Out in the garden today. Pulling off the mulch and cleaning out the beds. Everything seems to be ahead of schedule this year, it’s been a much warmer spring so far. There are already lots of spring bulbs coming up, hyacinths, iris, tulips, bloodroot, and several things I can’t identify. Every year I say that I’m going to do a diagram of the garden and record the locations of what is in there. I almost did it last fall, but I never finished and lost the paper I was working on. And even when they come up and bloom, I can’t always figure out exactly what they are.

Lucia went to South Bend this weekend for a dance at Patrick’s dorm. She was all concerned about spending the money but we told her to go for it. You only get to go to college once, so you might as well take advantage. She deserves it, she works hard, is getting good grades and doing a great job of budgeting her money. She just called she’s on her way back to ISU. I guess she has someone to pick her up in Des Moines.

Quinn has grown up so much. She seems really happy and adventuresome and has lots of friends. She went through that period where I was afraid she was very unhappy, but I think she’s gained a lot of confidence in the last year. She’s really blossomed into a beautiful young woman too. They’re both beautiful but in very different ways. And they’re smart as well.

Did you see that Janel was the first pick in the WNBA draft. Hooray!

Today I was on a two hour conference call about stock photography. The guy doing most of the talking pronounced the word “picture” as if he were discribing the person who puts the ball into play in a baseball game, or perhaps something you would pour milk from. I think that, for me, is the most irritating affront to the English language there is. It’s like nails on a chalk board. And I think he said it at least a couple of hundred times in the two hours.

AAAARRRGGHHHHH!

OK, I promise, this is my last basketball post until Lindsay Whalen starts tearing up the WNBA, but I forgot to mention one of the most interesting things about the Women’s tournament. Kim Mulkey-Robinson’s wardrobe. Kim M-R is the coach of the national champion Baylor Bears. She’s kind of a pit chihuahua, Meg Ryan on crystal meth. In the finals she wore a bright baby blue suit. She had to know that she’d be seen from a high camera angle all night long. She likes to crouch down in a squat while coaching (when she’s not running up and down the sidelines screaming at everyone that moves). The blouse of the suit had one of those loose collars. I haven’t ever seen that much cleavage on TV outside of Baywatch. Thanks, Kim, you’ve made me appreciate the woman’s game even more.

Another thing I notice about KMR was that she had her three kids with her while being interviewed after the semi-final victory over LSU. I think she was trying to make a definitive statement. “I am NOT a lesbian.”

Will the coughing ever stop. I feel fine but snot boy just won’t be evicted from my left lung. Beck has it now, and she must feel really bad, because she even admitted that she’s sick. Norwegians.

Did you read about the guy who escaped from prison in ’94 with the warden’s wife and has been living in the East Texas woods with her until they found them this week. I can’t wait to find out what the rest of the story is.

We raised over $2000 dollars for the woman who’s house burned down. We may be dysfunctional, but we are family.

I finally met the mystery nieghbor last night. Penny. She’s a horticulturist and consults on plant patents. I feel a strong case of garden envy coming.

This morning on the way into work, just as I was approaching my exit off the freeway, some guy came up on my tail like he was in a big hurry and was going to ride my ass around the exit ramp. I decided that it would be a good time to put the new wheels to a test. I dropped it into manual mode, downshifted, set an aggressive line and put the whip to my 220 ponies. I blew his doors off, I was 200 yards ahead of him coming off the ramp. Damn I love that car.

Note: This entry was started on Wednesday, the day when I was the sickest and I ran out of steam and just haven’t felt like writing since. I’m much better now, although I sound like a walking tuberculosis ward.

Have you seen the commercial about the little snot blob that takes up residence in some guys lung? The guy takes some medication and snot boy gets blown out like a cow in a tornado. The bad part is that snot boy must have seen a vacancy sign in my bronchia. It started about a week ago with intermittant head and body aches and then a mild congestion in my chest. By Friday I was saying to myself that I had a mild chest cold and it had probably peaked and I would soon be feeling fine.

Not so, Poncho. By Monday I felt like death warmed over. Snot boy was raising a family down there and I had one of those it hurts my eyeballs to read kind of headaches. With my insect like span of concentration, the distraction of coughing, sneezing, fatigue and achiness makes me pretty much useless. I took Tuesday off. Today I’m not much better and it’s invaded my sinus cavities as well, so I took today off as well. I think that today I will hit the club and do the old steam room-sauna-shower and repeat routine and see if it loosens things up enough to hack out a lunger. That’s all I really need. I wish I could remember what that snot boy eviction elixer is called, but I can’t. So much for name recognition.

Rebecca and I have been talking about getting rid of her 2000 CRV and my ’92 Accord Wagon and going down to one car. Our intention was to not pay much more than what we could sell the other two for, so we were going to look for a used vehicle. We did some research and decided we liked Passats, Accords, and Mazda 6s.

