So it's been quite a while with no update and I'm sad to say I have only gotten one stalker request. Come one people, my life is interesting....right...? I now officially work for the St. Paul Saints and while I love baseball, eighty odd some hours every week is starting to wear really thin. I am less than amused

On the plus side, went to a mortgage consultant with Eric and found out that we can indeed afford a house or townhome. Hopefully by July 1st he and I will be moving into a cute little home or townhome that will then be ours, and we will call it Squishy and it shall be ours, and it shall be our Squishy. Sorry, I just watched finding Nemo. For some of you old fashioned people out there, you may say, "What's this? Living together before marriage?? How disgraceful!" First off, please people I know a majority of you and your all whores! No I'm just kidding, but really I'm not. But I am so it's okay. Second, we ARE engaged!!

Mushy story ensues (stop reading now if you are prone to naseau or excessive gagging at the mouth)...

So, Eric and I went to TGI Fridays on a Sunday before he went to work that night since he is a bartender. We sit down and start talking about our future and I try to make a point at which instance he takes my hands and starts being really mushy about how much he loves me and blah blah blah. We all know how much I can stand the mush talk and that dammit, I was trying to make a point and he wasn't getting it so I start going yeah I know come on come on what are you getting at? He tells me that he can see our future together lalalalala and I say something to the effect of" God you ramble, and your missing my point. Well, I was apparently missing his point because he just stopped talking and said fine, we'll do this another day. Needless to say I caught on at this point and understood that he was proposing and now that I caught on he didn't want to do it because he wanted it to be a surprise... plus now he's hiding behind the fact that he's old fashioned and wants to ask my dad before he asks me.

About a week goes by and I CANNOT get this out of my head and Eric won't ask me until it is because of this stupid surprise thing again. So, of course for those of you smart people out there, you see my dilemma. THE day that I stop asking we're driving back to his house to watch a movie and he drives right by it. We end up at a moonlit lake and start taking a walk down by the lakeside where his parents got engaged. (brief pause for a collective "AHH"). All of a sudden he stops and gets down on one knee (I told you he was old fashioned) and asks me to marry him. I, of course, don't say anything. Honest to god like two minutes goes by and it's complete silence so I was like, "Can, can I say something now because the last time I screwed this up so I just wanna be clear..." He nods his head, and I said yes.

I'm a big big girl in a big big world....

Family Update: Dad continues to be good. Mom continues to be nuts and a little sick. A few days ago my dad picks up a curtain rod and my mom asks, "What's that?" So, my dad tells her, "It's a curtain rod." And what would you think would be my mothers response to that? Really, come on, what do you think it would be? Well my mom asks my dad, "What's it used for?"

Work update: Keep your fingers crossed that all goes well, but I think I may have a job with the Saints for after graduation!!! They asked if I would be interested in staying on as the receptionist through the summer with more duties that would equip me with a better working knowledge and understanding of minor league operations and then when the fall hit I would be offered a position with the ball club with whatever job opened up beit account exec, ticketing manager etc. I said "Fuck Yeah!" in my head and "i would be delighted" (I'm so poilite at work I could puke). I'm so excited! The other day I had the privelage of dressing up as the mascot and making small children cry. Apparently a giant pink pig that doesn't talk is a scary thing. They were right, I scared myself. Friday was spent running around and measuring people's forheads to see who had the largest. For the record, I win for the females with a forehead size of 2 and 1/4 inches. The males were disqualified due to receeding hairlines.

School Update: let's just say I keep forgetting I have classes that aren't my job and I will be happy to graduate this spring...keg at my place.

Eric Update: He has informed me that he loves me. Like I didn't know that already I mean come on, I'm loveable dammit!  We are coming up on three months and I do have to say it's gone fast just because we've had so much fun together.

Dan: I've been meaning to ask you, have you lost weight? You look good?

Karen: I just put on a large ping costume, do we have to discuss this right now?!?

Family Update: Dad's still good. Mom's still nuts.

Work Update: Today we talked about porn and my job was to go through the search engines of google and see what types of websites popped up for various names that the owner wanted to name his new team...it must be nice to have so much money you can go out and buy an entire baseball team...note to all of those out there wanting to name your teams either the Black Snakes, Earthquakes or Richter...they are all also pornography sites in abundance.

School Update: I was just reading Allison's website and it kind of makes me sad to realize that I didn't have a winter break. By the end of finals I was packing and still working. I finished my jobs on the third of January and moved down to the cities to begin a 9-6 Mon thru Friday job on the fifth. Now don't get me wrong I love my job thus far, but I have to admit it is a little weird to read people's sites and realize that I'm just not part of the college experience anymore....oh....tear....

Eric Update: He's good. He made me a CD of songs that he thinks about when he thinks about me and I think it goes without saying, he's crazy about me, but hey, I'm fucking amazing what did you expect?? I am also the proud new owner of a house key and not just any house key...HIS house key. See! I'm not doomed to spend eternity with an asshole...okay in all honesty I didn't really find this one, we kind of stumbled onto each other doing what we both do best. I was drinking and he was the bartender. Not ready to tell him I love him yet even though that for the most part goes without saying so for any of you two people out there who may have seen the movie 100 Girls, the main guy character dresses as a woman to go undercover to find a girl he's infatuated with. While in drag he meets his best friend who tries to hit on him so he mouth's the words, "I Love You" to him and this guy gets all riled and his friend's like, "Well i love you too baby, come back to my apartment and I'll show you just how much." The guy just looks at him and was like, "Excuse me? I was saying Olive Juice....Olive Juice." So now I can be heard telling Eric Olive Juice. Poor guy has never seen the movie or heard the explanation because I told him if he found the movie-no title from me to help- he would know what it meant. Best of Luck to him.

