Torn Between Two Lovers

There is a pot of green chili on the stove and a loaf of banana bread in the oven. As soon as it starts getting dark earlier and the leaves are falling and the temperature drops below 50 degrees, I want to cook comfort food. The green chili is for our office Halloween potluck tomorrow. I've been at the Workplace for almost eight years and this is the first year I'm not dressing up for the party. It kind of snuck up on me this year and between my long weekend last week and the sucker punch this week turned out to be, I just didn't have time to put anything together. It's too bad because there are always good prizes for best costume. But short of them coming up with World Series tickets as prizes, my lazy ass didn't have the energy to put anything together.

And speaking of the Series, I'd like to issue a cease and desist order to all of the people who have called, emailed, text messaged, smoke signaled, sent a carrier pigeon, etc to express their (mean, cruel) opinions about the Rockies loss last night...and tonight. It's sort of an odd feeling because I love me some Red Sox but as a true Colorado girl, I feel the need to root for the Rockies. I feel sort of naughty when I root for either one...like I'm cheating on the other. It always seemed safe to like both of them because one was NL and one was AL and they almost never play eachother. But now I feel conflicted. I mean, I've been to more Rockies games than I could ever begin to count. But my first trip to Fenway to see a Sox game (against the stupid Yankees, no less) was like a religious experience. And the Red Sox have won a series in my lifetime so I can scratch that off my list of things I want to see before I die. But the Rockies winning a World Series? Not even something that I thought about putting on the list because it just never seemed possible. As for the two losses? Well, I do remember a certain team in 2004 that was down three games in the AL playoffs when low and behold, they went on to one of the greatest comebacks in the history of baseball...or any other sport for that matter. So yes, I still believe the Rockies could win the whole damn thing.

And on a totally unrelated note, I sort of forgot to tell you one of the best stories from last weekend. And after the epic post I wrote about the weekend, I know that the mind just REELS at the idea that I left one tiny little thing out, but I did.

On the way to Meghan and Tim's house Thursday night, Meghan informed me that they had a new addition to their family. Like a little kid, I shrieked in delight and said, "A puppy! You got a puppy!" And Meghan laughed a little and said, "Um, no. Not exactly. We got a Roomba!" And I sat in the backseat for a minute trying to figure out if that was some exotic pet like a llama or an alpaca. And then it hit me. She was talking about a Roomba....

So as we sat around chatting that night, I asked Tim to demostrate the Roomba. And Meghan just kind of rolled her eyes and laughed as Tim watched intently as it covered every square inch of the living room. Tim looked over at me and said, "Meghan didn't want it at first but she finally agreed." And I burst out laughing because the only thing I could think was that perhaps Meghan thought Tim said he wanted to get this...(be careful of the volume if you're at work)