I'm the goodest sheep rider in the whole world. Except Jesus.

This entry was forced out of me by the brother Jake, so I shall commence with a little anecdote about him. I was hanging with the SPJ gals (and David) last night and we were talking about Lou's Lasik eye surgery. Jenna informed me that Jake had said he wanted to get the surgery on one eye at a time and wear a monocle in between. I thought this was hilarious and snorted through my nostrils quite forcefully. Jenna said she was amazed at my family's obsession and rabid enjoyment of monocles and I thought back into my memory to see if I could find its root. I think it came from a Lamb Chop's Playalong episode we watched where there was a foppish dog puppet resplendent in a top hat, tuxedo and our favorite eye piece. Jake and I giggled about how awesome it would be to wear two monocles instead of glasses. The End. I hope you're happy, Jake.

Let's see... what to tell, what to tell. My PA class toured the Star Trib on Wednesday and it made me that much more determined to end up on their payroll one day. Thing is, the youngest staff reporter I saw was 33. So it's going to be a while.

Later that day I had a top-secret interview with a top-secret government official who was asking me top-secret questions about a top-secret friend who is applying for a top-secret government position. It was beyond cool. Especially when he showed me his badge. My heart went all a-twitter. Top-secretly, of course.

Then Thursday I went to the City Council's Zoning and Planning Committee meeting to get a story idea for my last article. I got there early and the only other guy there started chatting me up. Turns out he went to the J School too and we became best friends. He told me he owned Annie's and the Kitty Kat Klub along with several bars and restaurants downtown. I was instructed to email him for coupons. Sweet. Then he introduced me to The Most Powerful Woman in Minneapolis and insisted we lunched together at the Monte Carlo downtown, on him. He kept calling me a lovely girl and I got creeped out so I kind of snuck away from him.

After the INTERMINABLE meeting I went to Marshall Field's to get some businesswoman shoes because I felt like everyone was judging my flip flops. I got some hot ones for $20. They might be ugly but I enjoy them.

As it was Thursday it was Farmer's Market day on Nicollet Ave. It was quite the experience to see all of Mipple's power people out on their lunch breaks buying fruits and veggies. I was intimidated. I ran into Sarah B. and we guessed whether the men we saw were buying flowers for their wives or for their secret secretary lovers. It's more amusing to assume the latter. But dude, I LOVE Minneapolis. To the (Omni)max.

I'm waiting for Link to come back with ice cream for me. It better be delicious.



PS: In case you're wondering what the title's about, it's this quote I found in Newsweek. The full text reads: "I'm the goodest sheep rider in the whole world. Except Jesus." Six-year-old aspiring rodeo star Koby Blunt, on taking top honors in his successful sheep-riding career. Blunt reached the retirement age in the sport and now may move on to riding calves, steers and bulls.