If you don't know who he is, he looks like Ryan Quinn (the golfer), he's single and he works at the La Crosse Tribune. He is the dreamiest guy ever! If you want to email him, Click Here
As we backed out and headed toward the runway, the pilot told us about the World Trade Center being hit by a hijacked plane.
Of course, I thought it was a sick joke.
Uh, no.
I called my mom and she filled me in.
They eventually let us off the plane and when I went to the counter to reschedule my flight for tomorrow, she urged me to wait it out. However, I wasn't waiting. I wanted to go home.
I finally made it back home, 6 hours later. Needless to say I wont be flying into Washington/Reagan airport in Washington D.C. today... or tomorrow.
Oh, and the building I would have been staying in is directly across the Potomoc River and the Pentagon...freaky.
Since I've been home, I haven't unpacked my suitcase.
On Tuesday, I'm flying out to Arlington, Va. to pretend like I never graduated from journalism school so people can try to teach me things I already know (but they don't know that).
The cruise was good. Tyler and I are stars, but under aliases. "Pepe and Lupe" were the stars of the cruise. Pepe and Lupe were on a search for tacos and burritos, but came up empty. The first thing we did when we got back to Visalia was go eat Mexican food at Colimas. Kinda funny, no?
I'm a bit burnt still and my face is peeling. I sat up on the deck and read my book and got a bit burnt since I didn't think I'd burn. My back is burnt because when I went snorkeling, I didn't use sunscreen. I know I'm supposed to use it, but there's nothing I can do now...
Oh, and did I tell y'all that I'm moving to Salem, Oregon? Well, now ya know...
It's really 12:22 am...I didn't mess up on the time.
The fam and I are going on a cruise to Mexico for a week. Isn't that exciting??? Ok, so I think it's exciting.
Hmm, I'm moving to Salem in mid-September. That's somewhat exciting, depending on who you are and if you really care.
I'm returning to Chico sometime around then too. LANEY I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN even though I have your phone number now. I can't wait to see Dr. Bleske's gotee. Perhaps he's trying to be trendy. I need a picture of it.
Tyler and I are dancing to the grooves of Cake, the best thing to come out of Sacramento since the Chandra News Network (All Chandra - All the time). In case you aren't aware of Chandra, it's OK. Anyhow, back to the original topic ... go buy the new Cake CD! Support Northern California bands that don't play pop rock! I'll give it to Cake for stickin to their stuff.
I spent the last two days in Chico and had a pleasant time. Kinda missed not being in school, but then again, I wasn't really all that enthused about going back. I missed being all hectic and getting phone calls all the time about gossip and about parties, but at the same time, I like that my phone isn't ringing all the time anymore.
I think I will hit the sack now. It's 12:34 am. That must mean something...
YAY! I'm done. I did the front page of La Crosse today and it looks OK, although I am happy with it. I got cheese, gas and beer on the front page so it's cool.
Anyhow, this weekend, Chi and I are going to the season opener of the UW Badgers (They're playing Virginia). Then Sunday, I dont know what I'm doing...bah. But I go home Monday at 10 am. yayayay!!!
Click here to have fun with Germans! I love the Usher music and the song "Die Happy" is also a winner. OOooh, the Ruben Gomez song is a nice little Latin tune. It has me dancing in my seat. I had a link so y'all could have fun with British folks, but it seems the media does that daily. Big thanks go to Robert for sending me a big laugh to begin my working day.
It seems like yesterday when I had just completed my first week at the Tribune, but now I am in my final stretch. I'm ready to go home and watch all the Food Network shows I've missed in the last three months.
My last weekend will be spent going to a UW Badger football game on Saturday, Sunday I will finish packing and on Monday, well, I go homeeeeee. yay!
I hate when people annoy me.
Just thought I'd share.
If you visited this site earlier, this message was confusing 'cause I accidently messed up the code. It happens when people are angry and they're typing fast. Such is life.
Here is my gift to you 'cause I'm a slacker. Enjoy these fine AP photos.
Yay for George W. Bush! Since America loves him, here are some nifty photos of him!!!
I just spent 9 hours of my life finishing the Neighbors section of the Winona paper. Talk about a giant waste of time, space, trees, ink, etc. I guess if I was actually from there, I'd enjoy it.
Anyways, I'm outta here before midnight. I'm happy.
Oh the magical moments in the newsroom.
I'm gonna miss this joint.
I'm also going to miss the Burger King across the street, where people deal drugs out of the drive-in window.
I'll write more later. I gotta motor.
That's what last week is to me - a total blur.
It was the final leg in the "Jason Miller Farewell Tour," a sports copy editor at the Tribune, who left today in order to return to Fargo to finish school. Every night, from midnight until bartime at 2am (2:30 am on Fridays and Saturdays) we went out and got a bit trashed, ate some breakfast and went home, only to sleep until 2pm and crawl to work two hours later to repeat the fun again. However, I got off the tour lastnight and I drank my weight...and then some... in water.
