Monthly Archives: April 2003

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Procrastination Central

Seattle, Washington

I’m trying to get my laundry done while making mix cd’s at the same time, but I keep Kazaaing things and waiting to see what my progress is. Needless to say, my laundry is sitting behind me wanting to be washed and wondering if I’m going to pull the ol’ “pack dirty laundry and hope to wash it on the road” trick.

But I can’t because I leave tomorrow for Trenton, New Jersey and I’m staying at my Uncle’s instead of a hotel. Some of you may say, “well then you’ll have a free way to do laundry so no worries,” but my pride won’t let me show up at my uncle’s with laundry to do. That would just perpetuate the family belief that I am forever the procrastinator and irresponsible Toft girl. …which may be true, but no need affirming it. At least the procrastinating part is true.

Meeting up with some BMGF pals for dinner at Snappy Dragon tonight. I hear it’s great, but I’ve never been. You know me, always excited about food. I’ll give a proper review when I return.

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Paranoia? Hypochondria?

Seattle, Washington

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Well, I felt great on my trip. Had an amazing time. But then I got on the plane, slept the whole way home, mouth wide open, breathing in all the wonderful germs, and now I’m sick. Sick as a dog. Cold, sore throat, naseua, etc. Scott tried to convince me it was SARS. 🙂 And I even looked to see if people from Toronto might have jumped on my Seattle flight from Chicago. Sure enough, they could have. Everyone with me on this one?

No, I’m just sick. Wanted to go into work, but we have a girl there who just finished up her chemotherapy and is extremely susceptible to germs, so I checked with the bossman and we decided I should stay away. First couple days are the most contagious anyway.

Well, I get little spurts of energy and then I crash. Here I go…..crash.

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Kickapoo

Soldier’s Grove, Wisconsin

I worked in Soldier’s Grove today with Nicole and Helena. There is a river there called the Kickapoo River and they say it is the oldest river in the world. Any takers on researching this? Here is the co-op in Gays Mills where we did an install next door and then ducked in for some organic snackin’.

supporting the local co-op

Then on the way home we drove through a very quaint one store town where we were inspired to pose for a picture:

Love....unincorporated...

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Amish Traffic Jam

Onalaska, Wisconsin

Wisconsin is a lot prettier than I expected it to be. I had already visited the eastern side of the state with Jeff, but I hadn’t noticed how many rolling hills and trees and beautiful farms made up the state. And the Amish. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten stuck behind a horse and buggy on long roads where you can’t pass. It’s really hard to make your minivan go 5mph. And folks, that is officially how fast a horse and buggy go. Trust me.

Speaking of the Amish. Can someone fill me in on what they believe? Because apparently they will ride in a car if someone else drives it and I saw a group of Amish kids playing with nerf baseball bats and such. I wish I had a camera and could have sneaked a picture, because seeing these kids in their drab clothing in front of their little farm swinging the flourescent orange bats and throwing the big bright yellow nerf balls was quite the sight.

slowly she creeps up behind the unsuspecting amish...

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Ramble Ramble

LaCrosse, WI

MY TURN!!! 🙂

Alright. I was telling Kris the other night (in the midst of playing with my dictation device…ew that sounds dirty) that I have a hard time blogging lately because I don’t feel I have anything interesting to say and that in general I am just an extremely boring person. But after some thought on this, I’ve decided, well it’s not like all of you are THAT much more interesting, yet you still find ways to keep me reading. So I shall try my hand at this again.

Although…I was eager to hear more about our Mr. Boorish Morton and his ingenius plan. Some who know me well have heard of my tactics where I use double or triple shot mochas as a chaser to many things. 🙂

Anywho… Kris! I forgot to bring your bag into work. I was going to leave it on my couch for you, but Scott kept putting it in my room. So your bag is in my bedroom. Use your key. Scott usually comes home from work around 5:30pm so go over anytime before then. Just in case he’s there you can try knocking first, but just let yourself in when he doesn’t answer. I’ll let him know you might be doing that. Max! Your scrapbook from work is sitting on my printer on my desk. You do not have a key so you’ll have to arrange with Scott. I’ll let him know. For all of you wondering why some people have keys and others don’t…well honestly, Scott and I went through this wave of passing our key out to anyone who had space on their key chain, all willy nilly and shit. But then we thought, “we’re not that important that all these people want our key.” So we stopped. No, really, I’m not sure about the rhyme and reason of the key extravaganza. Some people like Tonja and Kris are great with the key because it really does come in handy for situations exactly like this, but the entire time I dated Jeff I couldn’t get him to carry it on his keychain which led to many many many complicated times. As a matter of fact, I think the key is still sitting on top of their fridge, useless. If you’re ever over there Max, feel free to take it.

So now that I’ve told everyone in the world where a key to my house is 🙂 let’s move on.

Why has it taken me so long to get into Sleater-Kinney? I just heard the O2 song again and really dig them. There is no reason for me to have been so late in the game on them. Kris and Johnny have always been fans and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve driven by the exit sign for Sleater-Kinney Road which should have aroused my curiosity at least. So Kris, I would have you just burn me a copy, but I am a strong pusher for buying albums of artists I respect and want to support. Same reason I won’t just burn a copy of the new “Be Good Tanyas” album. I’m not completely loyal to this idea, but I’m trying.

I also just heard a song at the end of a Six Feet Under episode called “Come and Find Me” by Josh Ritter. Really liked it, but don’t know anything else about this guy. Anyone? Anyone?

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Fun with Dictation

Boorish Morton decided one sunny morning to go to the store and buy some whiskey for his wake-me-up spot o’ joe. Boorish Morton’s life, you see, was a never-ending cycle of stimulants and depressants, and finally, on this fateful morning, the ebbs and flows of this cycle merged into a single monolithic habit: alcoholized caffeine. What happened as a result of Boorish Morton’s liquid experimentation, (or, as we might say, dear readers, “abomination of nature”), is a story of staggering heights, dreadful lows, brushes with death, violence, fame, and fortune, and constitutes the most dramatic tale of our times.

Your turn, Katie.