So I realize Folger's went to the Aroma Seal Can for a reason but I am sad to say it clearly isn't secure enough for me. I have been on a fairly clumsy role for let's see... oh my whole LIFE!! Today just takes the coffeecake. I was daydreaming about a business adventure with my sister (which she knows nothing about so keep it quiet) and walking across my shop with my economy size coffee can when it somehow slipped right out of my hand and went crashing to the floor leaving a black mountain of coffee grounds on a not-so-perfectly clean floor. DAMMIT!
For a person of less regular clumsiness this would probably not grind their gears as much as it did me. However since just Sunday I knocked over an entire canister of salt in the kitchen. I know what you're thinking and it simply isn't possible to cut salt and coffee out of my regimen besides I would find a way to spill even the healthiest granola... oh wait I probably have.
I think I know exactly where this streak started. Our yard is slightly covered in ice. The other day I was be-bopping out to my car probably singing some Taylor Swift outloud when I traveled accross a trechorous island of ice. Thus sending me into a break-dance I never knew I had. I caught myself and had a good chuckle and went about my day. However this one lucky break may have been the tip of the iceburg as far as follies were concerned.
Yesterday of course couldn't go without some minor mishap. Nolan and I went to the library, then Joe Jitter's for lunch and then to the rink for a little ice skating. At Joe jitters, the shoppers that we are, he managed to find a dinosaur book in the back and I found a dry erase, magnetic desk top thing. After a round of ice skating I climbed in the back seat to help him with his seat belt when I heard a gentle crunch. Oh yes the sound of my not-so-delicate ass crushing my new amazing desktop. Son-of-A!
Fear not! I will not let you lie awake worrying that I had to chuck my purchase. Everyone knows that with the right amount of packing tape (or hot glue in some cases) I can fix anything!!
Well I must go. I'm sure there is something around the house awaiting a break or a spill! Not even kidding.
Maybe next time I can tell you how I successfully dropped a gallon of paint down a staircase. It's mind boggling. :)
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Health Kick? Or just kickin' ass?
So as usual I am about a day late and a dollar short. Everyone read The Help and then a month later I read it and was continually chattering about it. My guess is is their thoughts were... "um yeah where were you a month ago?" So my second late arrival bandwagon idea is .... brace yourself.... getting fit? No I did not say fat. Although that may have been part of the inspiration. :) I bartered with one of my lovely customers and found myself with a treadmill. The first week I started off walking at what I thought was an incredible rate. The next day.. completely sore. Sheesh I guess it was time! Now I'm up to running and yesterday I ran 3 miles!! Whoo hoo! The secret to success for me is the rediculous music I listen to when I run (or self-help audiobooks that are too embarassing to discuss). That's right on a regular day my music selection is peaceful. I like Corrine Bailey Ray, Bob Marley, Norah Jones, Ingrid Michaelson ect... however when I am out kickin' ass I need more. That is when I unleash my good friends Eminem, Limp Biscuit, and Rob Zombie. I mean you just can't kick ass to harp music.
Which made me think about music and how you need different flavors for different times. People that listen to the same genre 24/7 are simply missin' out. People always think I am kidding when I tell them that before christmas I listen to christmas music all day and then I need to cleanse the pallet at the end of the day with Metallica. Ana and I always wondered why metallica could get away with putting an "oh" at the end of regular words... such as whiskey in the Jar..oh. She could take a Kenney Chesey song and turn it into a metallica song just by adding an "oh". It is comical and entertaining to say the least.
Last fall I joined a line dancing group. After claiming I wanted to for such a long time one night I just got up the gusto and showed up. It has been one of the most fun things I have ever joined. Last tuesday we danced for three hours. We have been trying songs to different dances and this week I insisted we do one of our dances to lose control my missy elliott it was fabulous! It's exercise without the boring part. I'm still a beginner and at times I put myself on a time out and go sit back at the table because I don't always catch on to certain dances right away. (I claim it is because I am left handed and they are right foot dances.. however it could just be a white-girl-can't-dance situation.) For the most part however it is a blast.
The other part of this glorious health kick is that I've decided to get back into vitamins. I did a little internet research and discussed it with my health contious best-friend Molly and now am trying dilligently to choke down those horrible things every day.
So I know it's February and most people get fit in January but I guess as with all things I am dancing to my own beat.
So I'll be out kickin' ass to old rap songs and throwing back vitamins until next time!
