The Roseville Caribou on Lexington is becoming some sort of strange nexus for me. A week ago I saw one of the barista’s at church. Last Saturday, at the swing dance at the Anoka airport, I ran into another. She happens to be living with one of the couples that we went dancing with. I think there is a cosmic message in this for me — I should be tipping better.

30-Minute Snog Beats the Sneeze.

I like kissing, I really do, but kissing someone in the middle of their hayfever attack, even for the love of science and histamine-blocking — I’m not sure about that.

The co-worker formerly known as “the co-worker who would prefer to be called my favorite co-worker” is out on maternity leave. Consequently, I have an opening and I’m interviewing for a temporary replacement worker. Obviously you must already work at my office.

Requirements include the ability to give out fashion advice, make me a special dessert on my birthday and the ability to listen to my inane bitching — good sense of humor is a must.

BTW, this is not an actual job, with a pay check and benefits, it’s a virtual-job. You won’t be paid for this and you’ll still have to get your actual job done. (If you read this blog, you’re probably qualified already.)

Today I had one of these weird small world experiences. I was walking out of church — walking towards me was a barista from the Caribou located all too conveniently on my way to work. For a minute I wondered if I was having some sort of caffeine withdrawal delusion — nope, it was really her. She thought I looked familiar, but didn’t know why until I asked her if she could make me a large-skim-wet-cappucino. Obviously the pusher means more to the addict than vice versa.

Next thing you know someone from church will show up at my coffee shop.

Could everyone please stay in the correct boxes please?

See, I’m not so strange, ordering a box of scissors, at google someone ordered an eighth of a ton of silly putty.
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It appears that Kirsten Dunst is parking her prius in a handicapped spot. She may have to be removed from the top ten list for this offense.

So how bad is your crime when you are posthumously executed?

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The weather was too nice and the leaves too inviting not to take a roll in a leaf pile.

I spent my formative years in Milwaukee so I drank from bubblers. When I wasn’t drinking from a bubbler I often got a nice cold “soda” out of the refridgerator. No I didn’t get a “pop” I got a “soda”.

Check out this map showing regional difference in the usage of “soda”, “pop” and “coke”. Generic Names for Soft Drinks

The best part of this survey is that they list all the “other” names people claimed to use for soda. Check out the list for Minnesota. I feel a little bad for poor folks whose personal lives were dragged into this scientific survey.

I moved to Minnesota to date and eventually marry a woman. I like to occasionally point out all the sacrifices I made for her when I moved this state. Now I have one more item to add to the list, I had to change from “soda” to “pop”.

I haven’t been playing much scrabble this year. A few years ago Jennie turned me on to this web site where you can play scrabble on-line. She has schooled me more than once, injuring my ego and improving my vocabulary in one fell swoop. It’s very cool because you can play at your own pace. When your opponent makes a play you are notified in email, then you have seven days to make your play. It usually goes pretty fast but it is possible to play a game against someone far away or someone who doesn’t have scads of time to sit and play games.

Anyone reading this ready to play a game? Come on, are you chicken?