Let's see...Saturday morning, Jason and I decided to go to a Brewers game around 4am, slept until 10 am or so, showered, and took off toward Milwaukee around 3ish. The Brewers played the S.D. Padres we were the only Padre fans in the area. The Padres kicked some whompin bootie, winning the game 5-1 (I think...). The highlight of the game was the Sausage Race...I highly recommend watching it.
Yeah, so the weekend was fun. Yesterday I played darts until my right arm fell off. Darts aren't big in California, but every darn bar here has a dartboard. I am now the dartmeister of La Crosse. Beware.
I was reading someone else's online journal. I think I whine farless than the other. In fact, sometimes I'm actually funny. I enjoy reading this and wondering what the heck I was thinking.
Dave just threw something at my head. It seems to be some sort of berry. He will get it back later...when he is trying to concentrate on proofing a page...
Hey Robert, I keep forgetting to say THANK YOU for the postcard!!!. It's taped to my fridge in my apartment. I love how when people come in my house, they go straight toward the fridge, wondering where the postcard is from. It just proves once again, Americans love postcards.
Well, it's 9pm...I've got stuff to finish before midnight. Be good. If you've emailed me, I will get back to you. I promise. Gotta motor.
Oh, and if you see lots of errors on this page, give yourself a pat on the back. Smooch.
I'm around...just busy. Really busy.
Work is fun. I have a new partner in destruction. Her name is Lauren. We are copy editing demons. We design pages, make funny headlines and every so often we actually fix stories. She is obsessed with showing off her navel portion to Dave, Tracy and anyone else who'll take a peak. I, however, am not a big fan of it.
I have tons of pictures of the week, but I am unable to format them and fix them. Sorry :(
Hey mom, buy me a Passat. (Please)
Laters
For Independence day, I will be traveling to the fine city of Madison, Wi. to visit my good friend Chi. From there, we will be traveling to the fince city of Milwaukee where we'll be going to Summerfest, a series of concerts similar, I think, to the Bumpershoot concerts in Seattle. I don't remember who's playing, but whoever is, we'll have fun. ReeL BiG FiSH is playing on the 3rd at 10pm. I hope we make it up there that day to see them.
In other news, today is the first day I've been up before noon. It feels weird. Someone asked me where a good place for lunch is and I had to say I didn't know because I haven't eaten lunch here. Yeah OK, I'm a slug.
Slugism isn't all that bad though. I mean, if I'm not up before noon, I don't have to eat two meals, but I guess I make up for them in some fashion.
On Wednesday, Chi and I went to "Noah's Ark," America's largest waterpark, and I got sooooooooosososososooooooo sunburnt eventhough I wore sunscreen. I guess this just goes to prove the ongoing theory that I have to burn once a summer and then after that, I will never burn again. I gotta get rid of all that darn white winter skin in order to blend in with my people.
Another week done and another weekend of me sitting on my balcony with nothing to do but tan and read books. Tonight was a lot of fun for some reason; everyone was extremely giddy and silly...guess it must be a Friday thang.
I wonder if anyone from the Tribune reads this...snoops.
I get the Fourth of July off (I guess Tracy assumes I have somewhere to go), so I'm going to travel on toward Madison and visit Chi and Lynda for the holiday.
In case y'all are wondering, mullets are B I G in Germany. They even have a song about them. Americans just have Billy Ray Cyrus.
Laaaannneeeeyyyy - SKANK. I am missing Normal St. right now. I miss being able to walk into a bar and knowing people. I miss walking into U-bar and knowing everyone. (or well, a good number of 'em). La Crosse has wayyy too many bars for its population. But I guess it's a good thing.
Oh, I called Sierra Nevada Brewery earlier this week. I wanted to get Summerfest and Wheat delivered out here in La Crosse. However, if I want to get my way, I have to travel to Milwaukee to get it IF they carry it (I have to call.) Sucks...
Anyone want to mail me some Summerfest? Is that even legal?
Friday night, I went out with the sports writers to the trashiest bar on this side of Wisconsin. It was too much. Watching men and women my parents age trying to dance to Madonna and pretending like they're on MTV was too much. I couldn't drink my beer and watch at the same time because it was hard to fight the beer making its way out of my nose.
Saturday and Sunday I sat outside on my terrace and watched the La Crosse airshow. More happened, but you'll have to hear it through the grapevine.
Dave, the guy next to me, is funny. Just thought I'd give him props 'cause he's a good guy.
I've been in La Crosse for an entire week.
It's nice. I like it. (Yay she likes it)
My only complaint is that there isn't one Macintosh computer in the buildling. I miss my apple key. :(
Right now, there is a nerf football whizzzing by my head. There's like five people in here (four sports guy and me) and it's too darn funny.
I give La Crosse 4 stars (out of 5). Visalia would get .5 stars and Chico would get 3. Yeah folks, it's that nifty out here on the Wisconsin/Minnesota border.
Usually in June, I'd be wearing shorts and a tank top.
But in La Crosse, Wi, they have thunderstorm warnings and golfball sized hail.
