Fargo Is Not In Minnesota!!!

I went to the fabric store the other day, and struck up a conversation with a nice older lady. She was with her husband who was quite old and appeared to be somewhat senile. The woman said they were going to be celebrating their fortieth wedding anniversary on Tuesday. I told them that’s wonderful, since not many couples can make it that long anymore. Somehow, the conversation turned to me, and I was asked if I had children. I told her I didn’t, and then I was asked if I was married. I told her I wasn’t since I’m too young to get married. The man then said, “Well, this pretty girl has to have a boyfriend.” I was put off by his comment, and then I told the couple that I did have a boyfriend, but I don’t think we’re going to get married anytime soon.

“He’s afraid of commitment.”

The woman then told me, “You know what you need to do? You need to talk non-stop about wanting to get married. That’s the only reason this guy right here [points to her husband] is married to me. I kept nagging him.”

Is anyone thinking what I’m thinking?

No wonder her husband is insane.

I’m looking for a job. I came across this:


Perhaps the number one thing that pisses me off about that image:

FARGO IS NOT IN MINNESOTA. (I know this since I can read a map and I was there.) Ever since Fargo came out, a few people think it’s in Minnesota. It’s not. Making the dropdown list contain “Fargo” and “MN” on the same line should be outlawed. Solution: MN – Moorhead MN – Fargo

Jameson Vistis

As stated in my previous posts, Jameson planned a visit for this past weekend. He arrived early Saturday morning. And when I say early, I mean more like late Friday night. I spent a few hours on the phone with him while he was driving because he checked in every now and then. I’ll let Jameson tell the story if he decides to. I’m not going to go into much detail, but his engine light went on. He made it here without any major problems, I guess one could say.

I took him to fast food on Saturday morning for breakfast. He then followed me to Midas so he could get his car checked out. We went for a drive in my car, went back to my house to watch How to Talk Minnesotan, and then went out for lunch. I drove him to pick up his car, and then he followed me home. I got bored, so we went for a drive to Red Wing, Minnesota; with a detour through Prescott, Wisconsin. After the drive, Jameson stopped off at my house to see what my parents were up to. Jameson and I were hungry, so we drove outside of Hennepin County to find a place to eat. The reason for leaving the county was to find a restaurant that allows smoking since Jameson likes to smoke. Even though it bothers me, I might as well get used to it, even if I know I’m going to kill myself by inhaling his second-hand smoke. *cough* That’s how I ended up with strep throat last Memorial Day weekend. When it came time to go to bed, we discussed what the plans for the next day were going to be.

…then I felt like an idiot because Jameson made me throw up…

Feeling queezy, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go on a long-distance drive, but when I woke up, I was feeling fine. Jameson and I left in my parent’s van on Sunday to go on a road trip. We went to the tri-state marker; drove through South Dakota; and cut to Nebraska, just to say we’ve been there; and then made the loop back home. One thing is for sure, with all the Nebraska jokes going around, they should be pointed at South Dakota. Jameson and I agree that Nebraska is much less boring when compared to South Dakota. There was a joke going around between the two of us. The speed limit through South Dakota is high since it’s so boring; the truckers probably weren’t being paid enough to stay in the state long enough.

The trip got us back in the metro area around 9:30, but we didn’t arrive to our final destination, the pizza place, until a few minutes before 10:00. I was a bit irritated. I waited a few minutes for a table, the hostess saw me, but returned in five minutes telling me the kitchen was closed. Jameson and I went to Denny’s, where um, I decided I have no reason to go back there. Ever.

Jameson left on Monday just before noon, and I had some work to do. My English pre-writing, thesis, and outline was due at 6:00, so I worked on finishing it. The English teacher didn’t like my idea for a paper, so she gave me my topic: Love. I have to write a two to three page paper on what I think Love is. Huh? I think the topic of cigarettes, the idea Jameson gave me, would have been easier than the topic I was given. My outline, etc. was handed in on-time, so my mom invited me to go to dinner with her friend. We went to Benihana. It’s one of those restaurants where you’re seated with other people to form a group of no more than eight. We got seated with two parents and their two children. The only “good” think about sitting with them is seeing the cooks doing some nifty tricks. Above all, the best part about going there is using the shrimp sauce they have prepared. It’s a blend of mayo, catsup, and other stuff. Unhealthy, but delicious.


GPS point
I have no clue what that is, but I found it interesting.bridge
I’m probably standing in South Dakota taking this picture into Minnesota. Probably.corners
This could be considered me in South Dakota looking into Minnesota (across the dirt road) and Iowa (across the paved road). The street signs read different depending which side you’re on.

“Hey, look at me! I have to walk to Minnesota to get my mail!”

Sunset at a rest area.

There’s another chapter to Jameson car, but I’ll let him write about that. If he’s not too lazy, he should put up an entry soon.

I Made It

I made it to Detroit. Jameson picked me up at the airport sometime after one o’clock on Christmas morning. I got a little irritated since I was told the luggage would be picked up at one carousel, which was on the opposite side of where we wanted to be, but then it changed to a different one, which was near the doors where I came out. I guess someone thought we needed exercise. :hehe:

I spent Sunday with Jameson’s family. We went to his house to open presents and then went to his Grandma’s house. We then went back to Jameson’s house and had a steak and shrimp dinner. In all actuality, I had the shrimp and rice only since I don’t like steak.

I was really sick of Jameson’s family by the time I got back to the hotel. His brother is really, really annoying. I told Jameson that if I were to see him again, I’d probably break his neck. He liked the idea, until I reminded him that if I were to do that, I’d probably spend a few years in jail.

Monday Jameson had to work, but got off early. We went to Great Lakes Crossing, where I completed one of the “required” tasks to “pay off” my airplane ticket. This past July, my mom and I went to the Love From Michigan store, where we picked up some salsa for my dad. When he found out I was going, he wanted me to bring back more, since that is the only salsa he likes. After going to the mall last night, Jameson and I went for a drive to Ohio. Since visiting, Jameson was reminded that it has been a while since he has done one of his “State Series” blog entries. We came up with a few things to talk about.

Michigan has some “stupid” signs on their roads. Some of them include “no turn on red except on green arrow” and no left/right turn signs at the end of a merge, specifically when you enter a freeway. :-O Michigan lefts are weird; Minnesota doesn’t have them and we don’t have traffic problems that Jameson says the special turns avoid.

After Ohio, we went to dinner at Chili’s and then went to the grocery store where I picked up some Vegetable Lasagna. 😀 Jameson says he’s never seen someone so excited about getting it. I guess he doesn’t know how much of a treat it is for me to have that.

Jameson is working all day today, so I’m going to sit in the hotel room all day. I woke up a little over an hour ago, so after I watch Passions and the movies he left me, time should go by really quickly. 🙂

I leave tomorrow night. I know I’m leaving, but this parting between Jameson and I doesn’t appear to be as bad as the previous partings. :'( I’m sure it’ll hit me right before I have to leave, but for now, I’m keeping my thoughts positive.