Favorite Work Quote:

At the sales meeting with Tom: I don't care about good customer relations or fucking community relations. Get the fucking money.

Suppose I should update for all those out there who still find me amusing enough to read my webblog and haven't given up due to my lack of effort on entry writing.

Here goes...all moved home with mom and dad. Dad's okay...mom, well mom drives me a little nuts. She sits on my bed while I'm talking on the phone and when I hang up asks me all sorts of questions that she encountered while eavesdropping on my conversation and gets angry when I don't want to answer her because answering her would simply prompt more questions into an already unimportant conversation to someone who was never in it in the first place and much unnecessary explaining of who each title character is. For those of you who think I 'm joking, you have never met my mother because all those who have are most likely laughing and nodding their heads in agreement at this point.

Started my new job and while it started off to a slow start of me answering phones from 9am to 6pm Monday thru Friday I actually pitched my first idea and not only did they not laugh at me, but they are going to use it in two Saints games next year. The idea (drumroll please) Human Bingo. This game works much like human fly in which a person is dressed in a velcro suit and takes a flying leap by use of a trampoline onto a velco board and stick there. For the purposes of my game the board is designed like a bingo board and patrons of the Saints games are all given Bingo cards as they enter the door. Seems simple enough  I know, but I didn't see any of you coming up with that idea now did I?!?! Everyone at work seems really cool as soon as I walk in in the morning I am greeted with fresh bagels and the ever endearing sounds of Dan yelling at Jack from the upstairs work room that he's a huge jackass with the sounds of some poor guy (normally Wiese) yelling in pain as he gets hit in the balls with a baseball due to an appropriately named game "Hit him in the nuts". For some reason the guys decided this would be a fun way to keep people on their toes. Each male is equipped with a baseball that they throw at each other's crotches. If the ball is caught before it makes contact then the thrower must eat at least ten packets of ketchup. Keep in mind this is what was going on the first day that I walked in...oddly enough I felt right at home and I have no one else to thank but my father for that one.

Speaking of parents who suck-i.e. mine- my parents are in Vegas for the next few days with my brother. Not only is it bad enough that I couldn't go, oh no, but my dad calls me from the suite they got in Treasure Island with a few of the strip and tells exactly what all he can see from the comfort of his room....I wished him a happy future mugging and went on my merry way.

One last update and I'll be done for this considerably long entry. The new boy who is not so new anymore shall be given a name, Eric, and he is still around. Friends like him, parents like him, cat and dog like him and I like him too. Think I've definitley got a keeper here.

Favorite Intern Quote after eating at Panda Buffet:

Me- Hey Teske, I just ate chicken balls at the Panda Buffet with Jill. I figured combining two of my favorite things would be a good thing and I was wrong.

Teske (pause): Oh yea, what were they made out of?

Me- .....chicken you dumbass

Teske walks away for about five minutes and calls me from the upstairs phone

Teske: wait....did you just tell me that you liked balls??....

Well some good news and some bad news all rolled into one neat little package...

Good News: I received a very unexpected phone call on Thursday and was offered the internship position with the Saint Paul Saints Minor League Baseball team. Say hello to the new Special Events Intern for the Saint Paul Saints. Apparently my services were not needed elsewhere and I am a pretty big deal...people know me.  And the bad news is that I got the Saint Paul Saints internship and I will now be moving home to the cities. No more St. Cloud. No more college days. I will now be officially working an eight to five job Monday thru Friday and struggling to make ends meet. I'm so excited because now I feel like a grown up. Now I have about a week to pack up my apartment (anyone need a subleaser??), everything I have acquired from my twenty two years of existence, change the bills over, tie up some loose ends and be in the cities, because ladies and gentlemen, the real world begins the fifth of January. I'm so nervous I think I just peed a little. So my going away party is January 1 at Rumrunners for any willing participants of the legal drinking age that want to come wish me well. Those of you wishing I would fall on my face are welcome to, but expect that you suck. Naw I'm just kidding. 

Update for the rest of my meager existence on this revolving planet I call home: Jonathan is gone. He decided he wanted to suck and so we parted ways. However, I met a new boy. Yes, yes I know I waste no time. However, in my defense, my friends found this one and I was refusing to even look at him because I was at the bar to drink, not play cat and mouse with the bartender. Didn't have to play though, he came to me, with a drink (he's a winner already) and we've been together ever since. I'm pampered and I love it. Not only is he handsome, but he opens doors and takes care of me in every way shape and form...oh and here's the kicker, mom and dad (yes even dad) like him. Weird, I know. Moral of the story though appears to be let your friends pick out the guys you date. They apparently have better taste than you, or at least I, do.

Funny friend quote: Chrissy talking to Eric over the phone: "What are you wearing..?"