Childhood Room (19/30)

Well, my room from the age of 10. And not all of it, just the loft.


This was the best angle I could get from the front of my room.



here's the entrance



Decidedly easier when I was ten.


View from through the looking glass.


It's now jam packed with American Girl Dolls, stuffed animals, kids books, Polly Pockets and Barbies. Mostly in boxes.



Then looking back down into my room.


My dad designed our house and he gave my brother and I loft spaces. Pretty sweet, really. Even though I took some bad rushed photos and didn't clean anything up.


Yeah, I had a large collection. Santa loved me, or something.


Molly was always my favorite though.

Me tonight (18/30)

No clue why/how I scheduled this flight for the middle of a Pens game.

No clue why I am just that unlucky that it SO HAPPENS to be the game Crosby make his comeback.

But here I am in the airport, listening to Lange on the radio on my phone, and actually beaming/shaking/crying in turns.

And while it'd be nice to see this, or at least hear more than the first period, I kinda like this. On the one hand, Crosby coming back is bigger than me. If I couldn't listen at all, I'm just too happy to really care. On the other hand, I'll be at his second game back on Wednesday and I'm good with that.

And finally, I know I'll remember this. Trying not to make a scene in the airport while having such an extremely ecstatic moment.

A lovely night and a memory (17/30)

I went out walking in my neighborhood last night about 10pm. I loved my quiet still neighborhood covered in a magical layer of snow.


I'm so in love with alleys. This is my own.

I had this flashback to the time I felt in love with Minnesota for the first time, though I didn't know it at the time.


The alley that continues from mine.

It was the first winter I spent in Minnesota. In January, my school offers one class for the month, usually something fun. I signed up for a class the took me into Minneapolis for two weeks.


House on the corner.

During most of the time, we stayed at a hostel-type place. But on the middle weekend, we were with host families.


Another angle. I love this house.

For some reason, their neighborhood blanketed in snow seemed so picturesque and cozy and has always stuck in my mind. Now it seems like the first time, not just that I *could* fall in love with Minnesota, which was a long time coming, but that I already had.


Summit Ave.

I also remember from that same winter, on campus, a day that was a cold but bright sunny blue sky day and I thought to myself "This is how campus looked the first time I saw it."


Antique shop across the street.

It took me a moment to remember that no, I actually saw it literally for the first time in the height of summer. But in my mind, my eternal mental picture of it is a beautiful clear winter's day.


The other window display.

Minnesota just looks better in the snow. I was thinking last week sometime that the houses are kinda ugly here. Lots of clapboard and strange colors and, eh, I just didn't like them.


So glad the red door showed up so well.

But tonight, with the snow on them, I fell in love with Minnesota for the thousandth time.


Keep people out or in??

Minnesota looks better in the snow.


Granted, this street is famous for pretty houses Wikipedia link but.

It's like it was made for it, or something.

First snow! (16/30)

Unfortunately, I had a game at 1:50, aka prime snowing time. Snow didn't bother me at all with my last car because it went awesome with its snow tires, but this car without snow tires was terrifying. I just went super slow and didn't have a close call so that's good I guess.

So I get to the rink, and there's a bunch of players from the other team standing around in the lobby because APPARENTLY our ice time was actually at 4:30 and our team manager messed up SO it's not even that I risked life and limb for a hockey game, but I risked it for NOTHING.

ARRRRRRRRRUGH. Didn't take any pictures but this one during the daylight because I was too busy before the journey and too annoyed after.


And here's Puck enjoying the snow day the right way:


I don't think she's even noticed it was snowing. Lucky feline.

Well, this happened. (15/30)

Dropped it smack on the pavement and don't have a good case.

Quickly suffered the five stages of grief. Which really tickled me later, when I realized.

First, denial. More like, shock and strange numb'like calmness.
Second, anger. Coinciding with calling customer service and being angry that Apple could easily make their products more durable, or provide a better warranty if they aren't going to do that, but chose not to and then charge exorbitant amounts when it inevitably breaks.
Third, bargaining. Basically trying to think of ways around my issues, and ways I could have prevented it ("If I could just go back in time and...")
Fourth, depression. Finally felt like it was sinking in, and I started to cry a little.
And, fifth and finally, acceptance. It happened. And now I have to fix it. And it'll get fixed when it gets fixed. Nothing I can do now.

One of my friends is dating this guy who's super tech savvy and can fix it for me, the only issue is I'm afraid the tools won't get here before it's time to fly home (on Monday already!!) even though I paid extra to try to get them in time. Meh. It'll be annoying as all get out to be in the airport with this thing, but nothing I can do, really.

I think I'm turning into my mother... (14/30)

My poor kitty had to go to the vet today. She really hates traveling, she meowed, meowed, meowed the whole way there and back again.

But once we got to our examining room, she was a really good girl. A little agitated but not bad. Settled in after the trauma of movement and was so good with the vet tech and the vet--who had a hard time believing she stayed at the shelter so long for how sweet she was. I have a hard time believing, too, but I'm so glad she did stay there so long because I'm so glad she's mine now.


Just chilling.

She didn't complain or whine at all while they did their things and was proclaimed very healthy. She refused to be tempted by the food when it was time for shots, but let me hold her still and didn't wriggle, didn't even complain when they went in. I feel silly, but I'm really proud of her!


Noble kitty.

Now that we're back home, she doesn't seem to upset with me. Ignoring me like usual. What can I say, she's a cat.

Here's a video of her traveling to the vet.

Click to see. So very noisy!!

It just made me LAUGH and LAUGH and LAUGH! My reaction made me think of my mom--am I turning into her, or is that normal???

You know you work in a sporting goods store when... (13/30)

All quick fixes are done with hockey pieces.

From apartment stuff

Two display shelves held together by a helmet clip.