booty cruise = lady fight

KDWB's annual ladies-only Booty Cruise got a little catty this year on the St. Croix River. Police were called to the boat in Stillwater Thursday night after a fight broke out between a bunch of the booty-shaking women in attendance... Five women were cited for disorderly conduct, but no one was arrested. Witnesses said some ladies had cuts and bruises, but nothing more serious. (via City Pages)

First off, hey, it's called a Booty Cruise. If five disorderly conducts are all that come from that type of thing, color me impressed. I have an inkling of an idea that there may have been some other various diseases passed along, but that's just me being judgmental after looking at the pictures. Be warned. I'm not looking at them, but my boss did -- they're not so much work appropriate unless your work gives a thumbs up to pictures involving womens legs thrown up in the air with a oiled up man wearing a cowboy hat rubbing his junk all over her. 

Second off, what, if anything at all, is attractive or enticing about being stuck on a boat in the middle of a river with a bunch of screaming women that have all won tickets to a boat full of strippers by calling into a radio station? 

This is my favorite quote from one article:

A representative of the boat's operating company said the fight was "something about a shoe" but had no other details. (via PiPress)

Class.

bowling for boobs and you should be there!

You know what you should do tonight? 

Bowling for Boobs III: Don’t Call it a Comeback

we're rocking the online auction right now!

kids with gay moms are -- wait for it -- "normal"!

(CNN) -- A nearly 25-year study concluded that children raised in lesbian households were psychologically well-adjusted and had fewer behavioral problems than their peers.

it might be broken

Somehow on Tuesday night, I managed to break my shoulder in the middle of the night. I can't move it at all and it hurts just to hold it still. What the hell?

My unplanned blogging break? Yeah, it happened. I've been busy.

• We finished up our bowling league in 3rd place (out of 6) and I won some cash prize for being awesome. We're going to be sanctioned when we start up again in the fall. Pretty sure that's the big time.
• The General and I went to the Globetrotters game with tickets I won off Twitter. After the game, we walked over to Target Field and, lo, I heard the angels sing. That place is gorgeous!! 
• I had my two year review at work (my anniversary is actually 4/30, but I hadn't had one for over a year) and it was awesome. Things I need to work on? My confidence. And that's something I don't really understand, because I'm a cocky asshole at work and everybody knows that. I just need to challenge myself and I'm having a hard time with it. Still love my job, though, without a doubt!
• Sending out mass emails to everyone I know and some places I don't know to bring in some silent auction items for the Pet Project Rescue fundraiser coming up next week. It's still not too late to RSVP and buy your tickets in advance. Last night, I picked up a $150 gift certificate for a tattoo shop and the rest of the auction items? Holy crap. I might go broke just bidding on things. Twins tickets, hotel stays, a ton of movie prize packs, gift baskets, artwork --  it's pretty impressive. 
• Fostering puppies. They're so sweet, but man, little bitty puppies that have been turned away from their mom or treated like crap? They're high maintenance. I suppose it's solid prep work for a baby, right?
• Getting set for the 2010 3 Day! We're captains this year and it took a lot of hard work and adjusting and a bunch of weirdness, but we got it all figured out and I'm finally almost excited about it.

Back to this shoulder pain.  How the hell do you go to the doctor and say "I hurt myself while sleeping", because Dear Lord baby Jesus, lyin' there in your ghost manger, just lookin' at your Baby Einstein developmental videos, learnin' 'bout shapes and colors, my shoulder hurts REALLY BAD. I told The Kid I needed help buttoning my pants this morning it hurts so bad.*

*Don't worry. He did not help me button my pants. That's wrong. He just laughed at me, which is absolutely the response I was looking for. 

my photos are everywhere!

I kind of love when I get notifications from Flickr that say my photos have been used somewhere. I should probably Google it more often to see where my photos have been used and I haven't known about it. Either way, it's still super cool and makes my head explode about a billion times. 

Here are the latest two: a picture I took on Cozumel that was used for an article about home beer delivery and this picture of a broken camp chair from our mid-summer camping trip last year used in an article about what kinds of camp chairs are best for people with big butts. 

Here are some more I just found, because I'm so motivated to work today.

1. The Wikipedia article on Sea Breeze (cocktail), which features a picture I took on my last cruise.
2. An article about planning a family road trip, picture of a young Clara Jane and her awesome Chuck Taylors included! 
3. My eviction notice picture from my last apartment (not my eviction!) was used for an article about a six year old getting evicted.
4. A really high quality picture that I took of the Teletubbies on TV was used on Discover Magazine's website. 
5. The Auto Glass Blog used a photo from last year's 3 Day (new 3 Day post is in the works, by the way!)

I'm going to have to keep an eye on this a little more closely, because it's pretty fun to see! 

the obligatory 32nd birthday wrapup

My birthday was a success, which isn’t a surprise, because they always seem to be.

