tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66779563613413947242024-03-14T00:00:41.144-05:00A Lady Reveals NothingHere's a girl who doesn't know when to shut up.A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.comBlogger2051125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-42108326776933383812023-07-11T16:58:00.002-05:002023-07-11T17:00:49.857-05:00Buena Suerte<p style="text-align: justify;">I was recently visiting Ecuador, and decided one day to go for a giant walk around the city of Quito. It looked like it might rain, but maybe not, so I rolled up my raincoat as tiny as it could get and stuffed it into my <a href="http://www.aladyrevealsnothing.com/2014/08/fanny.html" target="_blank">fanny pack</a>, which you may recall I single-handedly made cool again back in 2014. And now they're all the rage. But I digress. Stuffing my raincoat in there meant I could no longer fit my wallet, so I grabbed about $160 in cash and my AMEX card and set out. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I knew that I ought to keep my wits about me while I meandered the city and for the most part I didn't encounter that many people. I found a park and found an adorable group of old men playing giant marbles. I mean there was probably a better name for it but from what I could tell they were throwing giant balls into a circle and trying to knock the other balls out. Suddenly they all left! but they were just walking to the next spot to throw the balls from. It was cute. I wanted to sit next to this guy for a while but I didn't know if the tree would break and that would have made me die of embarrassment so I didn't do it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdaaid-tJsc4g0hshw33eVSr7OguPTphEG7cRuSq2V58hrXvpd3R8B4_CEtdywgF6F_gmQClj6kTFpMVrYwzuY8VOI1OdskicYUc2rDgtGMW2v2L_hAkgD59oMqr8-CDk6mgde5Mph4DkRz9JP7Zy74Aj1kaNk0LNsDjbW49YVZsYymRQNt5jvS9wNIwd/s2016/tree.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdaaid-tJsc4g0hshw33eVSr7OguPTphEG7cRuSq2V58hrXvpd3R8B4_CEtdywgF6F_gmQClj6kTFpMVrYwzuY8VOI1OdskicYUc2rDgtGMW2v2L_hAkgD59oMqr8-CDk6mgde5Mph4DkRz9JP7Zy74Aj1kaNk0LNsDjbW49YVZsYymRQNt5jvS9wNIwd/w400-h300/tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>After that I started walking toward the basilica and I felt relieved because 1) I had been there the day before and 2) I was excited to try the best sandwich shop in Quito according to my friend and 2b) I was starving.<p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I felt something hit the top of my head, kind of like a tickle, and I looked up and saw nothing. A woman behind me said, in broken English, "oh, a bird pooped on you". I was like UGH CRAP, but the woman had some tissues and she was sort of helping me wipe some of it out of my hair. Another older man came up too and offered his tissues. Apparently some of the poop got on my sweater too, which made me sad because it's my cute favorite sweater and it's cream colored and I spent way too much money on it. I was trying to stay positive and so I said in Spanish "well they say it's good luck when a bird poops on you". And the old man laughed. He said "yep! it's good luck!"</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Then a kid (who I had seen earlier and who looked very local but was carrying a paper map which I thought was really weird) came up and started helping me too. He explained that the poop was all over the back of my sweater and helped me take it off so he could show it to me. Except I was wearing my fanny pack like Micah taught me to, cross body and on my back - so he had to take my purse off and hand it to me so that he could then help me with the sweater. The purse had poop on it too YUCK and so then the lady started wiping that. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">The kid showed me my sweater and it was COVERED in poop - I had to take a picture because I couldn't believe how ruined my sweater was and although I was so sad I also found it funny and I wanted to get a picture of it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOan4rSvw2cdiju7i8srspV5-pZ9Cwz3mA1cbtZRJz28AuMiJJMy2x3BeDMYlM9QYbBx3sTLgz0-Bz8uC3sYxomK_8n4eza6TMZYMTZ2KTelq6R1kGnIK8deJUbhlF2YuZYJc79BOtYryTRaBeHJapJKI5Tom4CruRlgTJLwl9k_YoFw2UtYCCsJZ-0v8O/s2016/sweater.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOan4rSvw2cdiju7i8srspV5-pZ9Cwz3mA1cbtZRJz28AuMiJJMy2x3BeDMYlM9QYbBx3sTLgz0-Bz8uC3sYxomK_8n4eza6TMZYMTZ2KTelq6R1kGnIK8deJUbhlF2YuZYJc79BOtYryTRaBeHJapJKI5Tom4CruRlgTJLwl9k_YoFw2UtYCCsJZ-0v8O/w400-h300/sweater.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>They cleaned me up as best as their tiny tissues would allow and then all went their separate ways. It was only then that I had a little cry because I was SO HUNGRY and now I would have to get a cab back to my apartment AND find some laundry soap because there was none AND there was poop on the back of my pants too and I didn't want to get a cab all dirty. So I took my hands and sort of wiped down the back of my pants and when they felt dry I hailed a cab.