The good life, friends.
How We Roll
Had a little bike adventure this weekend on the Gateway State Trail (Saint Paul to Stillwater and back). Happily out-biked the rain and treated ourselves to a post-bike ride Dairy Queen Blizzard.
The good life, friends.
The good life, friends.
Tuesday Thoughts
Dear Internet,
The wedding blog (wedlog, weblog, weddblog?) has been vacant recently, and seeing as our guest author is still recovering from the exhaustion of his trip to Apple Valley rec league softball last week, I figured it couldn't hurt to throw some stuff up and see if it sticks.
I'd characterize what wedding preparations there are as going smoothly, although really, I would imagine Kate and I are two of the most apathetic wedding planners ever. Not to say we do not care about the outcome of October 5, 2013, as that would certainly not be the case. Rather, I think we are both a little wary/disdainful of the monolith that is the American Wedding Industry, and the pressure said industry places on bright eyed brides and grooms to be to fill their wedding day with unnecessary baubles. I think a good visual representation of my thoughts in this regard is as follows (note that in this metaphor, I am Jeff Goldblum):
I remain shocked by the amount of glossy paged ink that is spilled upon crafting the MOST PERFECT DAY EVER, and the willingness of people to go along with the suggestion of a Wedding Expert, as an addition to your photography package, to certainly pick up the bedazzled "Bride" t-shirts. Apologies in advance folks, but if you were expecting to see me in an ill-fitting rented tux with a pre-tied bowtie come fall, you are going to be crestfallen.
I think our goal in planning our wedding is to force it to conform to who we are as individuals, rather than what the Wedding Industry expects, and honestly, that is a hard line to walk at times. I've had more than one person say to me, "you're going to wear WHAT kind of shoes to your wedding?" as a look of horror crosses their face. Please be aware that there is, in fact, a purpose behind these facially odd decisions. The idea is to have you, our guests, understand that this is a shared event, and hopefully, you will experience it as something we intentionally planned, rather than a show that was put on by someone else. If these decisions and the resulting experience strike you as odd, well then, consider who made them.
Looking forward to seeing you all in a few months.
A. Nyquist
The wedding blog (wedlog, weblog, weddblog?) has been vacant recently, and seeing as our guest author is still recovering from the exhaustion of his trip to Apple Valley rec league softball last week, I figured it couldn't hurt to throw some stuff up and see if it sticks.
I'd characterize what wedding preparations there are as going smoothly, although really, I would imagine Kate and I are two of the most apathetic wedding planners ever. Not to say we do not care about the outcome of October 5, 2013, as that would certainly not be the case. Rather, I think we are both a little wary/disdainful of the monolith that is the American Wedding Industry, and the pressure said industry places on bright eyed brides and grooms to be to fill their wedding day with unnecessary baubles. I think a good visual representation of my thoughts in this regard is as follows (note that in this metaphor, I am Jeff Goldblum):
I remain shocked by the amount of glossy paged ink that is spilled upon crafting the MOST PERFECT DAY EVER, and the willingness of people to go along with the suggestion of a Wedding Expert, as an addition to your photography package, to certainly pick up the bedazzled "Bride" t-shirts. Apologies in advance folks, but if you were expecting to see me in an ill-fitting rented tux with a pre-tied bowtie come fall, you are going to be crestfallen.
I think our goal in planning our wedding is to force it to conform to who we are as individuals, rather than what the Wedding Industry expects, and honestly, that is a hard line to walk at times. I've had more than one person say to me, "you're going to wear WHAT kind of shoes to your wedding?" as a look of horror crosses their face. Please be aware that there is, in fact, a purpose behind these facially odd decisions. The idea is to have you, our guests, understand that this is a shared event, and hopefully, you will experience it as something we intentionally planned, rather than a show that was put on by someone else. If these decisions and the resulting experience strike you as odd, well then, consider who made them.
Looking forward to seeing you all in a few months.
A. Nyquist
Save The Date!
October 5th. In case you forget.
