Thursday, July 30, 2009

I have funny friends too.....

This morning I get an email from a friend. As a totally unrelated side note (remember, I have ADD, I can't follow along any one path for too terribly long), this great friend will soon be the mother of a miniature Goldendoodle puppy. (insert Awwwww here) If you know my husband, please start the petition to let me get one too. Please. I need one. Some women lust after handbags. I lust after dogs. Fair trade.

And now on to the point. (remember, ADD, bear with me) I get this email from Steph this morning:

"In other news...while I was at pet smart last night Garin and I were looking at the animals--like ferrets and hamsters and birds. Just for fun. And as I was walking around the hamster cages I notes that one was upside down and NOT moving. It was dead. Rigamortious dead. So I flipped out and had to find some Pet Smart personnel. They confirmed my suspicion and removed said animal from the cage. Not the best marketing on their part. "

Lets think up slogans for petsmart...

Petsmart...fresh food, stale animals
Petsmart....where pets are memories

Okay, I know, perverse. But slightly funny.

This weekend....walking to Maple Grove...who wants to join us?!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Someone please cure cancer, my feet hurt.

The breast cancer 3 day walk is just three short weeks away - and my co-walker Debra and I are so honored to be completed with our fundraising. We have surpassed our goals thanks to our family and friends. Thank you all so much for your support.

Our last training walk took us from our condos downtown Minneapolis, to Debra's boss/friend/relative's house in TONKA BAY. Now most of you have likely been to Excelsior, land of delicious ice cream, a beautiful lake, boats, restaurants. It is a long drive, but worth it on occasion. You know, you pack the car with an apple and a diet coke and get on the road preparing for the 'trip' to Excelsior.

Well, the fine city of Tonka Bay is located approximately 700 miles past Excelsior. And we walked there. Okay, maybe not 700, but it is 4.4 miles further than Excelsior. And 4.4 is a lot when you're coming from downtown Minneapolis. 4.4 is a lot in a car. 4.4 more miles when you've already walked 15 seems like you have just crossed the Indian Ocean. We made it, thanks in part to the fine port-a-potties in Wayzata who were displayed in front of us like a mirage of water in the desert.

And when we arrived, 700 miles away from our home, David was greeting us in pink...with pink lemonade...and delicious food (it truly was good, but he could have fed us dirt and I would have looked at him longingly like he just prepared the finest Manny's steak).


If anyone's up for a bit of walking this weekend we would love some visitors. You don't have to do the whole thing, join us for a lake or two, or a walk to Maple Grove (where we will be venturing this weekend!).

Like I said. Someone please cure cancer. My Feet hurt.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

My baby is 2!

This week we celebrated a milestone in the Frank family house. Our baby turned 2! We celebrated with home baked doggy birthday cookies in the shape of hearts. We sang to her twice, once for each year. And her birthday gift was a big long belly rub. You may call us nuts, I call it devotion!

And not to bring in a sad note, because that's just not what this is about, but we also took some time to remember our little puppy that just wasn't meant to be. Lucy. Hard to believe it's been two years, but she's always on our minds and in our hearts.

On to my job. Many of you wonder what I do. You hear crazy stories of tenants, leases, strange things happening to buildings, strange people. Okay, mostly the strange people. But today, I would like to share with you my morning in the hopes of sheding some light on my career of choice:

Yesterday my engineer, Lyle approached me and asked me to look at his phone. Being the resident young person in my office I assume the job of phone-fixer and figured something was wrong with it. Nope, I pick it up and notice it is a very large pond. Inside the very large pond, a very large picnic table and chairs.

And then I gulped. That is one of my buildings. There is a table and chairs inside the fountain at one of my buildings. And so my day has begun.

We began to problem solve as to how he would get this 400 POUND table out of said pond, up the embankment, and back across the street so tenants could enjoy their picnics. And so we hatched a plan. Below please find a photographic journey of a day in the life of a property manager. And don't get me wrong. I love my job. I love my job because I get to do things like this. And if I didn't have to find ways to drag a 400 pound picnic table out of a fountain, how boring life would be.