<p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Safely in the back of the taxi, I got a text message from AMEX. Did I try to buy $2500 worth of furniture from a store in Ecuador? Uhhhh, no --- and probably somebody had stolen my card number at some point on this trip or whatever...how irritating, so I called AMEX back to tell them I had not. The customer service representative asked me for the code on the back of my card and so I went in my fanny pack to grab that and realized my card was gone. And my cash. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I figured that stupid kid with the map must have nabbed my card and cash while he was taking my fanny pack off. Oh that made me sad, especially since I now had no way to pay the cab. I was still on the phone with the customer service agent and started crying AGAIN because nobody likes being robbed.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I explained to the cab driver that I would was robbed and would have to go up to my apartment to get my cash card and then hit the ATM in the base of my building. Then I explained the whole story about getting pooped on by a bird and then robbed to the doorman, and to the man in the elevator and oh boy was I laugh-crying the whole time. Then I walked to the store to get laundry soap and got back to my apartment and used dishsoap in the sink to spot clean the sweater. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">As I was examining the pants, and the sweater and finally had some distance and perspective I realized what kind of a pterodactyl must have pooped that amount of poop on me and then disappeared into thin air...because I never actually saw a bird and then googled "bird poop robbery Quito" and this came up.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_KDr_KNM4ngBxBTnPqrBQ9qwIpDOvDnneTwLzzIPyMLsjGqfqivRuYhmdJ6tBc2aCX4n1mYZl95qHMqGxSC4HGYgMn_Bu754WlFKwg0Ky3kSpe9PLotdbXLHRVodk6uW_LM9IKbLqEuYrDZNai9DgZ4wwgmgq18bjja4EZ6enZEUHE_OMEIBV03bKeP8/s1690/google.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1690" data-original-width="1125" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_KDr_KNM4ngBxBTnPqrBQ9qwIpDOvDnneTwLzzIPyMLsjGqfqivRuYhmdJ6tBc2aCX4n1mYZl95qHMqGxSC4HGYgMn_Bu754WlFKwg0Ky3kSpe9PLotdbXLHRVodk6uW_LM9IKbLqEuYrDZNai9DgZ4wwgmgq18bjja4EZ6enZEUHE_OMEIBV03bKeP8/w426-h640/google.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">They got me. Good luck, my ass.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15838662886173336062noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-85789472483671133752023-05-19T21:28:00.006-05:002023-05-19T21:30:13.904-05:00en Espanol<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>You know how when you call any customer service line in the world and they say if you wanna hear it in Spanish you better press option two? But they say it in Spanish say they go "oh, prima dos?"<p></p><p>At least that is what I was certain they were saying "OH you know whatever you want, press two"</p><p><br /></p><p>I am so dumb. <u>OPRIMA</u> is the verb for "press" --- I learned this from a Colombian elevator and Google translate.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOaVxoG-Gq0oXZu0a0bdgyIXxWGR_PpHDM0F9DHkBfJVLaQo3jHWS989xB1YUvjQ8ayxCZzv2ViCtuVWCY9iNp_1i6UoVzTyc4qAPlIpsm5GG9biyA6DZHsn9Oum0kdi6e_3PIhTVbJwzQEcdipz5gKYCQaXRY49_j1OM_MbuD6nvFKCtGOnmAJBoXQ/s2016/Oprima.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOaVxoG-Gq0oXZu0a0bdgyIXxWGR_PpHDM0F9DHkBfJVLaQo3jHWS989xB1YUvjQ8ayxCZzv2ViCtuVWCY9iNp_1i6UoVzTyc4qAPlIpsm5GG9biyA6DZHsn9Oum0kdi6e_3PIhTVbJwzQEcdipz5gKYCQaXRY49_j1OM_MbuD6nvFKCtGOnmAJBoXQ/s320/Oprima.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-12987731452801620172023-05-18T13:56:00.003-05:002023-05-18T14:47:23.075-05:00New Year's Resolutions and other things that go Cream Ca...PUT<p style="text-align: justify;">You know, I used to really really enjoy writing in this format and even achieved the goal of writing EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. one year. Unbelievably that was last a thing in my life in about 2016. We were so young then!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">These days I share my musings on Instagram stories, which disappear after 24 hours which is such a blessing and also such a curse: a blessing because of my short attention span and a curse because I do love reading and re-reading myself because as you all know I'm definitely my biggest fan. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">ANYWAY I just spent 3 months in South America and just like every time I leave the United States and subsequently return to the United States I resolve to be a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON. I'm going to start writing letters, hugging children, rescuing kittens (but not allowing them in my house or anything - I just mean finding them under a dumpster and kindly bringing them to someone else who will have them in THEIR house), losing weight, being nicer to everyone, finally submitting that foster parent application to Hennepin County, etc. Consequently, I think it's time to dust off this old thing and start typing into the netherworld again my innermost thoughts and outermost embarrassing farts, etc.