Tribute to My Rockies

I know it's probably lame to most of you that this gives me shivers. I love my Rockies!

A Bone to Pick with the Post Office

I have a letter being held hostage at the Fort Collins post office. I believe it's an invitation to my cousin's wedding shower but I can't be positive. Whatever it is doesn't have enough postage on it so instead of weighing it at the post office it came from, it got ALL the way to Fun Collins and then stopped. If I don't go down to the post office and pay them 17 cents it's getting sent back to the sender.

Does that make sense to you? Because it doesn't to me. It gets all the way to it's destination without enough postage and then gets sent all the way back without enough postage. Just give me the damn envelope!

It says to come get it during post office hours. Oh yea, that should work. Let's see; the post office is opened in Ft. Collins 8-5. Seeing as how I leave Ft. Collins at 6:30 and don't get home until 6:30, I think there's a conflict there.

But, you say, I can go on Saturday. Yes that would work...if I remember to!

Stupid USPS

PLAY BALL!

That's right, folks. Today is Opening Day for baseball and I'm so extremely excited. Nothing says spring time quite like grown men in matching outfits, swinging bats and touching each others butts. I love baseball :)

Pet Peeves

I realized today I have a few pet peeves. One is office supply related. It bugs me to bits when people use the wrong size binder clip or paper clip to keep things together. For example, if you have 6 pieces of paper, use a paper clip. If you MUST use a binder clip use the smallest possible size. Or if you're clipping 15 pieces of paper together do NOT use a binder clip capable of holding quadruple that amount. Please. Stop.

This picture is a little blurry but this is what it looks like when six pieces of paper are in a binder clip made for 50 pieces of paper.

The other thing that just kills me is people who are too stupid to figure out how to put license plate stickers on a license plate correctly. I don't understand how this happens. The registration paper that comes with the stickers even has a diagram of where to put the stickers. Yet people continue to be blissfully unaware that they're idiots.

I MAY let it slide for the year and the month to be on the wrong sides. However it is completely unacceptable for the stickers to be at the TOP of the license plate, in the middle of the license plate, each year on a different corner (instead of on top of last years' sticker), etc. etc.

However, I will cut you some slack if this is your license plate. Steve and I saw this on a Dodge Magnum on The Strip in Vegas on our honeymoon. This guy is awesome. More awesome than you. Just ask him.

I Feel Old

Enough Said.

March Madness! Oh yea, and Spring

Sad but true. Today is the first day of Spring and what will I be doing tonight? I will be parked in a booth, eating wings and watching basketball with my Dad. Why not with my dear husband, you may ask? Because my dear husband is actually going to some of the games...without me...with his Dad. I know, I was shocked he's going without me too. But sacrafices need to be made in a marriage That's what it's all about folks.

I've filled out my brackets and have UCLA going all the way. We'll see if that works out. Come on Kevin Love, you can do it!

Oh yea, and happy first day of Spring. I will celebrate it by going for a walk at lunch in the sun! I'm loving the warm weather!

And now for a moment of silence for Syracuse basketball. They didn't make the tournament but they are #1 in the loser bracket! Let us bow our heads...

Numero Tres for today

Wow, three blogs in one day. Apparently I'm not keeping myself busy at work!! I digress.

I believe in tit for tat. Since I'm obsessed with celebrity gossip in the form of magazines and online sites (thank you Perez Hilton) I decided I needed to balance out all the trash I read with something that will expand my mind as well. I chose to read more books.

I love to read and I always have. So starting this past January, Steve and I got crazy and got library cards! I know, we're thrill-seekers. So far I'm averaging two books a month. That doesn't mean I read one every two weeks; some only take one week, some take longer if I'm busy or the book is not as easy to get through.

Research has shown that people who read more books have a better vocabulary and are more worldly. However, that doesn't apply to people who only read ONE type of book, or read mostly Chick-lit. I happen to read many different kinds.