Its all in a day's work. I say that like I'm the one who pulled the 400 pound table out of the fountain. Whatever, I'll take the credit. I did what I do best, direct the work!

So that's what I do. I pull tables out of fountains. In a nutshell.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Kara and the terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day


There's really just no other way to put it.

It started last night. After a thrilling and mind numbing meeting with our financial advisor Jeremy and I had dinner and headed for home. After arriving home in seperate cars (we both had to go to really exciting financial planner straight from work) I called the elevator, got in and rode up. The elevator stopped on floor 1 where three people got on. We began riding up and they chatted. Suddenly, and without warning, one of them turns to me and says, "Hi, my name is Sally, I live in 504". To which I responded, "I'm Kara, I live in 619....wait no, I don't live there,(mumbling ...looking at the floor). I mean, my friend lives there, I live in 706, yea, 706, uhhhhh" And then they depart the elevator. Certainly convinced that there is a crazy person living in their building, either in 619, 706 or possibly squatting in the corner somewhere. But she certainly is crazy.

This morning arrives. I attend a lovely Yoga Sculpt class and assume it will be a normal day. I leave Yoga, and notice a loud beeping from my car. BEEP BEEP BEEP. (for effect) Tire pressure too low. Okay, its not winter, so its not contraction, and i dont' notice that I have a flat tire, but I should get out and look. I stop on the side of the road, and see a nail sticking out of my tire.

Now here's my question. Why is it that I walk around streets all the time, and never see random nails just hangin' out in the road. I don't think people often do shop projects in the middle of the street, nor do I believe there are nail guns running wild. However, it does seem, that wherever my tires go, they seem to find the roads where people have completed said shop projects in the middle of them, or where nail guns have run wild, and therefore, must magnet themselves to my tire.

I call Jeremy to see what to do. He tells me to stop immidiatly as my tire will likely explode. Typical. So what do I do? I keep driving. And then I call my mom. To see what to do. Before I could even explain what had happened I see it. In my rearview mirror. Those dreaded flashing lights. The imposing red and white heading for me. I slide over to the righthand side of the road, and slither down in my seat. Office Schmuck-head gets out of his car and comes to my window, to ask the totally unnecessary question,
"Do you know what the speed limit is here?"
"Well sir, that sign there says 40, so I'm going with 40"
"No Madam. Its 35. 35 MPH until you get to that sign. Do you know how fast you were going?"
"No sir, or I wouldn't be in this situation"
"You were going 45 miles per hour"
(This is where I wanted to laugh in his face, but I refrained. 5 miles over the speed limit 50 feet from where I'm standing, but 10 miles over the speed limit at this exact spot. You've got to be kidding me)
"Okay sir, but arn't you the guy who recently helped me with the break in at that building right there that I manage?"
"Uh yea, but you were still speeding."
"Well, you see, I have a nail in my tire sir, and I was trying to get somewhere to get it taken care of."
"Well Madam, you're usually supposed to go slower when you have a flat tire"
"Or faster to get to the place to fix it, two schools of thought"
Ticket is handed to me. I am told I can contest it to get it taken off my record. Officer Schmuck-head walks back to his car. We drive away from eachother and I proceed to say some not so nice things about this fine gentleman in the privacy of my own car as I drive away.

1. I knew the guy and he still gave me a ticket
2. 10 miles over the freaking speed limit.
3. it was only 5 miles over 50 feet away from where I was. And about two more blocks down, it increases to 45.
4. I already had a flat tire, which he knew about, and didn't seem to care.
5. Shouldn't he have offered to call a tow truck or something?
6. Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Road Construction


Let me start out with a hilarious joke that every Minnesota likes to recite incessantly, "In Minnesota we have two seasons: Winter, and road construction". HILARIOUS!? Right? Okay, if you are not laughing, I like you. If you are, I'm concerned. However, I do question the governments gripes about budget cuts and reduced spending when I come across things like I am about to present.