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">You can make fun of me in two days when we all realize I go the way of 2019-2022 when I only wrote once about a freaking CREAM CAN.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZTdmcpFcIB9-ue5dTigmD_of-MOO-xVc3AYykt1KAfJ_o41G9lLX12VYLS2qu6Z2S3qmz7udSBNC_LpN5iRBNTr2fGJnWEawsKu1tNWLUFXDWFIWKY594BUWwOv6SgClykfjOpaucN8ujCki2GK5IxRj1O1wOUKBf2kir0-TCNmH2U1VbBlzj08pGg/s2016/cream%20can.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZTdmcpFcIB9-ue5dTigmD_of-MOO-xVc3AYykt1KAfJ_o41G9lLX12VYLS2qu6Z2S3qmz7udSBNC_LpN5iRBNTr2fGJnWEawsKu1tNWLUFXDWFIWKY594BUWwOv6SgClykfjOpaucN8ujCki2GK5IxRj1O1wOUKBf2kir0-TCNmH2U1VbBlzj08pGg/s320/cream%20can.jpg" width="320" /></a></p>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-12374694541124884282022-07-04T17:26:00.003-05:002022-07-04T17:28:51.376-05:00The Cream Can<p style="text-align: justify;">My dad and I ran down to the annual Roosevelt Flea Market to see what kind of junk we could find. Flea market shopping with my dad always reminds me of the time my mom said he came home with a lawn chair for $2 that had a $1 sticker on it. HA</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Anyway we made our rounds and all the same vendors were there - people selling vintage stuff, stuff they made, etc. I found a very cool LADIES sign that would have fit perfectly into the cutout above my bathroom on the main floor but was listed for $275 so no thank you. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">We ran into lots of neighbors including Butch and Sandi Fish, and at one point somebody told my dad he better go check out the cream cans the old feller outside the barn had for sale. We had already been by there and nothing grabbed our attention but we went back to see what all the fuss was about. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">AND WOULDJA LOOKEE HERE:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi7kDZE-bBMgcUemD5njzBJSA9ECzjbRKuSlPMNYUsqtIKwJbUqcUhjIQlSoDMGcyrQri0dKGUm8W2k-88ySKw4Rll9g_ezcA4Aw-BLXPIHOdKj3j144knH31GJ3PXZFd9DViyZblIWfupXLP_c7ANnh3enY0qweCeiBmdjtIuxicNPZ8NFNwK7pVoA/s2016/cream%20can2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi7kDZE-bBMgcUemD5njzBJSA9ECzjbRKuSlPMNYUsqtIKwJbUqcUhjIQlSoDMGcyrQri0dKGUm8W2k-88ySKw4Rll9g_ezcA4Aw-BLXPIHOdKj3j144knH31GJ3PXZFd9DViyZblIWfupXLP_c7ANnh3enY0qweCeiBmdjtIuxicNPZ8NFNwK7pVoA/w400-h300/cream%20can2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This one used to belong to my Great Grandpa Peter Hexum, Roosevent Minn. The old feller said he wanted $100 but we got it for $60. And THEN we told him it's a family heirloom and we woulda paid $1000. Just kidding but kind of. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So cool and so exciting and so happy it's back where it belongs on my dad's porch.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vOuEYtKG_R_FGdFcSgVDcYxmFpcl_YN262OtiDqp8zAb00ULeB--chUM1lCp_A25cmkviXRmjHUm3K8ZEv_yUsUMCZXb-9kf0NUiQnu3hzW6CoA78fHeSYEwCvAGQ1zS1hC7CTjhD0otvviv_NrIUvrbM-m14Lu48xqQyaU79_i4AAMAw1PIhzgxNg/s2016/cream%20can2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vOuEYtKG_R_FGdFcSgVDcYxmFpcl_YN262OtiDqp8zAb00ULeB--chUM1lCp_A25cmkviXRmjHUm3K8ZEv_yUsUMCZXb-9kf0NUiQnu3hzW6CoA78fHeSYEwCvAGQ1zS1hC7CTjhD0otvviv_NrIUvrbM-m14Lu48xqQyaU79_i4AAMAw1PIhzgxNg/w400-h300/cream%20can2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Obviously all of us kids are fighting over it. Pete thinks it's rightfully his because his name is right there on it, I think it's rightfully mine because I'm the one who coughed up the sixty bucks and my dad's brother Aaron seems to remember Grandpa whispering something on his death bed about bequeathing the cream can...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I sure hope our family survives this. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-34788936240768601892019-04-20T18:57:00.002-05:002019-04-20T18:57:19.368-05:00Hal-isms, Vol. 74<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-44643393583793137282018-12-26T17:38:00.001-06:002018-12-26T17:38:13.901-06:00Whattabooger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-19831109119808422432018-12-19T22:51:00.000-06:002018-12-20T23:08:50.422-06:00Deathiversary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today was my mom's one year Deathiversary. That is to say she died one year ago today. I haven't said that out loud on this blog yet because I've just had probably the worst year of my life and your mom dying is never funny. And I guess I only like to write about things that are funny. </div>
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I woke up at 4am on this, the morning of my dear mother's deathiversary to myself literally crapping the bed. Pooping in the bed. Full-on diarrhea poop. No warning. I wasn't sick. I didn't eat anything weird. Poop.</div>