If you haven't been to our website/blog before, take a look around at all the information, leave comments if you want, and be sure to contact us with any questions, concerns, requests, or dedications.
First, you definitely have to check out the Press Release drafted when the 'lifetime contract' was initially signed.
For some fun reading, you can learn more about us and our wedding party.
Be sure to check out the information page on where our wedding and reception will be (times are yet to be determined), see the map, and if you are traveling from out of town please check out our list of suggested hotels and book soon. The Twin Cities Marathon is the same weekend and hotels are booking quickly.
Most importantly, we are looking forward to sharing a wonderful day with each of you this fall!
162
I was made aware of the fact this morning that 162 days remain until the wedding that is the subject of this blog. Ergo, only a full MLB season remains!
High five!
High five!
Trombone Choir videos, because, why not?
Folks, lots of weddings have music. Lots of weddings have brass. But, may I ask, how many weddings have trombone quartets? Come October 5, I can think of at least one!
Actually, why don't we all just ignore what happened in the above video? We're practicing - I swear.
And for good measure, here's a clip from the 2013 Minneapolis Trombone Choir!
Actually, why don't we all just ignore what happened in the above video? We're practicing - I swear.
And for good measure, here's a clip from the 2013 Minneapolis Trombone Choir!
Chapter 2 - Since They Haven't Planned Anything, I'll Pick Up the Slack
Editor's Note - Today's post is courtesy of frequent guest blogger Basil the greyhound.
Good morning everyone,
Ostensibly, I'm told that this blog's intent is to provide updates and information of the upcoming nuptials of my housemates, Aaron and Kate. However, it doesn't appear to me that they have planned much of anything, unless you count their frequent discussions beginning with "we should really start planning our wedding," or the time spent googling pictures of people on bikes. Given this remarkable lack of progress, I have volunteered to, once again, pick up their slack and provide an update on the house activities.
If you recall, at the time of my last post, I had just moved into this home located in south Minneapolis. I believe that at that time, my housemates were still convinced that they would retain primary control over the household and its activities. That was a quite a foolish proposition indeed. Rather, it is I, the resident greyhound, that is the primary focus of the home's social order, and I generally call most of the shots.
As an example, my housemates initially provided me with a smallish square of fabric coated foam, which they claimed was suitable for use as a "bed." Well, that was clearly a lie, because they continued to sleep in a much larger queen sized bed. I quickly deduced their deception, and have claimed their bed as my own. And frankly, I am just not that concerned that the bed is approximately 5 feet wide, and that I utilize about 3 feet of it when lying comfortably. In terms of actual use, I sleep on the bed for the majority of the day; therefore, it seems presumptuous of my housemates to complain when really, they are infringing on my territory.
Anyways, when I am not engaged in the aforementioned struggle over sleeping real estate, I spend the majority of my time charming my housemates' friends, family, and acquaintances. I don't think it's a coincidence that most people come bearing gifts for me rather than the two humans - after all, they already have this jumble of furniture and other possessions, and frankly, the single rope/ball was not adequate. I am routinely invited to people's houses for purposes of meeting their dogs, and last week, I overheard Kate (that's the female) saying that I couldn't have a facebook page because I'd quickly gather more friends than Aaron and Kate combined. Well, my response was that it's not my fault if I'm more popular than the two of you.
When I'm not sleeping or making friends, I spend my days watching TV, listening to the radio, and running outside. Although, I must say, the size of the outdoor recreation area is a bit small for my needs. As a retired athlete, I am used to actually being able to run to top speed, rather than the constant cycle of accelerate/brake that I am forced to do thanks to the size of my space. Luckily for me, I am taking a holiday starting today in Apple Valley, where (I am told), there will be a much more suitable area for sprinting.
There is still the matter of the feline (ugh). He is just not polite. It's not surprising that I get most of the attention.