I worked, because why not? When I got in, the boys in my department (we’re a huge department of four – two boys, two girls – also we’re 50% gay) had decorated my desk with ribbon curls and Christmas cards. They apparently needed help from our Controller to learn how to curl ribbon. When the remaining person on our team got here at 9, she was armed with frosted sugar cookies and gummy bears. And then I left work at 2:30. WIN.

I picked up birthday Chipotle on the way home for the family. At home, The General gave me my birthday present, which ended up being a very awesome compass necklace. I’d been wanting a necklace for a while, but hadn’t ever seen anything I was dying to have. The one The General picked out is perfect. 

Then we headed to Club Jager, which as 2-for-1s from 4-8 during the week for some birthday celebration. Jenni and Matt met us there, where we sat outside for a while before conducting a board meeting in a very adorable back room. Shortly after we finished a couple of 2-for-1 rounds, we decided to head to bowling an hour early to grab dinner and, you know, drinks. 

And we ate and drank and bowled. Jenni made multi-tiered brownie for my birthday, complete with a Hannah Montana Christmas ornament as decoration. Matt, who bowls in a different league on Thursdays, was there for a while and Katie, who’s way pregnant!!, stopped by for a little while. So, it ended up being like a birthday party I didn’t even plan.

I bowled like a horse’s ass and my NCAA tournament bracket also looks like a horse’s ass, but turning 32? It was pretty awesome. 

please won't you be my neighbor

Lately, I've kind of fallen in love even more with my neighborhood even more. Maybe a lot of people wouldn't, but this neighborhood just feels like it's the place I should love. The character, the proximity to everything, the extremely reasonable rent - it's pretty much perfect for me.

On Sunday, The General and I were hanging out on the stoop (so urban, right?) waiting for the return of our foster dog, Simon. Two kids were racing up and down the street on their BMX bikes yelling at each other, but clearly having a good time. When 9 year olds yell at each other, I don't get all that concerned. Then this conversation transpired:

Boy #1: How about BFK?

Boy #2: What does that mean?

Boy #1: Brothers and friends.

Boy #2: Yeah, I like that.

Boy #1: Okay, Brothers and Friends Killings.

Boy #2: Yeah! BFK! 

Appropriate? Not really, but I'm pretty sure my younger brother and I had names for our crime spree companies we wanted to develop. We were just probably a little more discreet about it. I kind of applaud their creativity! Clearly if they're riding around thinking up names of what they'll have embroidered on their uniforms, they're not going to be actually killing people, right?

And last night, our drug-dealer-owing neighbor spent a good two hours trying to learn how to ollie on his skateboard right outside of our house. I should have been irritated by the incessant noise of the skateboard landing upside down in the street, but I wasn't. I was all, you go, chubby boy, and you show Tony Hawk's who's boss.

I ♥ Northeast Minneapolis. A lot. And I think I also love spring. 

tater has to tell you something

Look at this dog:

This is Tater, our most recent foster dog that just went to live with his new forever home this morning.

Crazy thing? Without the folks at Pet Project Rescue rescuing him from an animal shelter in Cancun, he would have been electrocuted. To death. Because that's what they do in Mexico when the dog population gets out of control. 

You know what you can do, even if you're not looking to adopt a dog or can't foster a puppy for whatever reason? Come to Pet Project Rescue's 2nd Annual Fundraiser next month! The General and I will, of course, be there enjoying the silent auction; fostering, adoption, and volunteer information; Summit Beer, Pizza Luce pizza, snacks and other non-alcoholic beverages, all included in our $17 pre-paid admission. 

If you buy tickets in advance, you'll automatically be entered to win a Pizza Luce gift card! 

If you're not local to the Twin Cities or you hate beer (or St. Paul) or you just want to help somehow, but can't think of any way to help, don't worry. You're covered. Pet Project Rescue is also looking for items for the silent auction. If you have something you can donate (something from where you work, a gift card, anything) or know someone else that might, feel free to email me or comment here. I'll be sure to get you in touch with people that will be more than happy to take your donated item(s)! 

i have sink requirements

I'm full of posting wisdom lately. And by posting wisdom, I mean none at all. 

Our landlord has provided us with a sink that's somehow attached to the wall in a very non-sturdy fashion. It stays there, which is great, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't want to stay there. It might require some twisty ties and duct tape to get it to stay until we move. But I'm okay with that. That sink falling off the wall is the least of the drama going on at Casa de Fish Tacos. 

If I were going to replace that wobbling bad boy, I'm open to any type of cheap porcelain sinks I can find. The shinier and more contemporary looking the better, in my opinion. And if there was a kind of sink that would automatically repel toothpaste and mouthwash right into the drain, I'd be in love, because I'm lazy and don't like scrubbing out the sink every time I do some dental hygiene work. That's not too much to ask, is it?