The Perils Of Bulldog Gal

Last night I decided that after missing 3 days of work last week after surgery, I had better go into work early today to make up for some lost time. I would not have even bothered setting the alarm for 5:30 am had I known what was to come.

5:30 am: Awaken to "Shake It" ring tone by Metro Station.

5:31 am: Realize I am so tired I can't think straight enough to get to the bathroom.

5:32 am: Reset alarm for 6:00.

6:00 am: Awaken to "Shake It" again. Sing a little in my head.

6:01 am: Pee, then get dressed.

6:05 am: Sit on bed to put socks on. Fall asleep immediately.

6:52 am: Wake up still sitting up.

7:03 am: Venture into the world, looking quite disheveled.

By 7:15 I was on I-94, cruisin' along with the best of them. Then, BAM! Everybody goes from 75 mph to 0 mph. By 7:30 I was being tailgated on 494 by a teal Honda Civic from about 100 BC who, despite the line of probably 30 cars in front of me, felt he could offer his assistance by RIDING MY BUTT.

Then, as swiftly as the tides, it happened. All at once the ground shifted as all cars again halted to a standstill in about .5 nanoseconds. I watched the rickety old Civic get about 2 inches from my bumper. I would have pulled over to ensure he didn't hit me, really. I'm not that dumb. However, as fate would have it on my already pleasant morning, I was on the Wakota Bridge, where there's no shoulders on the left lane. Perfect.

We repeated the stop and slam on the brakes gig for another 15 minutes. This is my 3rd summer enduring this traffic, it's not new to me. I have acquired much wisdom in my 3 summers about driving in rush hour on 494. For instance, do not even DREAM of applying make up while driving. Also, do not keep your windows down. No matter how hot it is, do not roll them down while crossing the River, unless you happen to admire Eau de Mississippi.

I learned a new rule today. If you cannot see around the truck in front of you, and you have a sneaky suspicion they are about to slam on their brakes..........they are.

Do not, in this moment, think that you can take a "quick sip" of your steaming coffee. You can't.

After making sure Mr. Civic wasn't going to rear-end me, I set down my cup of coffee, and immediately thought, "Shit. That's gonna look just like I got the Herp on my upper lip."

I decided I wouldn't look in the mirror until I got to work. I parked, I attached my badge to my shirt, I cracked the windows, cleaned the windshield, straightened my CD case......I did everything I could before bringing myself to look in the mirror.

There it was, plain as day.

And here I sit, with my upper lip in my mouth, like a bulldog with their under bite. Plain as day.

From now on, I will sit on the ice cold concrete to put socks on, just to ensure this scenario does not repeat itself.

You Decide...

Ghetto?

Or just a spaz who claws herself in her sleep?

P.S.--It's my birthday on Thursday, and I wan't that bling that Nelly has around his neck, okay?

Tunnels

In light of recent events, aka my little tunnel incident on I94 a few weeks ago, mom sent me this video to pick on me.

The 3,150 m long Lefortovo tunnel in Russia, (near Poland) is the longest in-city tunnel in all of Europe. It is nicknamed 'The Tunnel of Death'. There is a river running over the tunnel and water leaks through in some areas. When the temperature reaches nearly 0°C like it does during the winter in Russia, the road freezes and becomes as slippery as . . . well . . . ice. The result is this video, which was taken during a single day with the tunnel surveillance camera.

Congratulations to the dual-carriage bus driver! Jon, let's see some of that fancy drivin' outta you!

I, on the other hand, am moving to North Carolina the first chance I get.

Winding Down

I officially only have 10 days of classes left! The last 3 of those are for finals, but I only have 1 day of them. I got pretty lucky, despite taking a pretty full schedule this semester. I took 4 more credits than last semester, yet somehow my finals schedule is much less hectic. Granted I have a research paper in place of a test....but I would much rather write a 10 page paper than study my butt off for a test.

My theology test is open notes, which is awesome. That just leaves me to worry about Nutrition. I have a B in that class, so how bad can I do? I present my final presentation in there on Monday with my lab group, which should only help my grade. Out powerpoint is pretty nice...

My research paper is 80% done! Literally...I have 8 out of 10 pages done. It's due May 1st (birthday present to myself?), and I'm much farther than the rest of my class seemed to be on Monday. Erin is going to help me finish it up this weekend, while Richard tries to distract us with Guitar Hero III.

I am so antsy to get OUTTA here! I have driven home almost every weekend of my 1st college year. It's so boring up here on the weekends! There's juts nothing to do, and driving into St. Cloud get's old. There's a mall, that's about it. I can't wait to get back to work and make some money so I can fix my car, get a gym membership, and play some hockey! I'm starting to feel better and better every day about my decision to attend Hamline next year. The drive from STC to home get's longer and longer every time, I swear. Now Mom, Dad, Rich, and Erin can make more of my hockey games, and hopefully baby can too.

I'm going to go pack more stuff to bring home tomorrow :)

On Cloud Nine

You know how a dog gets really excited about getting a treat? Atleast, if you are familiar with Lexi or Pedro, you know this is the case.

Yeah, I get that way about new hockey equipment.

I also got a new pair of breezers, but those aren't nearly as fun to look at.

My plans tonight? Sit on the couch in my breezers and watch the Wild game while playing catch with the wall.

Ironic.

So, my roommate fell asleep while I was in the middle of organizing my desk and some class folders. The only thing keeping me from finishing my work is that I need to staple things together before I can put them in the folder with other papers.

I have one of those super loud staplers that are like...spring loaded so that you don't get carpal tunnel. I'm pretty sure I'd piss her off if I tried to staple anything. So here I sit, buried in papers.

What's so ironic about this, is that the song "Staple It Together" by Jack Johnson just started to play on my iTunes, which is set on random.

Of nearly 3,500 songs, this is the one that plays.

For Richard!

Kurtis Foster of the MN Wild suffered a broken femur, which is too bad cause he's pretty hot, and we coulda used him in the playoffs. :(

Really interesting interview with Kurtis Foster of the MN Wild:

http://www.startribune.com/sports/wild/17174706.html?page=1&c=y

Here's the video to accompany it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54rKDkNBzHo