Despite these minor quibbles, I believe things are going well. I am enjoying myself, and I think the two humans are also enjoying themselves. My favourite thing to do is to go walking with one or the other, although it is usually Aaron who goes along. The other dogs in the neighborhood are jealous of my pimped out collar with the light up ball.
Until next time,
Basil
Good morning everyone,
Ostensibly, I'm told that this blog's intent is to provide updates and information of the upcoming nuptials of my housemates, Aaron and Kate. However, it doesn't appear to me that they have planned much of anything, unless you count their frequent discussions beginning with "we should really start planning our wedding," or the time spent googling pictures of people on bikes. Given this remarkable lack of progress, I have volunteered to, once again, pick up their slack and provide an update on the house activities.
If you recall, at the time of my last post, I had just moved into this home located in south Minneapolis. I believe that at that time, my housemates were still convinced that they would retain primary control over the household and its activities. That was a quite a foolish proposition indeed. Rather, it is I, the resident greyhound, that is the primary focus of the home's social order, and I generally call most of the shots.
As an example, my housemates initially provided me with a smallish square of fabric coated foam, which they claimed was suitable for use as a "bed." Well, that was clearly a lie, because they continued to sleep in a much larger queen sized bed. I quickly deduced their deception, and have claimed their bed as my own. And frankly, I am just not that concerned that the bed is approximately 5 feet wide, and that I utilize about 3 feet of it when lying comfortably. In terms of actual use, I sleep on the bed for the majority of the day; therefore, it seems presumptuous of my housemates to complain when really, they are infringing on my territory.
Anyways, when I am not engaged in the aforementioned struggle over sleeping real estate, I spend the majority of my time charming my housemates' friends, family, and acquaintances. I don't think it's a coincidence that most people come bearing gifts for me rather than the two humans - after all, they already have this jumble of furniture and other possessions, and frankly, the single rope/ball was not adequate. I am routinely invited to people's houses for purposes of meeting their dogs, and last week, I overheard Kate (that's the female) saying that I couldn't have a facebook page because I'd quickly gather more friends than Aaron and Kate combined. Well, my response was that it's not my fault if I'm more popular than the two of you.
When I'm not sleeping or making friends, I spend my days watching TV, listening to the radio, and running outside. Although, I must say, the size of the outdoor recreation area is a bit small for my needs. As a retired athlete, I am used to actually being able to run to top speed, rather than the constant cycle of accelerate/brake that I am forced to do thanks to the size of my space. Luckily for me, I am taking a holiday starting today in Apple Valley, where (I am told), there will be a much more suitable area for sprinting.
There is still the matter of the feline (ugh). He is just not polite. It's not surprising that I get most of the attention.
Despite these minor quibbles, I believe things are going well. I am enjoying myself, and I think the two humans are also enjoying themselves. My favourite thing to do is to go walking with one or the other, although it is usually Aaron who goes along. The other dogs in the neighborhood are jealous of my pimped out collar with the light up ball.
Until next time,
Basil
268 Days To Go, But Who's Counting?
Hello friends!
It recently dawned on me (this is Kate) that you haven't heard from us in a while. You haven't yet received a thank you card from the engagement party- sorry about that, you haven't (and won't) receive a holiday card with pictures of us holding our pets, dressed in silly sweaters- sorry about that, and we haven't been here updating our every single wedding detail- well, not actually sorry about that, because that would be ridiculous.
Unfortunately, our relative silence is not due to any transcontinental adventures. We were not saving baby squid off the coast of Japan. Nor were we cliff jumping into the Grand Canyon. We did not walk the length of the Great Wall of China, we did not run across the Sahara Desert in 100 days, we didn't even get tattoos. But we did sit on our couch and watch two documentaries about riding mountain bikes along the Continental Divide, from Banff, Canada to the Mexico border, so there's that.
What have we been doing, you ask?
