Nathan and I puppy-sat for Becky and Joel this weekend while they were in Omaha visiting family. We had a great weekend with just us and Kodi, their fluffy white husky.
Friday night Mom, Lezlie, Nathan and I went to go see "The Wizard of Oz" at the Orpheum in Minneapolis. It wasn't a great show, but we had fun, and I got terrible blisters on the back of my heels from shoes I've worn a thousand times. It's a little strange, since they've never given me trouble before.
Saturday was an early morning, since mom and I had to be in Burnsville by 7:15 to coach volleyball. We picked up Starbucks on the way to keep us awake. Morgan and Kelly surprised us by coming to watch our team play, and Morgan stayed the whole day. It wasn't a great day for the team, but it was fun to see Morgan. I miss her lots these days.
Sunday night Nathan and I had a bonfire in the back yard. It was so fun just to snuggle up and talk for a couple of hours by the fire. After that we play Bananagrams and some card games. The best thing about this weekend is being able to play music or talk any time of the day without worrying about waking the neighbors.
We are going to head home in an hour or two here, because we have some things to do, but I don't really want to leave. We've both grown very attached to Kodi (I'm thinking of dog-napping him) and I like this house...particularly the fridge, which Becky stocked full of all sorts of delicious things for us.
Anyway, I'm going to go finish packing and fold some laundry. (we took advantage of the free washer and drier...we have to pay two dollars a load at our place) Love to you all!
Lissa Hoarn
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Seasons and Such
I'm sitting in bed, wrapped up nice and cozy in my snuggie (Don't mock me until you've cuddled in one), with the window open to let this spring-like breeze we are having in. I certainly hope this weather lasts...today, I actually wanted to go outside. Do you know how often that happens? It might as well be never.
In spite of the lovely warmth, I don't like spring for several reasons. Soon the snow will melt, and the trees will decide that they feel compelled to poop pollen everywhere. If you've ever met me, you know that pollen might as well be arsenic to my immune system.
I can't breathe for entire months at a time. My eyes look like I'm a meth addict. I eventually resort to making strange noises in an attempt to scratch my throat. It is very disturbing.
And then, as if that weren't bad enough (subjunctive mood, anyone?), spring decides to turn into summer. And summer is my absolute least favorite time of the year. Now, if I lived in California, in a nice beach house, I would love summer. But in the lovely state we call Minnesota, summer only means mosquitoes, humidity, and loads of people swimming in lakes and chlorine infested pools, both of which I'm allergic to.
If I had my way, we'd skip spring in Minnesota all together. A month of summer, nine months of fall. Why fall? Because fall is perfect. Colorful, brisk, but not freezing, and allergy free. Add it to a Manhattan sky line and we've achieved heaven on earth.
Add enough winter to cover Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year. Ba-boom! We've achieved a perfect climate.
Love to you all!
Lissa Hoarn
In spite of the lovely warmth, I don't like spring for several reasons. Soon the snow will melt, and the trees will decide that they feel compelled to poop pollen everywhere. If you've ever met me, you know that pollen might as well be arsenic to my immune system.
I can't breathe for entire months at a time. My eyes look like I'm a meth addict. I eventually resort to making strange noises in an attempt to scratch my throat. It is very disturbing.
And then, as if that weren't bad enough (subjunctive mood, anyone?), spring decides to turn into summer. And summer is my absolute least favorite time of the year. Now, if I lived in California, in a nice beach house, I would love summer. But in the lovely state we call Minnesota, summer only means mosquitoes, humidity, and loads of people swimming in lakes and chlorine infested pools, both of which I'm allergic to.
If I had my way, we'd skip spring in Minnesota all together. A month of summer, nine months of fall. Why fall? Because fall is perfect. Colorful, brisk, but not freezing, and allergy free. Add it to a Manhattan sky line and we've achieved heaven on earth.
Add enough winter to cover Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year. Ba-boom! We've achieved a perfect climate.
Love to you all!
Lissa Hoarn
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