It's the weirdest thing...

Tonight I got into my car and I was going to swing by the 35 cent pop machine by the police station and use a quarter and a dime from the coin thing in my car. I reached down for the quarter and... no quarters. I could have sworn I had 5 quarters in there last time I checked. Dimes and nickles, still there. Successful in still getting a pop. Then I realized, not only were 5 quarters missing, but I had thrown a folded up $1 bill down by the coins too... My sister and my dad both drove my car on Tuesday, so I figured one of them used it. No prob, just wanted to know where it went. So, I called my dad and he said not only did he not touch it, but he left a quarter in the cup holder. No quarter in the cup holder. Called my sister. She didn't take it either. I'm living in Mora... I'm starting to not lock my doors all the time. Someone could have easily come in my car and taken the $2.25 I think I'm missing... but if they did... why did they leave the nickles and dimes... much less the various car chargers and the GPS thing that plugs into my computer and is worth at least $50. Odd. Just plain odd. I hope that of all the things that could have happened to it, I hope it fed someone who was hungry.

On another weird point... I got my UPS pants, and when I tried them on, they still had the tag on them, so I assumed they were new and not left over from someone that used them last year as a seasonal helper... but I reached in the pocket and there's a $5 and 2 $1's in the right front pocket, all crumpled up like they had been washed in there and left. But the attached tag did not look washed. Weird combination. Maybe they re-tag their pants for organization sake? Either way, it was just odd. But, I got $7 since there's no way to figure out who it belonged to...

So, lost $2.25... gained $7... I guess either way I'm up $4.25. Who knows.

Oh and just to get this off my chest... my mom made Christmas cookies, and I believe in 2 days I have eaten enough Christmas cookies to feed an orphanage of starving children. Ooops.

So...

So, I'm still in Mora. I'm so tired of being stuck in limbo here. I have nothing to do. I am waiting for my life to start agian and for the meantime... I just get to hear about how everyone else has stuff going on. I mean, techinically I'm working for UPS for a month duirng their peak time... but I've only actualy worked one day. They haven't needed me more than that yet. I wait for my phone to ring in the morning, if it does, I go meet a driver somewhere. If it dosen't, I keep sleeping. Tonight I'm babysitting for I think, 7 kids? Otherwise, I fight to keep myself entertained all day. I'm so ready to move. If I could afford December rent, I'd just move down there now and be bored in La Crosse and learn about my new town there. Ok, enough venting. I'm done.

I joined the bandwagon...

I finally joined facebook.com. I couldn't before because 1) I can't get into my St. Scholastica e-mail and therefore can't verify I went there... and 2) PCOM (my grad school) isn't registered with them. But now, you can join without a college so all is well. Yay. I've only been on there for 3 hours, and I already have 26 friends. We're all loosers that are online way too much. Especially those of you who added me at like, 11:30pm. Get some sleep people. Oh wait, that means I'm up too... hmmm... Maybe I'll go to bed now...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving all! I was just going though my pictures trying to decide which of my actually-really-there-Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade pictures I was going to put up for you today... I'm not going to lie. If you know me, you know I was not there this year, I'm in Mora for the first time in a few years. I watched it in person Thanksgiving 2004. I was going to put up Garfield... but then I realized I had this picture. One of the things I am thankful for is that one time in my life, I was like, 20 yards from none other than... The Crocodile Hunter.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I couldn't beat this one... had to re-post my friend Heather's Thanksgiving story... for more writing by Heather, click here.

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Oh, Thanksgiving. The day that we Americans celebrate the Pilgrims and the Indians and their friendly co-existence. I remember it like it was yesterday, my elementary school reenactment of that fateful day on Plymouth Rock.

Little Jason Evans played the lead Pilgrim. “Ha!” he said, as the Indian women set about decorating the picnic tables with cornucopia. “You bring turkey and we bring smallpox! Ha! Ha! We are in the process of launching an unprecedented biological war on your people. You will lose 75% of your population because God has given us this land from sea to sea!”

Then Sally Jones, the Narrator, said, “The Indians were only the first step in conquering the new world. Early Americans also marched across the continent and took land from Mexico and Canada, and ultimately moved into the Atlantic, the Caribbean, and the Pacific, claiming islands and finally stealing Hawaii from Queen Liliuokalani so that the state count could be a nice round 50 and the stars would line up right on the flag.”

Out in the audience someone’s dad shouted, “Queen Liliuokalani! Pshaw. More like Queen Lilliputian!” And everyone laughed, because people who are not even 6 inches high, that’s funny stuff.

Jason Evans: Lead Pilgrim then continued shouting at the Indians, “I am still working on my plan to gain the middle part of the continent. My sources tell me that pesky old France is going to grab hold of it.”

The lights went dim over the Thanksgiving feast and the spotlight shone brightly again on Sally Jones. “Fortunately the Americans would never have to fight the pesky French for control of the middle of the country. God saw fit to send slaves to Haiti where a guy named Toussaint (which ironically rhymes with croissant) led a big rebellion. The French were kicked off the island, which meant Napoleon no longer needed the middle of America for sugar cane supplies. So he sold it to Thomas Jefferson dirt cheap.”