Hmm... Well, we've been drinking coffee, daily. We once had to shovel 10 inches of snow from our sidewalk, walkways, front steps, deck, patio, and garage pad-- this was not any fun. We've been going to Timberwolves games-- these are fun. We've been enjoying Basil, the Noble English Gentledog. We taught him how to get into our bed and have regretted that decision on numerous occasions since. We enjoyed several wonderful holiday celebrations with friends and family. We "Cheers!"ed in the new year in our home with good friends. We discovered a delicious Chinese takeout place in our neighborhood. Aaron went skiing in the Colorado mountains and Kate began officially training for the 100% Irish for a Day 10 Mile Run in March. Kate promised Aaron she would try downhill skiing again this winter, for the first time in 15+ years, so be on the lookout for a blog post about broken bones/trips to the ER/lots of terrified crying.
And, wedding planning, per Kate's timeline of: We Shouldn't Put This All Off Until The End Because It Will Make Us Bitter and Sad and Stressed and Then We Will Not Be Fun People, has "officially" started as of January 1, but we haven't actually done much. Kate tried on wedding dresses for the first time this week with two of her best friends [insert girl squeal here] and had a wonderful time and will hopefully choose a dress later this month, but Shhh! it's a secret. Some honeymoon plans are materializing as well. Pretty dresses and tropical vacations? We know our priorities.
We hope you are all having a wonderful New Year!
Love,
Kate and Aaron (and Basil, the dog & J, the cat)
It recently dawned on me (this is Kate) that you haven't heard from us in a while. You haven't yet received a thank you card from the engagement party- sorry about that, you haven't (and won't) receive a holiday card with pictures of us holding our pets, dressed in silly sweaters- sorry about that, and we haven't been here updating our every single wedding detail- well, not actually sorry about that, because that would be ridiculous.
Unfortunately, our relative silence is not due to any transcontinental adventures. We were not saving baby squid off the coast of Japan. Nor were we cliff jumping into the Grand Canyon. We did not walk the length of the Great Wall of China, we did not run across the Sahara Desert in 100 days, we didn't even get tattoos. But we did sit on our couch and watch two documentaries about riding mountain bikes along the Continental Divide, from Banff, Canada to the Mexico border, so there's that.
What have we been doing, you ask?
Hmm... Well, we've been drinking coffee, daily. We once had to shovel 10 inches of snow from our sidewalk, walkways, front steps, deck, patio, and garage pad-- this was not any fun. We've been going to Timberwolves games-- these are fun. We've been enjoying Basil, the Noble English Gentledog. We taught him how to get into our bed and have regretted that decision on numerous occasions since. We enjoyed several wonderful holiday celebrations with friends and family. We "Cheers!"ed in the new year in our home with good friends. We discovered a delicious Chinese takeout place in our neighborhood. Aaron went skiing in the Colorado mountains and Kate began officially training for the 100% Irish for a Day 10 Mile Run in March. Kate promised Aaron she would try downhill skiing again this winter, for the first time in 15+ years, so be on the lookout for a blog post about broken bones/trips to the ER/lots of terrified crying.
And, wedding planning, per Kate's timeline of: We Shouldn't Put This All Off Until The End Because It Will Make Us Bitter and Sad and Stressed and Then We Will Not Be Fun People, has "officially" started as of January 1, but we haven't actually done much. Kate tried on wedding dresses for the first time this week with two of her best friends [insert girl squeal here] and had a wonderful time and will hopefully choose a dress later this month, but Shhh! it's a secret. Some honeymoon plans are materializing as well. Pretty dresses and tropical vacations? We know our priorities.
We hope you are all having a wonderful New Year!
Love,
Kate and Aaron (and Basil, the dog & J, the cat)
Chapter 1 - Racetrack to Minneapolis Residence
Editor's Note - Today's post has generously been guest-authored by Basil the greyhound.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen,
This is Basil*, reporting for the first time from what appears to be my new residence in the Northrup neighborhood of Minneapolis. For those of you whom I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, I am a 17 month old ex-racing greyhound. I weigh approximately 80 pounds, and have a tan coat. For some reason, I am often mistaken for a deer.
