Oh, sure it wasn't billed that way, but how many minorities show up to jump into a frozen lake in Minnesota on February 5?
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My wife's coworker died suddenly last month of a massive coronary, after seeking help in the ER twice and being turned away. But enough about the American Insurance Company Strengthening and Corporate Oligarchy Act.
She felt like she didn't get to connect with her work friend like she would have liked; they planned on doing karaoke, etc, but never got around to it. The woman was also the president of the Rick Springfield Fan Club, and liked to do crazy charity events. Mrs. Lemming wanted to do something in her honor, so she picked the Polar Plunge, which her coworker did every year, an event held each winter to benefit the Special Olympic. Jokes about this being a potential event are frowned upon in this diary. There were many special people there today and lots of otherwise lubricated folks, and 99.999 white. Because who else is crazy enough to do this?
Anyway, after my California native wife jumped in and sloshed around in her tu-tu and pig nose, we all met at a bar.
I have blackmail pictures.
When our neighbors who showed up for support told me how much they like the 6th district of MN after living in Dallas, I told them I had the opposite experience. These are nice people in general, but they're millionaires and teabaggers to boot. I couldn't resit, and told them I prefer friends who breathe through their noses. And that Wright County is the home of double chromosomed people who vote against their own interests. I have no idea what got into me. But you could look it up.
Again, they sort of nervously laughed it off, because I'm normally such n amiable guy. ;) But I'm fighting losing battle with my bank on my mortgage and it feels like I'm the only one in my town who is even aware of who's screwing me.
I was a 99er, and got a job in the 99th week, only to be let go again, as of next Friday, and I'm now training my 30-something replacement. The worst part is I'm getting a going away party, as a contractor. It should make me feel good, but is sucks raw donkey balls. It's like the last ten years welled up in me all at once and I had a Howard Beale moment. In front of my wife's coworkers and some neighbors. Nice.
Have you been there recently?
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