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-22754003522658861392018-11-14T08:59:00.000-06:002018-11-14T09:00:33.643-06:00Hal-isms, Vol. 73<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"I don't know if you've noticed but I drive not violent. 'Non-violent driving' they call it."</div>
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-14465921561608743942018-10-08T17:27:00.001-05:002018-10-08T17:27:35.410-05:00Continuation of the Mass-Textomy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I met a very important milestone in my old lady life today - I had my first mammogram. Of course I had to text my siblings the joyous news.</div>
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Have you ever seen how pineapples grow? It's SO COOL. I suppose I just thought they grew on trees like any good tropical fruit, but then on a trip to Samoa I got to see that they grow right out of the ground. </div>
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-49571363107877396602018-08-19T07:00:00.000-05:002018-08-19T07:00:12.404-05:00Sunday Favorites: Mills Fleet Farm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-49736960177466705212018-08-11T14:19:00.000-05:002018-08-11T14:30:30.347-05:00Northwest Angle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A short drive from there (as long as you have your passport), is the very northernmost part of the lower 48 states, the Angle Inlet aka the Northwest Angle. There was a cartographer's mistake like a million years ago when they were drawing the shape of the USA and so this tiny section, obviously originally intended to be "in Canada" instead was assigned "to Minnesota" and I'm glad too because it makes Minnesota look really cute at the top. But to get there you pretty much have to drive into Canada and then back into Minnesota - because ain't nobody got time to drive all the way there in a boat. </div>
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Crossing the border at Warroad is slightly confusing - there is a great big beautiful brand new giant building on the left hand side of the road and a big arrow and so I got confused and went in there, but sort of figured out as I was walking in the door that I was at the USA customs, and not the Canada customs and so in typical Kady style, I "HAHAHAHAHAHAAA THIS IS US CUSTOMS RIGHT? NOT CANADA? HAHAHAHAHAHAH OOPS can I use your bathroom?"</div>
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And then you drive and drive and drive and drive until pretty soon it gets kind of scary because nobody's around and you're on a gravel road for about 30 miles but it takes a least an hour and then suddenly your car's antiquated map system indicates you're approaching the border again, this time back into Minnesota: </div>
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From there it's an honor system thing. You're required by law to go to the "customs building", which is basically just a videophone where you can either press "PUSH TO CALL [American flag]" or "PUSH TO CALL [Canadian flag]". </div>
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I drove around for a while and then found a little bar and had some Molson Canadian (obviously), chatted up the Native kid bartender, learned all about how he and his siblings attended Minnesota's only remaining <a href="http://www.startribune.com/minnesota-s-last-one-room-schoolhouse-counts-on-its-longtime-teacher/305576541/" target="_blank">one room schoolhouse</a>, and about how, when the teacher mentioned in the article I just linked to retired for a time (or moved away I can't remember), they all had to ride a bus every day back and forth 75 miles to Warroad. </div>
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Breaking news over here at A Lady Reveals Nothing. Did you know that the United States experienced a full and total Solar Eclipse on August 21, 2017? The path of totality landed somewhere in Missouri - way far south of here, but that didn't stop my cool mom from purchasing eclipse glasses from Amazon six weeks in advance of the event. </div>
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Oh we waited with bated breath on the front porch every day as the Eclipse date approached. They weren't coming and they weren't coming. Mom went into her Amazon account every day and reported the updates ("nothin!", or "they're in Bemidji!" etc).</div>
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The day came but the glasses didn't. It turned out to be fine, since we had complete cloud cover. You can view my reporting on this, LIVE, <a href="http://www.aladyrevealsnothing.com/2017/08/solar-eclipse.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://www.aladyrevealsnothing.com/2017/08/solar-eclipsecont.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Anyway - after the hullabaloo was over, on that very day at 6:21pm, don't ya spose the UPS man showed up with our glasses?</div>
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-1811509718726053332018-04-15T16:11:00.001-05:002018-04-16T16:04:18.726-05:00Baudette MN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When my mom went into the hospital, I ran to the local grocery store to grab lots of Doritos, cheese snacks, mixers for the alcohol we snuck in there, and tons of juicy gossip magazines. </div>
