So I ended up skipping frisbee this weekend, and thankfully did very little all weekend long. I caught up on TV. Watched some movies. And I baked. And I cooked.

Well rested and sated. A perfect way to start a week.

This week has been one of those weeks from hell, but unlike last week, mainly self inflicted. Monday, annoyance mainly, trying to flag down my boss to sign some documents before he hopped on a plane. Luckily, he hopped on a plane to NY so since he didn't have time to look at the documents on Monday, he was able to look at them on Tuesday. Sadly, more changes were required before we could send them out and next thing I knew, I was skipping my Engineers Without Borders meeting to wait for the slowest printer to print out three sets of a six page document for my boss to sign. Thankfully, the FedEx location is a bit more lenient here than in SF, so that when I dropped off the package at 8:10pm, everything was a-ok. Naturally, since my boss was in town, he wanted to grab drinks and food, and who am I to turn down free drinks and food. Its no big surprise that I didn't make it to swimming on Wednesday morning.

Wednesday, after moving offices at work, I took off early to volunteer with Rooftop Films at The Old American Can Factory. They were doing a screening of The Science of Sleep, so I figured it would be fun to help out and catch the flick at the same time. I wanted to be blown away by the film, but wasn't. Maybe it was that the dreamlike movie, while visually enthralling, didn't have enough story to distract me from how freakin' cold I was up on that rooftop. Note to self: rooftop films good for 100+ days, but not so much in mid September chills. The movie itself didn't end until around 11:30, and after helping out and running into a friend and talking for a while, next thing I know it was after 1am when I got home.

With two nights in a row of limited sleep, I was not looking forward to my co-op shift, but thankfully, it went quickly (checkout always goes quickly), and Sam finished early too, so we were able to escape before 11, making me exceedingly happy. Is it weird that the walk home from the co-op no longer seems that long? Maybe its because we weren't carrying any groceries, but I'm getting amazingly used to the walk from Park Slope to home. However, waking up to go to swimming this morning wasn't any easier.

Tonight is Rosh Hashanna dinner with the family, boding a relaxed evening, but inevitably a late night, making me very excited for the prospect of doing nothing all weekend other than reading the Sunday Times and catching up on all the TV premires from this week. Scratch that. Just heard that another team needs women for frisbee sectionals (the ones that were supposed to be last weekend but got rescheduled for this weekend making it unable for my team to go because they are going to be up in Maine at a tournament that I didn't feel like traveling for). So it looks that my relaxing lazy weekend just turned into one of two days of non-stop frisbee with a lot of driving in between. Not excited for craziness, but don't want to leave the team up the creek either....

This past week has been so busy at work that when I found out my frisbee tournament this weekend was cancelled, I wasn't too upset. As much as I enjoyed coming home to a dinner cooked by my husband, I also enjoy coming home before 8. So instead of playing frisbee, we went grocery shopping, picked up and installed some lovely drapes, and I plan on putting some heirloom tomatoes to good use.

I feel like I cheated. I had just realized last week that the bounday for the contentious 11th congressional district was in fact Dean St, and that since we live over by Atlantic right now, we are actually in the 10th congressional district. However, I was confused because when I searched my address on the polling station locater from the Board of Elections, it came up with a different location than the one listed on mailing I received at home (at that same address). I decided that it would be better to go to the location listed on my mailing, in Prospect Heights, since that is obviously where the Board of Elections thinks I should be. Sure enough, despite me calling the DMV a few months back to register my change of address, that was not actually processed and the Board of Elections had my old Dean St address listed in their books. (And Sam is still listed at his Park Slope address! Luckily he has to be in PS tonight anyway).

So what was I to do? Vote in the wrong district or not vote at all. I voted. Which is probably good since I've been following the 11th district's race more than the 10th anyway. And then I filled out a change of address form. I wonder if it will get filed before November elections?

The part that mystifies me the most about all this is that both Sam and I got our primary reminder notices from the Board of Elections, with our polling locations, sent to our current address! By doing this, they are basically saying its ok to live in one district but be registered in a different one, which seems totally wrong to me. If they know we live in Clinton Hill, shouldn't they also automatically change us to vote there?

Walker Art Museum Addition

The New Minneapolis Public Library

The New Guthrie Theatre

The Guthrie Terrace

While we were in Minneaplis, we spent one day checking out all the new buildings around town. There was the Walker addition, designed by Herzog and de Meuron, the new Minneapolis Public Library main branch, designed by Cesar Pelli, and the new Guthrie Theatre (in a totally new location!) designed by Michael Graves (of Target fame). Can you tell I'm an architect's daughter?

We didn't go on any rides, but Sam did win one of the carnie games where you shoot three balls in in a row at pool. And of course, no state fair is complete without spending hours looking at farm animals. The highlight might have been seeing one of the finalists in the Princess Kay of the Milky Way beauty pagent getting her head getting carved out of butter in a 38 degree F rotating chamber.

+ All photos from the state fair

Friday was my first trip to the Minnesota State Fair. What non-fairgoers might not realize is that the fair is all about the food. Most of which can be found on a stick. We spent over 12 hours at the fair, during which Sam and I consumed: corn dogs, Swedish egg coffee (didn't taste eggy at all), a sno-cone, cheese curds, root beer, iced chai, funnel cake, a deep fried Snickers bar, beer, lemonade, ribs, and a cream puff. Ahh, three healthy meals. And yet somehow we managed to eat again the next day.

+ Full food on a stick photoset