Well the boy and I just walked into our home, and holy Bojebus does it feel weird.
We just spent five days in St. Paul, as I am sure most of you know. We stayed at Greg’s grandparents house, and it all went amazingly well. Grandparents will always be grandparents, but they are amazingly generous people and we were glad to have a free place to stay as well.
I won’t lie, there were a couple moments where my husband and I were ready to pull up stake and come home, but there are always moments like that in any new adventure, and we survived. Now if we can just drudge through the next couple months, and not die we’ll be a success for sure.
I spent my time taking Greg to and from work in St. Paul rush hour/downtown traffic. I learned a lot about myself, and how cool I am. I maneuvered around the city with a map, and found a lot of places I would like to live. I didn’t drive into the ghetto once. (They don’t have ghetto’s in St. Paul….just Minneapolis. Derek is always right.) I did however get lost in true Jennypants fashion, but I found my way back and learned what the MN countryside looks like. (It’s amazing….I almost didn’t want to leave there.)
We even went to a church on Sunday we really liked, and while new things are always unsettling at first, I must admit I didn’t want to come back to Ames. I just started to get a routine, and was very comfortable flipping people off during rush hour/downtown traffic. I even found hotspots to check email, a mall that makes our malls look like a closet, got groceries, went to the bank, went to dinner at a friends house….if we would just stop thinking that we are away from most of our friends and family and just enjoy it we would do just fine. I have NO doubts we will.
PS - It’s weird to drop off your husband in front of a high rise building in a metropolitan area.
I also made it to the casino everyday and took them for a hundred dollars….that’s right I am THE COOLEST. I spent more time than usual there today because it’s my Spring Break damnit and I wanted to have some fun instead of being a responsible person for awhile….I did however witness some hilarious things about the gambling culture. I am a person who goes and spends $10-40….$60 if it’s my birthday or Greg feels sorry for me or something. For the record I spent $10 to get that hundred, and then today I lost $20. (Net profit: $90)
I generally lose my money, but because it’s not a lot of money it’s justifiable in my head. This casino has lots of different blackjack tables, so I sat with my free coke and my cancer sticks and watched the people. Casino’s have an abnormally weird ratio of the really poor and the really rich and the old people. You either fit into one of the three groups. From there you rate as professional gambler, gambling addict, or addictive personality gambler. If you aren’t the first two you are the last one. (Now for my friends who gamble and are going what the hell ms fancy pants….I was there at sometime between 1-3 in the afternoon. If you are at the casino at that time, you come often and social gamblers don’t count so don’t freak out.) These people are spastic….it’s like a psycho ward in Indian territory. This lady won a car today and quieted the entire casino (which is HUGE) with her squealing. She probably dropped her life savings and just won it back. You can spot those people too. They cry in front of their machines, and are the REALLY obnoxious ones. It’s a fight for their livelihood, and it’s the saddest thing you ever saw.
Anyway….they have systems, lucky charms, you name it. They hit their screens, scream when they are mad, and have no idea that luck has nothing to do with anything. I wanted to scream, it’s a mathematical equation that at some point just goes right to set off the jack pot.
The old people don’t do much but take ten machines at a time and stare at their machine. It’s a nursing home with neon lights I swear.
Then there is people like me who are the addictive personality gambler. You don’t go for anything other than to push the button as many times as you can….and listen to other people win, and get free pop and just hang out in a casino. Which I find very fun and amusing. Some people find casino’s morally offensive. I agree and admit I shouldn’t go there, waste my money, or be seduced by it. One day I will quit smoking, gambling, and being a bad person. I am working on it….Rome wasn’t built in a day. So don’t judge me damnit.
Anyhoo I must continue to check my email, and get ready to move the mom tomorrow.
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