They Have Returned

So the inlaws are home. Mom said they would be home early in the afternoon. They rolled in at 12:03. I guess they weren't kidding. They had a great time, a quiet time, on vacation. They were glad to be back home though. The kids bombarded them the second they walked in the door and declared just how much they missed them. You would have thought we were starving them and taping them to the beds. (that only happened once)(I kid, I kid)(maybe)

They liked the work that was done on the living room so that made me feel better. There's still some tweaking to be done but the big stuff is over. Well, except for the treadmill going downstairs but I still have to rid us of the sectional couch. Anyone in the Twin Cities area who wants a sectional couch, it's yours. For free. You just have to come get it. It's about 25 years old. The sleeper pullout part is not sleepworthy when, well, pulled out. (well that didn't sound dirty or anything right?) It's a comfy couch, we just need to get rid of it. I thought of putting it on the curb with a sign that says "Take me, I'm free. Really." but then I was afraid no one would take it before mom and dad came home and then what the hell would we do with it? Bah. Up on Craigslist it goes.

Now there's about 12 loads of laundry to fold. Yay, fun.

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I Can't Wait

I know of no one who agrees with me that Jason Mewes is hot. This is a bad example and this is definately NOT hot. That's ok though. I remember the good, forget the bad. I make no excuses for my taste*. For fans of Clerks , Chasing Amy , Dogma , Jay and Silent Bob , etc , check it out: P.S. I've been working 'til 11 or midnight most nights so I'm pooped. I'll blog more. I promise. Was I missed though? * Or lack thereof to some people

This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who ...

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