. Smart, right? Well, I didn't feel so smart when I tried climbing up and the bed swayed back and forth. After only some slight screaming, I shimmied back down to the steady, solid floor.
So, if Kari and I are found dead in the morning in a pile of broken wood and headboards, my biggest regret will be that I only made it to my second blog post.
Number One
Reader beware: this blog is not for the intellectual, the well-traveled, and especially not the gifted musician. This blog will have no unifying theme, no words of wisdom to pass on, no guides to better living... maybe someone will find some entertainment value in it, but mostly, this blog will be an attentive listener to my random thoughts, a polite audience as I learn to play guitar, and a diary of sorts, detailing the mundane aspects of my everyday life.
You may read something like this....
Today I had my first Campbell's Soup at Hand. It was weird. Notice I did not say ate... that's because the container is glass-shaped, the noodles are iiiitty-bitty, and you simply sip sip sip. My stomach couldn't decide whether it was a food or a drink.
or watch something like this....
::now I know you're at the edge of your seat wondering what exotic and crazy thing I will try tomorrow, but just try to be patient.
This girl needs her sleep now.
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