First we stopped at the VW place to look at Passats. We were greeted by Vad. “Brad?” “Vad.” with a ‘V'” He had a mild Eastern European accent, was wearing a sweat suit and when we asked him where the prices were on the cars, he pointed to his head. Although he quoted a price on one car and one of his associates was walking by and breezily contradicted him. For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking of him as “Vlad the Impaler.” After all everyone knows that used car salesmen are bloodsuckers. We took the road test, he let us take it out on our own, and liked the car, roomy, comfortable and even with the four cylinder it had plenty of pep. We thanked Vad and headed for the Mazda dealership.

Mike was our next guy. Remember Medevoy from NYPD Blue. It was him, I swear. Looked and acted. He had some used 6s, the loaners from the lot. We took one for a test drive, of course I loved the car, but then he showed us some new 2004 Mazda 6 wagons that were going for less than the used ones. We agreed that these were by far the most car for the money that we’d seen. But this was just supposed to be a preliminary expidition and we still wanted to check out the Honda dealer.

The guy at the Honda dealer was one of those types that give polyester a bad name. I mean I’m an old white man, but this guy was an Old White Man. He didn’t listen, made assumptions that we were low ball customers, and made continuous condescending remarks about women. We love Hondas, have owned them all our lives, but we couldn’t get out of there soon enough.

OK to make a long story not too much longer, we talked it over, I did my due dilligence, discovered that the price on the Mazda’s was about $8500 below sticker price, convinced myself that Medevoy wasn’t gong to dicker, decided the difference between the trade-in and a private party sale wasn’t worth the hassle, dragged my sick sorry ass body out and bought the car.

WooooHoooo! A new car! And a sporty one at that!

That’s pretty much it, but no spoiler lip on the back, we have a roof rack and a moon roof. It’s an automatic which is a departure for me, but it has a five speed shifter that functions much like a manual.

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She grew up in Spooner, in Norheastern Wisconsin and was working in the advertising department of the local newspaper when we hired her. I hired her. I did the interviewing and made the recommendation that she was the one. She was a cheerleader in college and the Girl Scout equivalent of an Eagle Scout. She’s also a motorhead, a major car enthusiast. My first clue that she was the choice, was that when she took the computer graphic competency test, she admitted to me that she hadn’t used Illustrator much, only FreeHand (MacroMedia’s version of Adobe’s great drawing program) but she finished the test in plenty of time without ever looking even slightly flustered. She said all the right things in the interview and had a proven track record in a similar, high volume production environment. It wasn’t until she was on the job that I realized she also had a great mind for process and a head for detail,something not all artists possess, including me. The day she walked on the floor out of training, she was producing 133% of the minimum. In short a great employee.

Yesterday morning she called me, in tears. “I won’t be able to make it into work today, our house is on fire.” She said it started in the garage and the fire department almost had it out and she didn’t know how much damage there was. She didn’t say that she’d been taken to an ambulance because the smoke and excitement and sobbing had set off a major asthma attack. Or that her contacts were still in the house and she’s pretty much blind without them. She left me the number of the cel phone a neighbor had given them to use. She called back later and left a message that she and Dan were unhurt but the house was “gone.”

They were getting ready for work in the morning when they heard noises in the garage. They thought someone might be breaking in. Dan went to check, as he worked his way to that side of the house he saw smoke. He yelled for her to call 911 and grabbed a fire extinguisher. Then he made a mistake. It’s obvious when you hear it, but who knows what any of us would do in a situation like that. I’m not sure I would stop to ponder thermodynamics. He opened the garage door. The air rushed in and the smoldering fire exploded. The house started to fill with smoke, he ran to the front door and pounded, yelling for her to get out. She couldn’t get out that way, she was cut off by the smoke. She opened the window and began screaming for help. He ran around the house and caught her as she jumped from a story and a half. I’m sure that her cheerleading experience contributed to a gracefull defenestration.

The house burned to the foundation. The two collector Mustangs melted in the garage. Their work cars, parked in the driveway, caught fire and burned. They were left with nothing but the clothes they were wearing. Thank god they got out. When I called later in the day to ask if there was any way I could help, she had calmed down and seemed amazingly positive. It sounded like they’d already gotten things under control and had a plan to get by in the near future. Such level headedness and resiliency from such a young woman. Them Cheeseheads are tough.

Big Ten Rules!

Sweet 16!

Caught most of the MSU USC game, what a thriller! Virginia had some great players.

Well, to answer thenarrator questions, in the two classes I followed, 4A (big school) and 1A (little school) the winners were Bloomington Kennedy, lead by the magnificent Jenna Smith a junior who hasn’t yet commited to a college and Elgin-Millville lead by Katie Ohm who broke the state career scoring record this year and is going to be a Gopher next year. She may be from Elgin-Millville but she’s been invaded by the spirit of Elgin Baylor. At six feet she’s their first option in the low post and if they don’t get her the ball there, she goes out to the wing and scores facing the basket. She took a leaping, leaning jump shot off the dribble from behind the arc and almost hit it, it was down and rimmed out softly. Someone said that Jenna was the best player in the state, but they must not have been watching the same tourney I was.

