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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Request

"Hey, do me a solid and get me a Beggin' Strip. I'm so hungry I can hardly hold up my head. These brown eyes are only going to get sadder the longer I have to wait."

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I went to Chicago for vacation and went sailing. It was as fantastic as I thought it would be and I will be going again. Not sure when as there aren't many regatta galas here in the greater Denver metro area, but I'll figure it out.

I've been working on the new house. Still. *sigh*

But I still love it more than just about anything else. Except for the brown dog. I still heart him above all others. He's doing quite well, too. Thanks for asking! He's just been playing some ball and enjoying summer.

I turn 33 next week and two of the best people I know are coming in for my party this weekend. I'm having a housewarming/birthday extravaganza this coming weekend and while trying to plan the menu I've also been wondering how the hell I became 33. Because in my head, I'm still like, 25. Don't get me wrong, my thirties haven't been bad, it's just so odd to think that I'm going to be 33. Thirty-three. Whew, I need to lie down for a minute.

In other news, I cannot get enough sugar snap peas or bing cherries lately. I sit on my porch swing and eat one or the other almost every night.

Life is pretty good.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Getting Settled

The brown dog still goes to the front door when he needs to go out because he forgets that he has a big backyard these days. And I need a step stool to reach the blinds in the kitchen thanks to the 9' ceilings. But other than that, we're settling in quite nicely.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Will the World's Worst Blogger Please Stand Up?

Ok, you can't see it but I'm standing.

And now I'm sitting because, lordy, it's hard typing while standing. And because I'm lazy.

So I realize I said I was back to blogging and for a while there I was doing ok. I was going to write all about what had been going on and explain everything. And at first it was going ok. But then it began feeling like a chore; like something I had to do. Telling the whole story just seemed to wear on me. So I stopped. And what I decided was that I don't have to tell the whole story because I lived it. Now, because I'm me, chances are good I will eventually tell the whole story because I think there's some value in telling in, for me I mean. Maybe not so much for you. But right now it just seems like too much to go into. So I think I'll write about whatever.

Without further ado, I give you whatever...

Most all-consuming thing in my life right now:

Finding a new house. I realize it's a buyers market so I'm lucky in that regard. But finding something that has everything I want, in a neighborhood I love is tough. Wait, let me amend that. Find what I want in the right neighborhood is pretty easy, it's paying for it that's not quite as simple. Turns out, I have excellent taste. And said excellent taste doesn't come with a cheap price tag. Go figure. And then there's the whole thing of buying by myself. And yes, I know I should be proud of myself for being able to do it by myself; for saving enough money for a lovely down payment; for getting to a point in my career where my salary will cover a bigger mortgage and still let me buy shoes and take vacations. But then there's the part of me that thinks, "All of the houses you love are nearly 100 years old and though they've been updated, a million things could go wrong and then there you are up shit creek without a paddle...or a clue as to how to fix the thing that is wrong. And if something goes wrong, you have to fix it all by yourself. Because you are the crazy girl who bought a 100 year old house by yourself. By yourself. All by yourself." And then I start singing "All by mysel-he-helf...don't want to be...all by mysellllllllllf. ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Yes, I'd like some cheese with my whine.

Super-exciting vacation:

A wonderful trip to Arizona with both of my sister for a long weekend o' fun. Grand Canyon, sunshine, stupid inside jokes, awesome meals, hiking, star-gazing. Oh, doesn't all sound wonderful??? And I'm sure it would have been had the mother-trucking Spring Blizzard of 2009 not hit Denver last Thursday. Our flight was cancelled (as were 499 others out of DIA that day) and wonderful Southwest Airlines couldn't get us to Phoenix until Saturday night. Which was somewhat inconvenient seeing as how we were supposed to fly back Sunday afternoon. Oh the little grey cloud that settled over my head! And if you think one depressed KC is bad, you should see 3. (Yes, we all have the initials KC. Because we're that kind of family. Feel free to wretch a little.) So anyway, my vacation was a bust. But I think the three of us have decided to take white water rafting trip this summer as a replacement vacation. It will be hard for Mother Nature to throw a blizzard our way in July so we feel we've outsmarted her.

Recent Project:

Because I'm a dork who enjoys having a project going at all times. The latest and greatest is the Great Purge of 2009. I'm getting rid of crap. Lots of crap. This little project has been going on for a while but I'm at it with a vengeance now. I don't want to have to move a bunch of stuff I don't need. A sentimental pack-rat by nature, it's difficult for me to part with anything. Actual things uttered/thought by me in this process:

"Oh my god, I can't get rid of this Valentine's Day card from my 4th grade boyfriend!"

