Oh. Um. Hi there, internet. It’s been a while, huh? Yeah, I guess we both got busy. Me with my volunteering and nuns and friends and you with your…cats…
Look, we can go back and forth all day about who forgot to write in her blog for two weeks, or we can just get to the point. Which is, I’ve done some stuff that needs to be documented for posterity/my mother. I can’t remember exactly when things happened and I’m too lazy to figure it out right now, so here are the highlights by category, in the order I think of them.
First, I got free advanced screening passes to Warrior. Still not sure why I get these, but just in case someone out there thinks my opinion matters: I actually really enjoyed this movie. Okay, it was a bit messy — far too many plot lines, and just seeing the preview once gives away too much, and the usual amount of sports movie cliches — but also: Tom Hardy’s ridiculous body.
Also I really enjoy sports movie cliches.
Second, I tried to get other people excited about going to a late-night showing of one of my favorite movies, Die Hard, but was thwarted by a total lack of interest. Girls, right? Instead, Manolo took me to fill in a gap in my Bill Murray knowledge: we watched What About Bob? at Minnehaha Falls for the final Minneapolis Music & Movies in the Park of the season. This was my favorite part:
Manolo was surprised I’d never seen this movie before, but frankly, I just watch Die Hard over and over.
2. Good Deeds
I’ve already expressed my love for Feed My Starving Children, which is a super easy volunteer activity and makes me feel helpful (the famine, however, is worsening). Last week, Lacy and I found a completely different and even easier volunteer opportunity — handing out money at a Bingo game! It could not have been easier or more fun, especially when one of my new friends told me, “we may be the soldiers but you ladies are really the bosses.” He then tried to give me half his winnings, but I told him I was being paid in cookies.
You know how in TV shows like Alias, characters realize they’ve been raised specifically to be awesome at being, say, a spy? It’s like that with me. Except that instead of spying, I was raised to be a goof for the amusement of the elderly. Thanks, ma. So I’ll be back to visit my new friends, and not just for the cookies. I just cannot deny my calling anymore.
The second good deed was just today, and might explain why this post is slightly goofy: I donated blood to the Red Cross today! I like to donate because I can, and quite a few of my friends are not able, and the need is constant (although I admit I was inspired to sign up this time after warnings of the east coast hurricane). This was just my third visit, and my veins get slower each time — it took a solid seventeen minutes to donate 1 pint of blood today.
Seriously, the things I will do for a cookie.
3. Food and Beverage
But the cookies weren’t the least healthy thing I ate this week! Oh no! I went to the Minnesota State Fair last weekend. If you can deep fry it and put it on a stick, I probably ate it. Twice. I’m thinking of you, Macaroni and Cheese on a Stick. I’m always thinking of you.
The view from the Sky Glider. Food was not allowed up there, so I got bored and took a picture.
Earlier in the weekend, I went on a tour of Summit Brewery in St. Paul. I do enjoy a good beer — my favorite is “whatever’s dark on tap” — and one is usually enough to get me a little bit silly. Good thing Summit gave me, er, three!
Those aren’t all my…hands. Those are all my beers though.
I might try to volunteer there some day. I’m always looking for a worthy cause!
I’m still thinking about it more than a little constantly; I’m even wearing a Vikings shirt in the picture above. While it looks like a building season for the Vikings, I’m excited just to see how everything plays out. I’m way more excited about Christian Ponder than Donavan McNabb, but maybe that’s because I’ve had my fill of, um, “veteran” quarterbacks. Speaking of, don’t be surprised if I actually buy a number 4 jersey this year, because of this:
Kluwe will be taking number 4 along with his ice cream cone (and my heart). Every negotiation I make in the future will include an ice cream demand. I shall call it the Kluwe Clause.