I write this from the comfort of a luxurious pillowed bed, which undoubtedly the two saps who serve me purchased for an exorbitant sum. These two attendants, one male and one female, have been incessantly pestering me the past few days, patting my (up to that point) perfectly coiffed head, heavily enunciating "good dog" as if I had no concept of the English language, and needlessly shuffling me up and down staircases.
Despite these rather odd behaviors, they seem nice enough, and in any event, I appear to have already convinced them of my essential role as the emotional "glue" of this unit. Indeed, I recall hearing the female (Kathryn? Katie? Kate?) remark earlier tonight that she didn't recall what the dwelling had ever been like prior to my arrival. Success.
Then again, success should be no surprise. I am, after all, long and athletic, with a perfectly inquisitive mind and a knack for knowing exactly when to throw on the charm. Certainly, I grew up at the racetrack with the rest of the greyhounds, but unlike my less sophisticated brethren, I was not as easily swayed by the lure of the chase. The joke's on you suckers - you're never going to catch that furry squirrel. You know why? Because it's fake.
So, in lieu of spending my days in pursuit of such a pointless endeavor, I removed myself from the racetrack, and soon thereafter, by way of a hotel in Inver Grove Heights (enjoyed the accommodations, but truly, a bit overbooked), I found myself in delightful south Minneapolis. As I mentioned previously, I am disinclined to climb so many stairs, but I am begrudgingly doing so anyways. It is not so enjoyable to have all 80 pounds of oneself be hoisted upwards.
Unlike my new human friends, who are constantly cooing and fawning over my every move, I do not share their need to constantly shower attention. Quite to the contrary, I am rather content to simply spend my hours resting, eating, and working on my memoirs. I oft take my intellectual pursuits outdoors, and I have greatly enjoyed exploring the wilderness which, I am told, is called in these parts "the backyard." Amongst my other many hobbies are investigating how far I may fling food and water from my dinner area, stretching in various yogic poses, and watching documentaries on TV.
Although the human companions are at times somewhat overbearing, I generally hold them in high regard. Not so for the feline who also inhabits this dwelling. The feline has been nothing but rude, and it shocks my senses that such disregard for manners is tolerated. The male human (Erik? Aaron?) appears to share my distaste, so that heartens me somewhat.
All in all, I am happy, and feel as if this will be a good locale for me to live. There are plenty of places to stroll, and there is quite a nice bike shop just around the corner. If all goes according to plan, I will also very soon convince my two humans that the crude steel crate is really not a suitable accommodation for me during the daytime hours. But, for the time being, I can put up with it. As you can likely tell, I am patient.
Best regards,
Basil
*The correct pronunciation of Basil rhymes with "razzle dazzle" (should be easy for you Anglophiles). NOT as in the delightful herb.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen,
This is Basil*, reporting for the first time from what appears to be my new residence in the Northrup neighborhood of Minneapolis. For those of you whom I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, I am a 17 month old ex-racing greyhound. I weigh approximately 80 pounds, and have a tan coat. For some reason, I am often mistaken for a deer.
I write this from the comfort of a luxurious pillowed bed, which undoubtedly the two saps who serve me purchased for an exorbitant sum. These two attendants, one male and one female, have been incessantly pestering me the past few days, patting my (up to that point) perfectly coiffed head, heavily enunciating "good dog" as if I had no concept of the English language, and needlessly shuffling me up and down staircases.
Despite these rather odd behaviors, they seem nice enough, and in any event, I appear to have already convinced them of my essential role as the emotional "glue" of this unit. Indeed, I recall hearing the female (Kathryn? Katie? Kate?) remark earlier tonight that she didn't recall what the dwelling had ever been like prior to my arrival. Success.
Then again, success should be no surprise. I am, after all, long and athletic, with a perfectly inquisitive mind and a knack for knowing exactly when to throw on the charm. Certainly, I grew up at the racetrack with the rest of the greyhounds, but unlike my less sophisticated brethren, I was not as easily swayed by the lure of the chase. The joke's on you suckers - you're never going to catch that furry squirrel. You know why? Because it's fake.
