Criminal Masterminds

Widowed by Deer Hunters, We Take Our Revenge...

I had the most amazing weekend I've had here in college land. So, my mom came down for the weekend, and we went shopping. Why you ask? The men folk in our family are hunting this weekend. We had official license to spend exactly the same amount they spent on hunting on what ever we wanted. So, my mom drove down, and we stayed at my aunt's house. On Saturday morning, we went for breakfast, then hit up a chocolate show. That's right, an entire convention center filled with samples of various chocolates. We were in heavan. WAIT!! Not quite yet. We were standing outside the pearly gates, because our day wasn't over yet. We then went to a yarn shop, where three knitters can so quite a bit of damage. My mom and I managed to escape with only about $40 worth of yarn. My aunt Stacy was not so fortunate. She had $200 worth when we left. She'll be knitting for a while. At this point, we were starting to get kind of hungry. Maybe we should find a salad? Or not. We went to Caribou, and had christmas lattes and cookies for lunch. Over the course of lunch, we find out that my mom is a little short on winter clothes. What do you know, there's a TJ Max on our way home! We bought my mom a whole new outfit, and I found a bag to house my various knitting projects. We finally decided to call it a day, and went back to Stacy's, where we ordered chinese food and watched movies for the rest of the night. (Maybe this is the point where I say neither Stacy or I are actually hunting widows. I'm not married, nor do I have a boyfriend. Stacy's husband was at home this whole time. OH WELL!!) Sunday, we woke up, went for lunch at this place that serves really good sandwiches, then went grocery shopping for me. My mom then dropped me off at home, and went back to Brainerd, which was the low point of the weekend. I do have other news to report from earlier in the week. I officially had the funniest call ever on Thursday. I call this guy, who graduated in '73 by the way, on the west coast. It's about 7 there when I call. He answers says, "Oh, this is Hamline? I'm kind of in the middle of dinner." "Okay," I say, "Would it be okay if I called you back later tonight?" "No! I might get lucky tonight!" Rianna, shocked at what she just heard, pauses for a moment, to which the man replies, "You said you were a freshman? You'll understand what I mean when you're a sophomore." Click. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I was just shocked that I was hearing this from a man that is at least 55. Upon further reflection, I realized he was probably just excited, as it was probably the first, and last, time in many years. In conclusion, I apologize to all who may have tried to get ahold of me this weekend, I was in heavan, and I'm pretty sure that's a long distance call.

P.S.: James, this is for you.

posted by Rianna @ 2:04 PM