i am becoming a yuppie

Please somebody help me!!!
I don't want to be a young urban professional...I don't want to be a sheep!!!!
Too late. Damn, I guess I am a yuppie. But I'm a cool yuppie. I go to work, exert my professionalism, and come home to a cocktail and the Discovery Channel. Might I add, "Extreme Bodies" is totally phenomenal.

In other news, here is what has been happening at the Holly Pad.....I have MICE. A mouse was candidly spotted whilst watching an episode of Dexter. I never doubted that something like this would happen, but I always hoped not. After all, I live in a 98 year old building. No biggie, I bought mouse/rat poison aka a derivative of warfarin aka a therapeutic medication for human heart problems. I've found that most people who take Coumadin know they are taking rat poison. Anyfuck, I proceeded to strategically place the rat/mouse poison aka therapeutic blood thinner medication around my pad, in every room. I found that the culprits aka the mouseys like the western wall (see photos below). I found after about 36 hours that the poison was gone from the strategic place in my kitchen and my bedroom. Unsettling to say the least, though I felt like a child just realizing the Easter Bunny or Santa had come and eaten the carrots or cookies and milk respectively....mildly scared but more excited because my scheme had worked. Because of this entire fiasco, my timeline for getting a feline companion has become very brief. I'm going to go see a kitty on Wednesday in Golden Valley (a kitty with puppy dog eyes....how wonderful!) and I hope to actually have a cat in my home by next week sometime. Call it another birthday present. I bought myself a Nintendo DS but that is another story (it's fucking awesome and I love it and it's my new best friend). I'm very excited at the fact that I am now somewhat forced to adopt a cat. I knew I wanted one but I didn't expect I'd have the balls to care for something other than myself for at least three or four months. I do now.





Rat/Mouse poison aka therapeutic cardiovascular medication in my living room.








My bedroom corner lacking rat/mouse poison AND a paper towel. I am assuming they brought it back to the nest and are using it as a death shroud since they ingested pure death itself.







A mousetrap in my pantry. No luck yet.










Paper towel lacking rat and mouse poison/bait in my kitchen. I have succeeded (somewhat)! Die, mouseys, DIE!!!

love rocks

I flossed today and it felt GREAT. Never underestimate the cleansing power of a minty fresh thread in between the chompers. Speaking of underestimating, I took a patient to MRI the other day and the MRI tech showed me this picture. "MRI eats patient bed". AWESOME.

even mother nature loves the maroon and gold

I feel more and more at home in my new abode every day, but sometimes it's necessary to go back to one's old haunts, thus, I am at the Eagan CBOU because obviously I have errands to run and there is no Target like the Eagan Target. And I lack internets. Hopefully that will change this weekend and I will be updating this more often from my futon. Or bed.

THIS WEEKEND= GOPHERS and BIRTHDAYS and ATMOSPHERE!

1) Gopher Homecoming game against Northwestern. The Gophers are 7 and 1 this season and the combination of Decker/A-Web is positively epic. Tomorrow is going to be a fantastic game.

2) Barry's birthday celebration, woo! It's been awhile since I really got shattypantsed but I'm going to attempt it and see how it goes...hopefully not to be terribly hungover for....

3) Atmosphere at 1st ave on Sunday. Mostly I'm really excited for the company I'll be in, and then of course the live music of a phenomenal local artist.

Needless to say, this will be a weekend for the books. Today I'm fixing up my costume (not gonna lie, I didn't think of it because I'm not creative but I love the idea so I received permission from the idea-haver and we're going to rock this maverick...) and I may pay a visit to the Rosemount vet to take a look at some kitties. KITTIES!!!

pooper de dooper!

One would think that, with all of the time on my hands that I would update this more. Not that I want to be a career blogger, but sometimes I feel non-productive just by existing. Oh, and by not updating. One thing though, I have NOT been wasting time in regards to looking at all of the beautiful foliage surrounding me. I insist on taking pictures of this beauty, but obviously I can only take so many pictures of changing leaves. You see one or two pictures and you've seen them all. I would absolutely like to forgo this whole moving thing because I'm so bored by it. I just wish my apt would be organized and decorated in an instant. Like, while I'm making my Carnation Instant Breakfast in the morning that consists of pouring and stirring, I wish my apt would be all finished and pretty in the time it takes to perform said task. I did start decorating today though, and that was fun. I also put bed blocks under my bed so I could use underneath the bed for clothing storage. SO INTERESTING. When did I acquire so many articles of clothing? I cannot say. I have no flipping idea. How am I going to fit all of my clothes in my minuscule closet? I'll get back to you on that. Well I've had a lovely time house sitting for my parents and such....I am so very not interesting right now. A mailbox is more interesting than me at the moment. At least the mailbox has new things happening every day except Sundays and federal holidays.

moving is boring and i hate it

So, really that's how I feel at the moment. I need to improve my life somehow. Maybe improve is not the right word. Enhance. I need to do that with my life. How? Not sure. This life enhancement needs to be of low cost and it needs to be interesting. I'll come back to that later. Maybe.