Which made me think about music and how you need different flavors for different times. People that listen to the same genre 24/7 are simply missin' out. People always think I am kidding when I tell them that before christmas I listen to christmas music all day and then I need to cleanse the pallet at the end of the day with Metallica. Ana and I always wondered why metallica could get away with putting an "oh" at the end of regular words... such as whiskey in the Jar..oh. She could take a Kenney Chesey song and turn it into a metallica song just by adding an "oh". It is comical and entertaining to say the least.
Last fall I joined a line dancing group. After claiming I wanted to for such a long time one night I just got up the gusto and showed up. It has been one of the most fun things I have ever joined. Last tuesday we danced for three hours. We have been trying songs to different dances and this week I insisted we do one of our dances to lose control my missy elliott it was fabulous! It's exercise without the boring part. I'm still a beginner and at times I put myself on a time out and go sit back at the table because I don't always catch on to certain dances right away. (I claim it is because I am left handed and they are right foot dances.. however it could just be a white-girl-can't-dance situation.) For the most part however it is a blast.
The other part of this glorious health kick is that I've decided to get back into vitamins. I did a little internet research and discussed it with my health contious best-friend Molly and now am trying dilligently to choke down those horrible things every day.
So I know it's February and most people get fit in January but I guess as with all things I am dancing to my own beat.
So I'll be out kickin' ass to old rap songs and throwing back vitamins until next time!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
My First Wild Game
So I started that as a title and then thought to myself... that sounds a little dirty. So of course it must stay! Last night Jayke and I headed to the MN Wild game in St. Paul. I don't follow hockey or sports in general but he likes it and so I got him tickets and a hotel stay for what I started referring to as his "Birthday Spectacular". We headed down around noon and decided to stop at Tanger Outlet to do some bumming. I did the classic loser move and read a clearance sign wrong in bath and body works and had to walk away from my entire purchase which was extra silly since I spent a half an hour sniffing every collection until I settled on my keepers. Smooth Heidi.
Upon arriving at our hotel we decided to find a liquor store nearby so we had some beverages to take with us to the hot tub. This little jaunt found us at some random chinese restuarant bar that we peeked in and realized "Nope this ain't it". After a cocktail and a swim we headed to Cassetta's where I was reccomended by one of my customers to go. She was right the pizza was amazing!
At game time we headed to excel and found ourselves in the collectible shop. Note that Jayke and I should never be released into a place like that because we came out of there with hockey sticks for the boys, t-shirts for the boys, a t-shirt for me and a giant claw. I felt like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber when he goes to get the "essentials" with the last of their money.
So we watched the game I made friends with the two 8year olds I was sitting next too and they gladly mowed down the rest of my popcorn when I was full. I even told who I thought were their parents how cute they were. Only to find out that wasn't their parents. Whoopsies. Apparently the parents were in the row behind us.
Now I may not be a hockey expert... clearly not since I was waiting for a fourth period. But I know me my "Wally the beerman" when I see him. And yes I got a picture and an autograph.
After the game we headed to the "cop bar". Where the bartenders wear less than the hooters girls and the beer flows like the salmon of cappostrona. Of course we made friends with 8 guys from Brainerd who drove their Winnebago down for the game. I will say that McGolden did bring out the Doctor Phil side and essentially my mouth was running rampant. Good times.
I was thinking that you might be a redneck if you have to move your winnebago every few hours to keep it from being towed however if we had a motorhome I could easily see us doing the same thing. Not even kidding. :)
Upon arriving at our hotel we decided to find a liquor store nearby so we had some beverages to take with us to the hot tub. This little jaunt found us at some random chinese restuarant bar that we peeked in and realized "Nope this ain't it". After a cocktail and a swim we headed to Cassetta's where I was reccomended by one of my customers to go. She was right the pizza was amazing!
At game time we headed to excel and found ourselves in the collectible shop. Note that Jayke and I should never be released into a place like that because we came out of there with hockey sticks for the boys, t-shirts for the boys, a t-shirt for me and a giant claw. I felt like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber when he goes to get the "essentials" with the last of their money.
So we watched the game I made friends with the two 8year olds I was sitting next too and they gladly mowed down the rest of my popcorn when I was full. I even told who I thought were their parents how cute they were. Only to find out that wasn't their parents. Whoopsies. Apparently the parents were in the row behind us.
Now I may not be a hockey expert... clearly not since I was waiting for a fourth period. But I know me my "Wally the beerman" when I see him. And yes I got a picture and an autograph.
After the game we headed to the "cop bar". Where the bartenders wear less than the hooters girls and the beer flows like the salmon of cappostrona. Of course we made friends with 8 guys from Brainerd who drove their Winnebago down for the game. I will say that McGolden did bring out the Doctor Phil side and essentially my mouth was running rampant. Good times.
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