So, in lieu of spending my days in pursuit of such a pointless endeavor, I removed myself from the racetrack, and soon thereafter, by way of a hotel in Inver Grove Heights (enjoyed the accommodations, but truly, a bit overbooked), I found myself in delightful south Minneapolis. As I mentioned previously, I am disinclined to climb so many stairs, but I am begrudgingly doing so anyways. It is not so enjoyable to have all 80 pounds of oneself be hoisted upwards.
Unlike my new human friends, who are constantly cooing and fawning over my every move, I do not share their need to constantly shower attention. Quite to the contrary, I am rather content to simply spend my hours resting, eating, and working on my memoirs. I oft take my intellectual pursuits outdoors, and I have greatly enjoyed exploring the wilderness which, I am told, is called in these parts "the backyard." Amongst my other many hobbies are investigating how far I may fling food and water from my dinner area, stretching in various yogic poses, and watching documentaries on TV.
Although the human companions are at times somewhat overbearing, I generally hold them in high regard. Not so for the feline who also inhabits this dwelling. The feline has been nothing but rude, and it shocks my senses that such disregard for manners is tolerated. The male human (Erik? Aaron?) appears to share my distaste, so that heartens me somewhat.
All in all, I am happy, and feel as if this will be a good locale for me to live. There are plenty of places to stroll, and there is quite a nice bike shop just around the corner. If all goes according to plan, I will also very soon convince my two humans that the crude steel crate is really not a suitable accommodation for me during the daytime hours. But, for the time being, I can put up with it. As you can likely tell, I am patient.
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*The correct pronunciation of Basil rhymes with "razzle dazzle" (should be easy for you Anglophiles). NOT as in the delightful herb.
Home Sweet Home
Friends!
As of Friday we (and the bank) own and live in our new house! Well, the bank doesn't live there. Just us.
On Friday morning we did a final walk through and decided that we do, in fact, still love the house and were still interested in purchasing it.
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| Purchasing a house is cool. Thumbs up. |
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| Build Your Own Bloody Mary. Outrageously delicious. |
OR! You could come to our bar in our basement, "The Wolf & Bicycle":
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| So far, we serve Nordeast, Coca Cola, and a special cocktail called "Please help us move this/set this up/drive us to Home Depot." |
We cannot forget to thank everyone who helped us move on Saturday-- it was not an easy task! Between all the stairs at Kate's place, a cold misty rain, and the difficulty of getting furniture up and down the narrow and steep stairs at the new place, we really gave our friends an adventure. We are under strict order to not move again for several years!
Moving was smooth, we are making progress in the "we have two of these, get rid of it" game, and there are even some rooms that look positively put together.
Home sweet home.
On Gratitude
I (this is Kate) woke up this morning feeling like this:
"Life is all rainbows and unicorns, puppy dogs and cinnamon rolls, yellow flowers, good beer, and bicycling down a big hill! The sun NEVER stops shining! This is the best DAY ever! After the best WEEKEND ever! In the best SEASON ever! Of my best YEAR EVER!!!"
Guys, on a Monday I woke up feeling like that. Before I had any coffee. That's serious.
It is undoubtedly an optimism and excitement that comes from you and I want to take a moment to share our deepest gratitude to all of you for everything you have done so far.
You have done big things and little. You have shared gifts, time, and stories with us. You have offered help with party or wedding planning and you have offered to help us move even before you knew there were 54 stairs between my apartment and the curb. You have been delighted to hear the beginning chapters of our little love story, and I am delighted to tell you again and again and again. Most importantly, you have loved us so completely throughout our lives and supported our every endeavor and we can feel that love and support now as we embark on a very great adventure together.
I was truly overwhelmed at the number of you who joined us on Saturday to celebrate our engagement. I am humbled that many of you traveled from Iowa, South Dakota, and Wisconsin to celebrate with us.