This next statement is going to sound nerdy and I admit that. I joined this cool website called goodreads.com where you can track all the books you've read, all the ones you want to read, write what you thought about a particular book, etc. It's neato :)

So far this year I've read:
Confederates In the Attic
The Nazi Officers Wife
A Mighty Heart
The Memory Keepers Daughter

I'm currently reading:
Class Matters- It's a book of essays that ran in the NYTimes about different classes in the US and what that means for health care, education, offspring, etc. Very interesting.

As you can see my tastes are all over the place :) And that's not even the tip of the iceberg.

It it plegm or flem?

Everyone around me lately has been sick; people in my van, people at work, people in stores. It's terrible. And to top it off, I'm allergic to cigarette smoke and a lady in my van is a smoker. She has a cig right before getting in the van so every commute home, my throat starts to get scratchy and my eyes start to itch.

Do you ever have that feeling like your lungs are on fire and your throat is closing up? Pretty picture, eh? Well that's what I feel like right now. Between the cigarette smoke and the fact everyone seems to have the flu, I'm trying desperately to ward off the cold I seem to be getting.

I will be damned if my three day weekend turns into a sick weekend.

<-----Screw a flu shot, I"m getting myself one of these

Say It Ain't So!

If gas gets to be $4 per gallon like they're predicting, what am I supposed to do? Give up my HD programming? That's blasphemy, I say!

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I have been banned from WebMD by Steve. I believe this is because I come home every few days with a new "diagnosis". If I have a headache or my leg hurts or my eyes are unexplicably hurting I make my way to WebMD and try to figure out what it is. I've come home with many diseases but I think Steve finally drew the line when I came home with some disease that only affects Chickens.....in Asia.....in the 1500's.

Kiss Me, I'm Part Irish

Happy St. Patty's Day everyone! I love this day because 1) it gives me an excuse to wear green. 2) The only gene larger than my Irish one is my Italian. I don't have to pretend to be Irish because I already am. You're jealous I know. 3) Today is my New York Grandma Anne's birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!!

So for all of you that think that Irishmen just drink and fight I give you Flogging Molly's "Drink and Fight" because we Irish love our beer and heaven help you if you do something to make us mad, like walk by :)

Weekend Update

Let me tell you about my incredibly exciting weekend. Trust me, you'll be green with envy and not just because it's St. Patrick's Day.

First, Steve and I cleaned the house. Now, most people might say this is boring or terrible but not I! I love a clean house, I love cleaning and organizing my house and there's no better feeling than starting a lazy weekend with a clean, uncluttered living room. Like someone once said, "An uncluttered house makes for an uncluttered mind."

Then we really got wild by going to Comcast and getting a new remote control. *gasp* This was exciting because our volume button on the old remote had ceased working and that was just not acceptable. So I'm happy now with my new, volume-working remote.

We felt like mere teenagers again when we went to King Soopers to get groceries and gas. I have to get gas there because it's 10 cents cheaper than everywhere else with my grocery purchases.

I know, you're jealous. It's okay :)

Why I'm a Nerd and My Husband Loves Me Anyway

So I've had an eye opening reality. As much as I'd like to think I'm cool, hip, jiggy, pimp, down, crunk, superfly, off the chain or whatever the kids are saying these days, it's just not true. This realization comes three fold:

1) I received a degree in journalism from UNC. I love words and I love writing. It's come to my attention that one of my largest pet peeves is people who use bad grammar. Example: "He don't work here no more." Say what, now??? I'm also a grammar nerd. I was going through a closet this past weekend and found my AP Style grammar and writing book. It's full of rules for writing according to AP style. I was elated! I had been looking for this book for a year and was overjoyed I finally found it. I consequently spent the next hour flipping through it. Steve just shook his head and laughed.

2) I was a band nerd in high school and college. This is true and I'm proud of it! I love Broadway and the symphony and marching band shows. I'd also like to be modest but I pretty much rock at playing the flute.

