And another thing!

FIRST OF ALL

I’m a hockey girl.

I’ve admitted over the years I don’t know shit about soccer or FIFA, not to to be confused with FIFO, although sometimes I think FIFO might actually apply depending on the country, no?

*FIFO is a widely used hospitality term meaning First In First Out. See, it’s not fun having to explain yourself to people. 

I watched a World Cup game once. Briefly. For three minutes. It was the game where everyone in attendance were humming giant cone-like kazoos, and unless an alien swarm of bees were being hailed to circus de soleil a massive honey sculpture, I couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

I love my friends who say they NEVER ever, ever ever, read my blogs, but the second I kinda sorta (not really!) misspeak in a blog they’re on my ass within minutes!

I misspoke in my last blog DAMN DECEPTICONS where I said I went to LA on my own. 

Technically...

In 1992 (or 1993) after a couple years in San Francisco, I was ready to pack it in and move back home to Minnesota. I detoured to Los Angeles to visit childhood friends who were graduating school, before returning to Minnesota. But once I got to LA, an immediate chain of events occurred allowing me to stay. My friends however returned home within a couple weeks after my arrival, and I was ON MY OWN in LA thereafter. 

So yes. I was on my own sans the first two weeks.

“I never read your blogs.”

2 minutes after I post a blog, “You said we went to Yosemite last year in the beginning of September, but it was AFTER Rosh Hashanah, and her shirt was tangerine, not yellow!”

Whatever fact checkers. You guys can’t even remember where you parked your 5,000 pound SUV after 30 minutes inside Target.