A huge thank you to my big sister, Kim, and her husband, Erik, who opened their beautiful home to so many people, prepared delicious food, and hosted a perfect party that allowed Aaron and I to spend time with our family and friends. What a spectacular event held by the host and hostess with the most and mostest.
A big thanks to everyone who also helped with the party- from sharing a plate of food, lending us some folding chairs, washing dishes, to bringing coolers of beer- your contribution did not go unnoticed and you are so greatly appreciated.
To our parents and family, there are almost no words great enough. You loved us first and as our lives change there is a great security and stability in that kind of love. We could not do any of this without your guidance and we are so appreciative of all that you have done for us.
Life is rainbows and unicorns, puppy dogs and cinnamon rolls. Thank you all so much for being a part of our lives and we look forward to creating many more memories with each of you!
To every single one of you from every bit of us, thank you and we love you.
New House FAQs
Big news, friends!
In addition to getting engaged in August, we also bought a housebecause it is best to cram all of your major life changes into a small timeframe so as to deliver the ultimate shock at holiday parties this season! Like a real house! With appliances and things.
We've been getting a lot of questions about the house, so here's a Frequently Asked Questions list. Some of them we can answer and some of them we can't answer, usually because we don't actually know.
Where is it?
South Minneapolis. Sort of by Lake Nokomis (one of Kate's favorite places to run) and Lake Hiawatha, west of Cedar Avenue. We'll give you the real address when you join our moving crew!
When did you buy it?
We signed the purchase agreement on August 18-- from our smartphones in the baggage claim area of the Bozeman, Montana airport. We will close in mid-October.
How big is it?
Kate has been living in a 520 square foot apartment with no closet space, so it seems to be about the same size as the Taj Mahal, give or take.
When was it built?
1925.
Is the stove gas or electric?
We were stunned how often this question was asked-- and we really had no idea for quite a while. Turns out, it's gas.
How many bedrooms/bathrooms?
3 and 3. One bathroom on every floor, and maybe one bedroom on every floor? We can't remember.
Garage?
Yes. Detached, in traditional Minneapolis style. Space for 2 cars! And bicycles!
What color are the appliances?
Um, maybe black? Or they could be stainless steel? We can't remember.
How old is the furnace/water heater/roof?
Can't remember.
When do you move?
Mid-October.
Where will you hang the framed Bob Dylan poster?
So, no one has actually asked this question but it is something we can actually answer!
Probably in the kitchen/informal dining room. Mmmm eggs & toast with Bob Dylan every morning? Yes please.
Which room will be the nursery?
Nice try. This is not a house question-- it is a baby question thinly veiled as a house question. Baby questions will be answered in the order they are received no earlier than October 6, 2013. Because there can simply only be so many life changes at once.
I really love to help people move their heavy furniture in and out of old buildings with narrow hallways and steep staircases. I also love to haul boxes of heavy books for well-read people. Can I help you guys move?
Okay, so no one has asked this question either, but I know you are thinking it. Just remember, the only stupid question is the one you don't ask.
Of course you can help us move! We'd be delighted to make you shuck our stuff have your assistance on move-in day! More details coming in October.
In addition to getting engaged in August, we also bought a house
We've been getting a lot of questions about the house, so here's a Frequently Asked Questions list. Some of them we can answer and some of them we can't answer, usually because we don't actually know.
Where is it?
South Minneapolis. Sort of by Lake Nokomis (one of Kate's favorite places to run) and Lake Hiawatha, west of Cedar Avenue. We'll give you the real address when you join our moving crew!
When did you buy it?
We signed the purchase agreement on August 18-- from our smartphones in the baggage claim area of the Bozeman, Montana airport. We will close in mid-October.
How big is it?
Kate has been living in a 520 square foot apartment with no closet space, so it seems to be about the same size as the Taj Mahal, give or take.
When was it built?
1925.
Is the stove gas or electric?
We were stunned how often this question was asked-- and we really had no idea for quite a while. Turns out, it's gas.