The boys tournament is this week and features tiny Braham, which has one of the best High School boys teams in the nation. They’ve beaten Compton HS from LA this year as well as several of the perrenial big school powers in the state. Their big star is going to be a Gopher as well…there are three future D1 players on that team. My wife’s hometown of Luverne is also there this year. They were famous in the sixties for being a small school that one the single class tournament. They had red shoe laces.

I don’t have a clue who’ll win the NCAA women’s tourney, there’s so much parity (I almost typed ‘Parody’) among the top 3 seeds. I just hope it’s someone from the Big10. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Michigan State go all the way.

Tomorrow I’m going to take some time during the day to watch the Gopher men. They’re playing Iowa State, my daughter’s school so I’m hoping to watch with her and stir some good old family rivalry.

Over and out!

busy busy busy

L is home from college, so my desk has been rearranged, along with the rest of the house. She’s the one with OCD. It’s nice to see my daughters have matured to the point where they actually get along with each other.

State Tournament Impressions

Thursday night the whole fam was downtown. Q went to an all ages show at First Avenue, Beck went to The Dakota to see Pat Donahue play with an accordianist and I went to Target Center to watch the Class A finals and then buzz over to Lee’s Liquor Lounge to catch The Dieselfitters, fronted by one of the guys who reports to me.

The parking ramps for the Target Center are designed for easy access from 394. I came in on Glenwood and got hopelessly confused and ended up parking about as far away as possible.

When I was in high school there was only one class and the games were played at Williams. The arena would be packed. Now there are four classes and Target Center wasn’t even a third full. But there still was a buzz.

Janet Karvonnen and Leah B. Olson were commentators for TV, not doing the game but interviews and half time analysis. I have to say that they represent a pretty much unbeatable combination of basketball talent and beauty. Janet is a former holder of the state scoring record and a high school legend. She had a jump shot before girls really had jump shots and was maybe the best shooter ever to hit the hardwood in this state. Leah B. played for the Gophers before they got big and I don’t remember anything about her career, but she does a lot of broadcast work in town and she’s just eye popping.

I came to get a look at Ashley Ellis-Milan, the Metro Player of the Year who’s a future Gopher. She will fit right in to powerful Minnesota front court. Although she looked a little slow of foot to play at that level. I also saw 6’3″ junior Jenna Smith, who plays for Bloomington Kennedy and is uncommitted. Stanford, Tennessee, UConn…get away, this girl needs to be a Gopher. She’s the real deal. Tremendous skills and extremely atheletic.

Hopkins was playing in the late game. My nieghbor is a former D3 point guard and coaches tennis at Hopkins. She’s a Minnesota archtype. Short, Blonde to Strawberry hair, round face, button nose and freckles, in a word Scandanavian. I looked for her in the crowd but there must have been fifty women that looked just like her. They even all wear their hair the same.

The Hopkins point guard (who has the look) was pulled from the game at one point. As she came off the floor, the camera was right in tight on her face and the image was displayed on the huge screen on the scoreboard. She high fived the coach and gave him an eye roll and as she headed for the bench it wasn’t difficult to read her lips. “Fuck that shit.” Apparently she didn’t want to come out.

Ellis-Milan had gotten into foul trouble early and they couldn’t play with Hopkins without her, although she brought them back in the second half without picking up her fourth foul. But the game was over with about three minutes left.

Now Lee’s is about three blocks north of the Target Center, on the opposite side of downtown and they have a big parking lot. But I was alone and that three blocks is an urban wasteland. All industrial or warehouse. No people. I opted for the safety of the ramp. I used to pride myself on my lack of “city fear” but I guess there’s that discression and valor thing to fall back on.

Pulling out of the ramp I managed to find an exit that fed only to 394, the freeway that heads west out of downtown. You can’t get off until Penn Avenue, maybe two miles out. I cursed, exited Penn and found that the logical way to go didn’t work. Then I made a mistake about which way to go to correct my first mistake and ended up on Wirth Parkway and then Cedar Lake Parkway. Still thinking I could correct myself I continued around the lake until I saw the skyline, where I wanted to be. I realized I’d have to go almost to Lake Street to get back. Lake is 30th South, I wanted to get to single digits North. So I did a Uie and picked my way back to Glenwood and back to the bar. I turned a three block drive into about ten miles.

The Dieselfitters were great as always. I felt sorry for them though. It’s a pretty big bar and the crowd consisted of my buddy’s wife another woman (another band member’s wife?) About six people from the previous band, a couple of fans and maybe four people at the bar. By the time I left the crowd was down to single digits. The boys played their hearts out. My pal is a great rockabilly guitar player, I mean he really smokes. Too bad for all you chumps watching Pat Donahue.

At noon is the 1A championship and Katie Ohm who now holds the state scoring record is playing in that one. She’s a future Gopher. I’m going down I think.