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-87886904539230815972018-03-21T22:17:00.006-05:002018-03-21T22:20:56.684-05:00Just One of Many Times I Was Feeling Really Beautiful, BUT...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've been using a <a href="http://www.aladyrevealsnothing.com/2018/01/you-cant-take-me-anywhere.html" target="_blank">Corporate plane</a> to get up to see my Dad. Not my Corporate plane, mind you, but the Corporate plane of a well-known Minnesota Company that flies it's muckety-mucks from Warroad MN to Minneapolis MN and back on the daily and Lucky Me! They let any-old-Joe ride on this plane for a mere $100 donation to a local Warroad charity. (Bless 'em). My parents live 11 miles from the Warroad International Airport and I live 5 miles from the MSP. Only, these planes fly out of a tiny little airport located between MSP Airport Terminals 1 and 2 (otherwise known as Lindbergh and Hubert Humphrey). This little bitsy in-between airport is called "Signature Flights" and you have to call on a little phone from your car to get into a parking lot which leads to a smallish building but then after the building you can literally walk right onto your tiny little plane. There's no removal of liquids there's no taking off your shoes there's no seeing if there is liquid "medical marijuana" in your purse (even if you are a totally type A good girl who would never use such an "illicit drug" but only secured it clandestinely from your hairdresser because she seemed like somebody who would know something about such things and also because your mom has cancer and she's dying and you will do anything including committing what you're pretty sure is a felony to ease her pain).</div>
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Imagine during the Super Bowl (!) - all those famous people (!) flying to this exact airport (!)- and though I've never seen a famous person there, I'm sure they have been and that makes me feel...really...really...famous myself. </div>
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So, every time I go through there I sort of hold my head higher than I normally would (because normally I'm just a girl, picking a booger with her thumb). One particular time, however, and this time is the subject of this particular story, it was a Monday morning and it was 5:30 and I was the ONLY. PERSON. ON. THE. PLANE. </div>
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-32097155442161081382018-03-17T18:37:00.005-05:002018-03-17T18:38:19.705-05:00Doppleganger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-45793615169085150752018-03-14T11:14:00.000-05:002018-03-14T11:15:24.537-05:00The Unconventional Toilet Strikes Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was as epic a day as you can imagine. We zoomed down the St. Croix River, between Minnesota and Wisconsin. The weather was perfect, the conversation dynamic, the drinks were flowing. There were other boats to wave at. I may or may not have mooned them. Anyway, it was SO FUN.</div>
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At some point on a boat, as a woman, the question will always be: "where do I pee?" and usually the answer is, "in the River", but I could NOT resist this strange contraption and decided to use it just because I was probably under the influence of alcohol. </div>
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Anyway, I did my thing and it was just as weird and fun as you would think. Then it came time to flush the toilet. </div>
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Even though you can clearly see in these photos that there are instructions on how to do so - I didn't figure that out. At the time. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Last month and for the first time I got to ride their jet. No
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A Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-56837156440531158032018-01-12T07:30:00.000-06:002018-01-12T07:30:25.804-06:00se kak in her han<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is how to say "She pooped in her hand" in Afrikaans. In Espanol: "se kaka in su mano". Swedish: "Huite hannen". I used to collect how many languages I could say that in. I was up to five at one point.</div>
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My most embarrassing story: Or, one of them. (I have learned to tell my own embarrassing stories, otherwise Kasey will tell them and not put the proper spin on it. As we know, she "likes to expose.") Anyway, one day, after getting home after having run a half marathon (brag), I took my shower and decided to air out and not get dressed immediately. So sue me. I wanted to check my online class or something and so I got in front of the computer. Now, and this is very important: I do <u>not</u> sit on chairs whilst naked. Especially on a fabric office chair EWWWWW. (FYI)<br />
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