"These are the keys from the Saab I had in college. Sure I got rid of that car 8 years ago but who knows if I might need the keys again someday..."
"I know these jeans will fit again. I just know it!"

"I have no idea who most of the people in this picture are but if I took a picture of them they must have meant something at the time."

My newest method of expunging is to ask myself "Would you rescue this in a fire?" If this answer is no, it goes. This is particularly difficult when it comes to my shoes and purses. Because that's a sick sort of Sophie's Choice; I love them all.

Menfolk:

Do you hear the crickets? Yeah, me too.

If one more person tells me that want to set me up with a guy, I might scream. Not because I'm opposed to the idea of a set-up, but because when I ask why they think we might hit it off the answer is almost always, "Well, you're both single and fill-in-the-afterthoughts-here". To me that's like saying, "Well, you both have pulses!" Tell me he's hilarious and kind. Tell me he loves the outdoors and cooking. Dazzle me with his love of travel or the fact that he's always wanted a lab-mix rescue dog. But just saying he's single is about as sexy as telling me that he usually keeps his ball-scratching to a minimum on first dates.

Upcoming Travel:

Palm to the Springs. Becki's wedding is in three weeks and I cannot wait for five days in Palm Springs with some of my oldest and dearest friends. Becki was kind enough to let me pick my own dress (a perk of being the Maid of Honor) and it's cute and comfortable which is a huge plus. We're staying at some swanky hotel (Palm Springs knows how to do swank) and there are 101 fun activities planned. So unless that heartless bitch (aka Mother Nature) decides to stir up another storm, this should be a damn good time.

Super-secret Shame:

Don't judge harshly but I've been reading the Twilight series. I realize I'm 32 and not 14 but they're really addictive. And even worse, I download Taylor Swift's 'Love Story' and have been listening to it for the last two days. If this keeps up I'll be at the new Hannah Montana movie next weekend.

Barley:

Still as brown as ever.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Evolution

On his nametag: Barley

Things I may call him on any given day:

Bar

Barleycorn

Corn

Cornhole

Cornholio

Brown

Little Brown Dog

Bar-bar

Bubba

Baba

Baba ganoush

Buddy

The boy

What I love best:

He answers to all of them

Monday, September 03, 2007

How I Spent my Labor Day Weekend

Camping trip was awesome and besides the fact that after lathering, rinsing and repeating my hair still smells like a campfire, I had a great time with the crew while hanging out on the side of a mountain for a few days.

I spent a few hours at REI on Friday night getting a few things for the trip. I got a new North Face backpack which is the campers equivalent of the little black dress - total necessity. I also got a headlamp. I didn't get a picture of me wearing it which is a real shame because I looked really cool in it. And by "cool" I mean "silly girl with a spotlight strapped to her forehead making her look somewhat like a cyclops". But it came in handy when hiking up to the bathrooms at 3am after too many beers and Mike's deadly bloody mary's.

And now, on to the photos.

While everyone else set up camp...

...Eric and I focused on the important things - like making sure our beer was cold.

This was the view from my tent...

Later it was time to eat so the boys did what boys do best - they threw some meat over an open flame...

And the girls did what we do best - we drank...
(Sidebar: Despite evidence to the contrary, we're not stoned in this photo, just look like it because the campfire was smoke was in our eyes.)

We hiked part of Mt. Bierstadt the next day but only did about five miles because the storm clouds were rolling in. Didn't think it would be good to have a bunch of hungover fools stuck on the mountain during a storm so we headed back to our campsite.

But it sure was pretty up there...

The brown dog had fun, too. Well, except for the part where he almost got swept away in the creek while hiking. Thankfully, Camp Counselor (and Eagle Scout) Tim was there to save him.

We got a little rain but pretty soon it was nice again....

...and we were ready for some fine dining and more time around the camp fire...

We got up this morning and had yet another 5,000 calorie meal, took down our campsites and headed home.

I got home and after a shower that involved using every drop of hot water I had, I promptly curled up on the couch to enjoy a nap. I managed to get up and make myself some dinner but otherwise I have been pretty worthless all evening. Everything I took up there smells like a campfire and my tent is in the basement drying out from the rain we got while trying to pack up. I know I should be tending to all of that but other than writing this post, I have absolutely no motivation to do anything. So, I think I'll climb into bed and enjoy the fact that I can wear boy shorts and a wifebeater tonight instead of long johns, fleece pants, a sweatshirt, a fleece hoodie, two pairs of socks, mittens and a ski cap.