On a recent drive by of one of my properties, I noticed there was some significant road construction occurring on the street adjacent to the building. Being the nosy person I am, I got out of my car to 'investigate'. I walked up to the construction site to see what they were doing. What I found was the following:


If you look closely, you will not that there are not one or two workers watching this hole being dug, but 9 road construction workers WATCHING. Now that is not including the 2 people who actually appear to be digging said hole. Nope, there are 2 hole diggers, and 9 hole digging watchers. Now I'm going to go out on a limb here and say, peeps, if you want to cut the budget, perhaps you don't need 11 people to dig a hole. Or maybe I'm wrong, maybe with these 11 people you do, but I'm just suggesting that before more stimulus dollars to go various holes throughout Minnesota, we reevaluate the job description of hole digging watchers. Just a thought.

Tonight: The final tennis lesson - stay tuned

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Big news! We have adoped a child.

Well sort of. One was adopted for us.
Back Story: A few weeks ago we got a package in the mail from our wedding photographer. As a thank you gift for hiring him for our wedding, he adopted a child for us in Guatemala. Not like a real child to come home with us, more like the adopt a whale thing where you get a picture and the whale stays out in the ocean. This time we got a picture of baby maria and she stays back in Guatemala.

Enter Maria....


Now Jeremy and I got a bit of a chuckle out of this because we were asked to write letters and become pen pals with our new adopted child, however, she was 3 months old. Ha ha, we laughed, considered framing the photo of her, and moved on.

Fast forward to July 8, 2009. Cell phone rings while I am at work. RING RING
(that's for effect)
Kara: Hello?
Caller: Uh, is Mr. Jeremy Frank available?
Kara: Well, that's my husband, no he's not, can I help you.
Caller: Well I am calling on behalf of Maria...
Kara: (in my head....what? Has Jeremy been cheating on me? Is this his secret lover Maria's attorney?)
Caller: Maria, the child you have adopted...
Kara: (again in my head....WTF - Jeremy adopted a child? How many times have we discussed waiting 3 years. It has been 3 months. WTF)
Caller: after the uncomfortable silence which ensued after my long conversation in my head that she could not hear Maria, your child in Guatemala wanted to know why you had not yet written to her. Did you receive the information packet with self addressed envelopes?
Kara: All becoming clearer now Oh, uh yes, I did receive that packet, thank you for that. Uh, sorry, we've just been busy and hadn't gotten a chance to write to maria. THE THREE MONTH OLD.
Caller: G-d bless your souls for taking Maria into your lives. Heaven has sent you to her.
Kara: Uh, thanks.
Caller: I wanted to let you know that when you write to maria, she promises to write you back. Once you initiate contact, she will follow up.
Kara: Really?
Caller: Oh yes, Maria is really looking forward to hearing from your blessed soul.
Kara: duhhhhhh....
Caller: I also wanted to let you know about the other services we provide as a thank you for sponsoring a child.
Kara: Services?
Caller: Yes, we have an on staff prayer team ready to pray for anything you may need. Do you have anything you would like us to pray for right now?
Kara: (in my head) The ability not to laugh hysterically while on the phone right now. That would be my first prayer. Uh, no, nothing I can really think of right now. We're good.
Caller: Well we are always here for you if you need a prayer.
Kara: (and yes, I actually said this) Good to know.
(This conversation continued for about 10 more minutes where she told me about the "Organization" with a few g-d blesses here, and some heaven sent's there)
Caller: Well thank you for your time today, I wanted to let you know that g-d chose you for a reason to care for Maria. She is really looking forward to this relationship.
Kara: Uh yea, same here.

And yes, that's how it ended. Same here. Now it's not that I'm insensitive to the needs of those less fortunate, hardly, but I do think that this scam ball organization that is 'representing' Maria is a loony bin. Okay, so maybe I'm a bit critical. And what part of 'we are very jewish' was missed in the whole wedding? I thought it was pretty clear with the whole 2 rabbis and a cantor thing, the glass, the chairs...I dunno, maybe I'm wrong.