Oh, and the roof is leaking about 10 feet behind me. Yippeeee. What a nice building I'm in.
In other news, MOM STOP CALLING ME AT WORK.
Have a nice evening.
Today was the second day of sunshine in the state of Wisconsin. Underneath these lovely lights at the Tribune, I look really really really tan and dark. I almost look a little red too.
Chi is coming to visit this weekend. Yay!
I get the weekend off. Yay!
I'm sure something noteworthy happened today, I just can't remember what.
Robert: I'll write you back when I get time to...I love your emails, they're just wayyyyy too funny
Also, if y'all don't want to use my hotmail address, you can switch back to the msn one. Either way, I'll check it.
Smooch. I'm out.
The La Crosse Tribune after 5pm is a sausage farm. I'm the only chick down here with a bunch of guys who, I might add, are quite young, good looking, and single. Could I ask for more? Nope.
What's so funny is that they have beer in the newsroom and they drink and eat food among other things. It's great. It's like being in college, but being able to drink while you work (Chico State is a dry campus, but not a dry town.)
My boss person made me cookies. He's cute. He gets drunk after three beers. He's bugging me cuz he wants me to work now. I guess I should go.
I'll be back on August 27. I'm sure I'll update this thing sooner than that, however.
Until then, you can reach me here or I guess you can still use my school address. It'll be workin until they decide to cut me off.
Wondering where I am? Guess you're going to have to ask, unless you already know.
Here, enjoy a small movie of my dad eating a hot dog.
I don't watch much TV.
My favorite is channel is the Food Network. My favorite show is Iron Chef.
Probably around 1993 is when I discovered the Food Network while in Cayucos, Ca. I sat in the livingroom of the beach house watching episodes of Emeril Lagasse while my family was tanning at the beach. I will never forget watching him make a Memorial Day picnic basket with my brother and he was talking about what was in a salad and he picked up a container of olives, pointed, paused, paused, paused and finally said, "And here we have some olives," as if he couldn't remember the word "olive" or maybe they appeared out of nowhere...I love watching that episode - probably one of the better ones.
However, I am mad.
In IC3 (Iron Chef 3) Bobby Flay (aka smug American) went up against Japanese Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto (aka GOD). Bobby Flay lost in the first match and could do nothing but complain afterward about how it was fixed and blahblahblahwhinewhinewhinewhinewaaaaaaahwaaaaaaahwahhhhh.
A year has passed and the man is the same.
Howevever, he won. He fried the heck outta the food and won. I hope he dies of heart disease.
Masaharu Morimoto made tempura sushi. Tyler and I made tempura sushi two weeks ago because we thought it was funny and wanted to see what it would taste like. Perhaps Tyler and I are future Iron Chefs.
Anyways...
What's with all of these tourist commercials? Last week I saw commercials for South Dakota, North Carolina and Idaho on Comedy Central while I was watching an AbFab movie and during Iron Chef there was a commercial for Texas. I also recall seeing a commercial for Arizona
Now, there's nothing wrong with going to any of those states, don't get me wrong. I'm sure they're great places to live. However, who really wants to visit South Dakota because they have nifty colored dirt? OOOH my favorite part of the Texas commercial was where people were like, "We even learned the language...'Buenos Dias, y'all!'"
Um...no
Shoutout to Paul, who is a big fan of Jack McDavid. heh
Down with Bobby Flay. That man makes Americans look like arrogant trash.
I hate when people start talking to you and then they totally just stop talking to you and then you ask them what they're doing and they're like "talking to someone else." I hate that. HATE IT. Why message me in the first place if you're just going to vanish midconversation? There were a dozen times where I wanted to go do something else, but no - out of respect of the person I stuck it out. I guess I respect the wrong people. What made it even worse was that the person started out by saying something about how he wanted to say bye in case I didnt see him this weekend. Grrr. I HATE THATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. I guess you think I'm nutty for expecting more. Perhaps I am nutty. But it's just...disappointing. Yes, disappointing.
At the request of a friend, here is a picture of me in glasses. I took it while leaning back in this chair and I took it upside down and it's a really up close picture. Really, stand like 100 feet away from the monitor. That thing under my chin is a diamond solitare, not a wart. My glasses are cooler than yours. I started the "little glasses" trend in junior high and people caught on. However, I didn't bring back the nerd glasses thing, although mine are really great.
On a disgusting note, on The Jerry Springer Show right now, there is a "fatty stripper" on and she's laying in the middle of a giant tortilla while guys pour refried beans, lettuce, tomatoes, salsa and other burrito condiments on her and roll her up into a burrito. It was truly disgusting. Now she's telling Jerry how she loves to be a "big hot burrito." I'm puking right now.
I waved goodbye to Chico yesterday around 4pm as I left with most of my stuff. I think I left my flip flops in the livingroom under a chair near the kitchen tho :(
Anyhow, I leave on Tuesday and I seem to have lots of stuff to do. I have decided I'm not going to do any of it.