How many bedrooms/bathrooms?
3 and 3. One bathroom on every floor, and maybe one bedroom on every floor? We can't remember.
Garage?
Yes. Detached, in traditional Minneapolis style. Space for 2 cars! And bicycles!
What color are the appliances?
Um, maybe black? Or they could be stainless steel? We can't remember.
How old is the furnace/water heater/roof?
Can't remember.
When do you move?
Mid-October.
Where will you hang the framed Bob Dylan poster?
So, no one has actually asked this question but it is something we can actually answer!
Probably in the kitchen/informal dining room. Mmmm eggs & toast with Bob Dylan every morning? Yes please.
Which room will be the nursery?
Nice try. This is not a house question-- it is a baby question thinly veiled as a house question. Baby questions will be answered in the order they are received no earlier than October 6, 2013. Because there can simply only be so many life changes at once.
I really love to help people move their heavy furniture in and out of old buildings with narrow hallways and steep staircases. I also love to haul boxes of heavy books for well-read people. Can I help you guys move?
Okay, so no one has asked this question either, but I know you are thinking it. Just remember, the only stupid question is the one you don't ask.
Of course you can help us move! We'd be delighted to
Yellowstone
We went to Yellowstone National Park and didn't kill each other (or any member of Kate's family). Success!
Press Release: Muehe Signs Lifetime Contract
Aaron Nyquist, President and Chief of Interpersonal
Relations at the Nyquist Organization, announced today that he has signed
Kathryn (“Kate”) Muehe to a lifetime contract, effective from the 2013
season. A verbal agreement was reached
on August 1, 2012. The deal, which
includes a full no-trade clause, will be made official at an October 5, 2013
press conference. Time and location will
be revealed in a forthcoming release.
Muehe, 26, has been with the Nyquist organization since the
start of the 2011 season. She will
retain her position as Climate Change and Health Impact Communications
Specialist at the Minnesota Department of Health, and will bring with her an
above-average degree of preparedness for even the slightest emergency
situation. In 2011, Muehe batted 1.000
in completing marathons with a broken leg, and equaled that mark in recounting
the event to her many admirers and well-wishers. A champion conversationalist, in 2011 Muehe
broke what was believed to be a world record by speaking for 72 straight
hours.
“I am very pleased to welcome Kate to the Nyquist
Organization in a more permanent role, and am looking forward to a long and
productive relationship,” said Nyquist.
“Kate has been an integral part of this organization for the past year
and a half, and I am very happy that she has committed to this lifetime
contract. I am positive that Kate will
bring a measure of balance to the Nyquist organization, which has long been
noted for its patience, reserve, and laid back philosophy.” Nyquist concluded by stating, "Going forward, I am looking forward to hearing Kate's input on important team matters, and once I find the verbal space, engaging in a fruitful discussion."
As per team policy, exact terms of the contract were not immediately available. It is believed that agreement occurred after both parties looked with approval at the working relationship formed throughout the 2011-2012 seasons. No large scale on-field incidents were recorded, although reports surfaced that while Muehe prefers the direct communication of the bullpen phone, Nyquist is more apt to rely on the traditional series of non-verbal signals. The details surrounding Muehe's cat were reportedly hotly contested, but it is believed that Nyquist made significant concessions with respect to the feline.
Muehe is a lifelong resident of the Twin Cities metropolitan
area, and currently resides in St. Paul.
Prior to her joining the Nyquist Organization, she received a bachelor
of arts degree in political science from North Dakota State University in 2008
and a Masters of Public Health from the University of Minnesota in 2010.
The Nyquist Organization is privately held and 100% owned by
Aaron Nyquist. Nyquist is also a
lifelong resident of the Twin Cities metropolitan area, and is currently based
out of Minneapolis. When not overseeing
the on field activities of the Organization, Nyquist is an intellectual
property attorney. He received a bachelor
of arts in history from Luther College in 2008, and a juris doctor from Hamline
University School of Law in 2011.