However, if you would like to see a photo of our new child, you can find it framed on our mantle. Please come visit. Perhaps we can have a letter writing session and send 3 month old Maria a note. I'm sure she will write back very soon.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Thank you


(Photo of Friday's 15 mile training walk. We were quite excited when we arrived in Hopkins!)

I want to send a huge thank you out to everyone who came to our breast cancer 3 day fundraising happy hour and those who couldn't make it but still donated. It was an amazingly successful event, raising almost $900 for the walk! Huge thanks and much love to everyone who made it. We are getting close to our goal, but have not yet reached it - if you can still donate, please do so!

p.s. we still have 6 unopened bags of tortilla chips left in case anybody's hungry.

In other news, this weekend proved to be a fabulous eating extravaganza. I'm sorry thighs. Over the weekend we tested out the new Smashburger in Golden Valley - and let me tell you - it was fabulous. Now, we liked Burger Jones because Jeremy's face was on the wall (see below:



But Smashburger was more to my liking. Kara's review: For my first visit I had to try the original smash burger. Fabulous. Smash Sauce: all things I hate mixed into one, to make something delicious. Here's wishing I hadn't been told what was in it. Veggie Fries, a delicious opportunity to take a perfectly healthy item and make it perfectly unhealthy and fabulous. They also had some awesome looking salads. I know it sounds lame, salad at a burger joint, but they really looked great. Next time: Smashsalad. Other options include smashed chicken. I didn't see anyone eating that, but I imagine it is quite good. Good, cheap, convenient. We will visit again! Certainly not the healthiest place on earth, but if you're going to have a burger, it might as well be great!

After Smashburger, to top it all off we had to visit Dairy Queen for their blizzard of the month. I married a peanut butter and ice cream and specifically Dairy Queen loving man. Therefore, when the commercials touted this month's Peanut Butter patty blizzard, Jeremy just about cried. However, I think they could use some work on their marketing slogan:

Mmmmmm....tasty girl scout...in my blizzard. Yummm...

A great weekend...as long as you're not a girl scout.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

3 day update


I apologize for my lack of 3 day updates, life has simply been providing me with other blog worthy material. I have been remiss. Let me now start with a little walking story to get you in the mood for this post:

A few weeks ago, while walking, again towards the end of a long hot walk Debra and I got to thinking. Now, its great to raise the minimum necessary in order to participate in the 3 day ($2,300) but wouldn't it be awesome if we blew that out of the water and went above and beyond that amount. However, to do that, we would need to do some type of fundraiser. Furthermore, we wanted others to be involved in this process. Whether they like it or not. Therein lies today's plan: We came up with the idea of a fundraiser happy hour.

We would hold it at the community room at our condo building. We have a great room, with a nice outside gazebo area, we would do unlimited wine, and food with a minimum suggested donation of $20. The theme - Red (wine), White (wine) and Pink (wine) - and just before the 4th of July holiday. Genius. Or so it seemed around mile 12. We concocted this idea - thought, like the other ideas we contrive around miles 12-15 that this one could not fail.

So....prove us right. Remind us that this idea cannot fail. Show us that you do want to be involved! Please come today - anytime after 5:00 pm at the Groveland (317 Groveland Minneapolis, MN 55403). Bring Friends, relatives, children - all are welcome.

Reminder: Debra and I are both Jewish and daughters of women who feel that if 4 people are coming to dinner - you will likely need to make 7 chicken breasts. If 6 people are coming over for dessert - you will need 2 cakes and a pie. And perhaps some ice cream. Therefore, imagine how much food/beverage we have prepared for this evening. Don't let us down!

If you are unable to make it, but are able to donate, we would greatly appreciate it. Please follow this link:
http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/Walk/TwinCitiesEvent?px=3167794&pg=personal&fr_id=1302

Thank you and Happy 4th of July!