When I was a senior in high school I went to see a show at the Buell Theatre in Denver with some band friends. The show was a broadway show called "Blast!" and it's hard to explain. It's basically indoor, theatrical marching band. It's only brass and percussion and there are lights and props and it's amazing. Well, that was 2001 when I went to see it and it hasn't been back through Colorado since! Well, in three weeks it's back and Steve got me tickets!! He said he'd never seen anyone so exicted about marching band...indoors. :)

3) There is this main street in Ft. Collins called College Avenue. It borders the west edge of the CSU campus and is the busiest damn road in FoCo. Steve and I were driving down it last weekend on our way to Target Boutique and we had our windows up. There was a college girl in the car next to us with her windows up yet I could still hear her music perfectly. I looked over and Steve and said, "Does her music really need to be that loud?" Steve looked at me like I had three heads, laughed and said "Did you seriously just say that? How old are you??"

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I would like to say this doesn't remind me of Steve and myself but that would be lying. And I don't lie.....ever.

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This is funny to me because we all know those people. Every time they have a status update it means they have to profess their undying (read: gross and lame) love to the person they are currently dating. You know what I'm talking about! Every single time it's something along the lines of: "Sally is totally in love with Josh" "Sally has the best boyfriend ever" "Sally can't wait to be with her adorable boyfriend again" "Sally's boyfriend is the hottest guy ever!" Well, Sally is probably scaring Josh off with her insanity!

And after a few days of reading these declarations of love you really just want to poke something sharp through your eyes so you don't have to read it anymore.

Great, you love someone. Wonderful, you finally found someone to put up with you long enough to date. But for the love of everything holy, do you need to plaster it all over your Facebook and subject everyone to your crazy stalker ways? In the words of Napoleon Dynamite: "Gosh!"

Spring Time

Every time I hear the phrase "spring time" I think of a particular little ditty from The Producers. If you know what I'm talking about, you think it's funny too. If you don't, well...that sucks for you :)

Anywho, yesterday was so beautiful and warm here in Colorado. I went for a walk at lunch in short sleeves and was actually hot. The sun and all the people in the park were just such a shot of happiness that I really needed. It got me thinking of all the things I need (well....want) for Spring/Summer:

Flip-flops are the quintessential item for summer. I live in them and love them! They're comfy and casual. I think I need, mmmmm, about 6 pairs for the summer. Sounds about right.



A snazzy new summer purse needs to be had as well. You can't possibly expect a girl to use the same purse two seasons in a row, can you??



This summer I'd like lounge outside under a canopy in my new (albeit, expensive) patio furniture. A girl can dream, can't she?



And I can't possibly live another day without my very own margarita maker.



Yay for Spring!

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This is going to be new and different every day depending on my mood and what's going on around me or in my life :)

My Babies

LITTLE TITLEIST


"I'm too sexy for my cat..."



Titleist says "I'm not spoiled, but this is the life"



BABY PALI


"What? I'm not supposed to be inside the couch?"



"These my shoes"--Pali

Weekend Update

This weekend was rather uneventful, really. Steve played basketball, I went for a walk, we cleaned the house...and oh yea, some creepy guy tried to come into our house.

This is how it went:
Steve and I are lounging on the couch, watching television and trying to adjust to the fact that it was 5:00, not 4:00 (stupid time change!). Someone knocks on our door and it's this just-barely 20-year-old lookin' kid. He hands Steve a roll of paper towels and asks if we have a few minutes to take a survery. Begrudgingly, we say yes. About this time, I notice a beat-up, champagne colored minivan with an older gentleman in it parked in front of our neighbors house. Well, this 20-something goes up to this van, pulls a long cardboard box out of the back and starts walking back to our house.

I shot Steve a "WTF is going on?" look and he made me go inside. This kid then proceeds to tell Steve he needs to come in for a few minutes and set the demonstration up in our kitchen. Steve says no. The kid starts to get defensive and say "Aw, bro, you said you'd take the survey. Now if I could just come in for a minute, it won't take long." Steve says he can't come in the house. He throws every excuse at this guy: We're about to leave. We work hard all weekend and just want to be left alone on a Sunday afternoon. We have a large dog that likes to hump people (we don't, actually). NOTHING was working!!

