It is that awkward time of year again in Minnesota that everyone commonly refers to as fall. I hate it. It's hot, it's cold, it's rainy, it's sunny and that more than likely is all in the same day. I can't stand it! Pick a temp and go with it already!!
So I sweat it out, waiting for the temps to drop, and I sweat, and I sweat and I sweat some more...after trying with every ounce of my being to ignore the perspiration building up on my forward and making a nice home underneath my armpits...I GIVE UP! I turn the air on. I bath in all of its cool cool glory. So you think my problem has been solved do you? WRONG...just as the stains underneath my oh so sweaty pits are finally beginning to recede, the temp DROPS. IT DROPS! For goddsakes give me a damn break.
And typically this is the time that someone would walk into the office and ask, "why is the air on, its freezing outside,"...
Yeah buddy, tell me about it.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Too much drama in the STMA...its so hard being Double D-Monaaay
Aggressive is the word of the day ladies and gentlemen!!
The Vikings lost, I woke up late, I spilled coffee all over my desk, I hate what I am wearing, and I feel like a troll. And that typically isn't the way you want to start off a Friday.
I have a perma-frown on today...meaning my brow is permanently furrowed. The wrinkle that is forming between my eyebrows from years of furrowing will become forever embedded on my face. I also feel like I am snarling at people when I look at them, like everything I say is through gritted teeth and a curled lip. After today, botox will be required to erase the damage that today shall bring.
Sometimes, every once in awhile, its good to just be down right nasty, to have a little edge on every word that comes out of your mouth. To give a look that would make the ice queen shiver, to spit fire with every breath.
My mother would say this would the "Hunt" side of my brain taking over. She would tell me to stand up, spin around three times, and shake it out of me. Not today. It won't work, I have already tried it. I am 100% Hunt today, not an inch of Kappes will be able to creep its way out.
So, if I run into you today...I gave you a fair warning :)
Later Days,
DMD
The Vikings lost, I woke up late, I spilled coffee all over my desk, I hate what I am wearing, and I feel like a troll. And that typically isn't the way you want to start off a Friday.
I have a perma-frown on today...meaning my brow is permanently furrowed. The wrinkle that is forming between my eyebrows from years of furrowing will become forever embedded on my face. I also feel like I am snarling at people when I look at them, like everything I say is through gritted teeth and a curled lip. After today, botox will be required to erase the damage that today shall bring.
Sometimes, every once in awhile, its good to just be down right nasty, to have a little edge on every word that comes out of your mouth. To give a look that would make the ice queen shiver, to spit fire with every breath.
My mother would say this would the "Hunt" side of my brain taking over. She would tell me to stand up, spin around three times, and shake it out of me. Not today. It won't work, I have already tried it. I am 100% Hunt today, not an inch of Kappes will be able to creep its way out.
So, if I run into you today...I gave you a fair warning :)
Later Days,
DMD
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