And everyone laughed again because, get it, dirt cheap!

The Thanksgiving stage lights came back up. “My plan is called Manifest Destiny and it means Americans can do whatever they want because God wants them to have all the land! Ha! Ha!”

Then the audience clapped really big and my class took a good long bow.

It was a very accurate play.

Man of the Year

So, I saw Man of the Year tonight... It's pretty funny, laugh out loud funny like... But then they throw in this action movie stuff that wasn't any good. Plus a love story. I mean... comedy + love story = normal movie. Love story + action = normal movie. Comedy + Love Story + Activion Movie = way too much. Not normal. But, Robin Williams is great. All the men in the movie are great. The lead woman though stinks, at least in this movie. She does not add to it at all.

"Politicians are like diapers. Both should be changed often; and for the same reason."

It's getting closer...

I finally made a decision on where I'm going to live starting in January...
It's a sweet deal for the price...
Building is only a few years old,
Gas fireplace in living room,
Big dining room,
Big kitchen with dishwasher,
Utility room with supplied washer & dryer,
Big bathroom with jacuzzi tub,
Attached 1+ car garage,
Quiet complex of 4-plexes... Yay...

This is my soon-to-be kitchen:


Yay, I'm excited to have a home agian. It's been awhile since I've had a space that's mine.

Moving somewhere around the 2nd week of January. Starting a week or two after that... Spending about 6 weeks from February to March driving to Prairie du Chein to fill in for a doctor that will be on maternity leave.

So, that's the La Crosse update. :)

Girls can work too!!!

So, I got a temporary job (like 5 weeks) with UPS helping deliver packages. Well, I need dark brown or black work boots. Not a problem I didn't think. Until I went looking for some. I wear a 7 1/2 women's shoe. They don't exist. Most stores only carry them in mens. And the smallest men's size they carry is a men's 8. I wear probably a men's 5 1/2. I was even told by the man in the shoe department at Sears that they shouldn't have hired me because if I don't fit into men's workboots I'm obviously too small to do the job. He showed me some wussy women's boots, I told him they wern't good enough. He told me of course they are, what do I want? A steel toe? I said maybe. He said there was no way I should want a steel toed boot, I'm a girl.

My mom called and I told her I couldn't find boots. She told me to go to Fleet Farm. Why didn't I think of that? I found a woman in the shoe department that helped me pick out work boots. Now I have brown work boots. In a woman's size. Yay.

Maybe not politically correct... but funny...

Ok, so my friend Joslyn posted this the other day... and I think it's pretty funny. Not politically correct... but funny.

Election Day

Today I did something for the first time. I voted actually at my local polling site. It's the 4th time I voted, but the first 3 were all absentee ballots.

Yay for the political ads to be done tonight! I can watch TV without yelling at the TV agian!

The ultimate question lingers until later tonight... will we get a old MN 4-Her in Senate? Hmmm... polls don't look promising... we'll see I guess!

Saturday in Florida...

This morning we slept in a bit, and I mean a bit, it's sleeping in for my dad... and left at 9:15am or so. We went back to Montverde, where my grandma's house is, and went to the Montverde Days Festival. There's a lot of people at Montverde Days for how small the town is. We saw some of the other retiree's from home that winter down here... Then we went off to see a cool sculpture garden that Alison had found in a tour guide thing... although it took us awhile when the sculpture garden was in Winter Park and we first went to Winter Garden... oops. Anyway, that was cool, and I took a bunch of pictures. Then off to Old Towne in Orlando. We walked around there and checked out the classic cars that were there. Then mini golf at Pirate's Cove. I lost both rounds. I'm not so good at mini golf anymore. Then... off to Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville at Universal City Walk. All 3 of us were going to get a Margaritaville Margarita... only... my ID was not in my bag when we got there. Grrr... he wouldn't serve me. So, below, my dad and sister with THEIR Margaritaville Margarita's, while I sipped my diet coke.

EPCOT

When we were kids my grandpa told us that EPCOT stands for Every Person Comes Out Tired. It is so true. 10 hours there and we were drained.

I met Pooh and Tigger... Tigger "Grrr"ed at me and tried to take me out the door with him. :) Funny Tigger...


I had a fun day, it's just interesting how different things seem when you're 5 versus 15 versus almost 25... I haven't actually been in Epcot since our band & chior trip at 15. Was there quite a few times between 3 or 4 and 15. First time since 15 today. Anywho... I'm tired.

More pictures at My Kodak Gallery Site ... plan on putting more up each evening.

We were driving out at the end of the day and my dad said something to the effect of, "All of these roads here are still Disney's, not the city's."
Alison responded, "Wow, that's a lot for Disney to plow in the winter."
True northerner talk there...

Warm weather here I come!

My dad is bringing me and my sister to Orlando for a long weekend. Yay! We're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. It sounds really nice especially since the temperature just plumited here in MN. Yippie!