So Steve eventually gives him back the paper towel and tells him he's just not interested. The guy goes on and on "Man, bro. I'm trying to work hard too and you don't have 5 minutes? My boss really needs people and their opinions, bro" Steve says he does on the porch, not in the house.

The kid takes god-knows-what in the cardboard box and stacks it back up in the van. At this time I'm looking out the window getting the license plate number. I notice that there are four different Abercrombie & Fitch reject looking boys combing the houses on the block. I see them ring the doorbell, hand homeowner paper towel, walk to van and get cardboard, walk back to door, stand for a minute, walk back to van with said cardboard and go on to the next house. I HAVE SMART NEIGHBORS!!

No one lets those guys in. The van didn't even have hubcaps! We called the HOA who ended up calling the police. The police patrolled the neighborhood for the guys but didn't find them.

My husband is somewhat of a salesman (albeit, not door-to-door) but give me a break! You interrupt my peaceful SUnday afternoon to either
1) have some fake shit in a box, we let you in, you rob us.
2) throw something on my carpet or sofa or whatever and watch the magic whatever you're selling get it out.

Moral of the story: Don't call my husband "bro". You'll get nowhere. :)

Basketball and Such

Steve and I went to the Nuggest/Suns basketball game last night and in short, it rocked! Those are my two favorite teams in the NBA and I was in awe of Steve Nash, Shaq Daddy, Grant Hill and Stoudemire! I've never seen any of them in person and it was awesome. The Nuggets schooled the Suns and it was a very exciting game. Except for one thing.....

I had a chatty Cathy next to me. I was not surprised...let me give you some back story:
My dad and Steve have a joke that it never fails, no matter what sporting event we're at the annoying people who don't watch the game and gab the whole time are always next to or near me. It kills me because then all I can focus on is their convo. At one particular Rockies game, there were a few single women sitting in front of us and they were talking very loudly. I found out the blonde one was getting divorced and just wanted to go out, get drunk and screw someone. Well, that's lovely.

Anyway, at the Nuggets game, Miss Chatty McChatterson was on, what I'm guessing, was a second or third date. She got chinese food (it was Club Level) and proceeded to talk the whole....freaking....time! I learned about Kaiser Permanente, everything there is to know about Buddy Passes at Winter Park, some lawyer friend, "how dumb people can be", and just how annoying her cackling voice/laugh can really be after 45 minutes. I felt for the guy, I really did. But it's HIS fault she was there. That is, until there was a really great play on the court, I yelled (yay! woohoo!) and then got a dirty look from him like I was interrupting something with my yells.

Well excuuuuse me! I thought I was at a very exciting game but maybe I was wrong. I didn't realize the ENTIRE arena was there to cater to your date gabbing about her braces when she was 15 years old. Maybe I should just sit here quietly and pretend the world revolves around you. Would that make you feel better??

Anywho, Steve switched spots with me at halftime to put me out of arm swinging distance and I could focus on the game a little better. The Nuggets won, yay! So it was a nice late anniversary date :)

<----Game Action!
<---Steve Nash warming up.
<--- It's go time!

Two Years and Counting

Steve and I have been married for two years today. I can't believe it's been two years already but in another way I can't believe it's been only two years. We've accomplished so much since March 2006. Steve got transferred to Vail so we lived there about 7 months. I worked at a music festival and met some awesome people. Then Steve got offered a job in Ft. Collins so we decided to buy a house and move. We became home owners and I started working at 1st Bank, hated it and got my old job back at the place I am now.

Steve and I have had a lot of great times, silly things, fights, and love. I've fallen in love with him over and over again. My favorite part of any day is getting to come home to our warm house and being with Steve. He's my best friend, my partner in crime and the only person who truly understands who I am (and loves me anyway, HA!)

I learn new things about him every day but we face life together. Two years down, a lifetime to go.



This is the song Steve and I walked back up the aisle to after we were married :) (ignore the pictures in the video!)

Random Observation

Lives around me play out like soap operas and I am merely a viewer.