I'm gradually moving stuff in to my new apt on the Hill of Crocus. I've been learning many things....open windows are good things, as are pans and BESTIES to help with random shenanigans. I've also been delving into the local lingo....my favorite thus far is from a preceptor at work who has lived in the area....Willy Mitchell Bitches. It really rolls of the tongue with oodles of ease. I hope to be all settled by the end of the month so I can start paying for not only rent and cable and expenses but also start paying my loans off. Fabulous.

Things to look forward to???
1. House sitting
2. My last rotation at work. Ortho/NEURO. Woooo!
3. The very first weekend in November, which promises to be epic with the following events: a) Gopher Homecoming Game, and b) Atmosphere at First Ave.

Oyyy, time for bed!

oh shnuggos...

T-minus 2 weeks until I have an apt! And T-minus like 17 days until I actually move in all the way. Wooters. I still need to do the following: buy a bed, buy a TV, set up my electric, research cable/internet deals, find a new bike, and go to Ikea to pretty much buy the whole store. I developed a budget, thus feeling more like a grown-up. Poopers to that. I'm missing WSU Homecoming. Poopers to the Nth degree. Work was interesting last night. Had my first drug-seeker patient....thought he could see right through me because I'm new but I could see right through him too. 1) He knew the classic textbook signs of heart attack chest pain 2) he refused nitroglycerin AND an EKG AND an angiogram. Sorry dude, looks like you're stuck again. Apparently he's taken the tour des hospitals around Les Villes. Funny. I also had someone try to convert me to being Baptist. I listened quietly while he recited bible verses about being saved and I couldn't help but get distracted in my brain by those scenes in O Brother Where Art Thou when Delmar says "I been redeemed" and Allison Krauss sings Down to the River to Pray. Some faithful follower I am. Believe in Jesus Christ your Lord and Savior! Believe in the Coen Brothers! Speaking of which, I saw some press media about their new endeavor and trying to find some old 60's shtuff around Les Villes. Neato. I shall leave this bloggerton with a pretty neato sky picture from Winoner earlier this week. Yay!









AND, a picture of my new neighbor/friend, one Seymour Batley.

well, it's a frigid cloudy thursday afternoon. a LARA DAY!

I haven't inhabited the local coffee chain just to be on my computer and such with a coffee in hand for a very long time. Yes, I'm at Caribou. Though I frequent said establishment very often, it has lately been in-and-out for me. Just a quick espresso at 6am because I have to get to work. Have I mentioned how glad I am not to be in Saint Paul until the weekend? I love my days off nowadays because I literally have NOTHING to do. I almost feel lost with out a game plan for the day, like I'm doing something wrong by not knowing what to do. Because of that fact, I have planned my day out for day off #2 tomorrow. I'm going to go to Burnsville to pay a bill and then go hang out in Uptown, go shopping, explore, and probably end up at Uncommon Grounds. It's good to have a plan.
TODAY:
I was thinking on my way to the 'Bou about how it is very much the center of the existential universe. For observers like me it is the intersection of all types of people. That's probably the biggest reason why I come here, or to any similar place, just to people-watch. And of course to indulge in caffeine, and of course to bring my plate to the table. Now that school has started again the 'Bou becomes slightly more polarized towards the younger population, but still it's interesting nevertheless. First I get pleasurable banter from the barista (-0? baristo? Is it one of those words?)....then I receive a small advertisement from the people sitting across from me at another table (photographers...they left in a hurry hopefully to fulfill my imaginative scenario where they sped to the convention to capture protestor shenanigans). I received dirty looks from the high schoolers....who were multiplying in number with their schoolbooks in hand and their monotonous hairstyles. I thought, I wish I could be as cool as you kids. I'm just a lowly twentysomething with a computer and a REAL coffee....Needless to say it's always entertaining at the Town Centre Caribou Coffee.
I think my favorite part lately about hanging out really anywhere is the fact that it's not work and I don't have to put up a social facade, though said facade has gotten thinner and thinner as years have passed. I don't have to act "worky"----defined as over-the top polite, helpful, organized, etc etc etc. It takes a lot of energy, no wonder I find myself falling asleep while reading Twilight. Jeebus.