Saturday, May 29, 2010

Hot Tubs Foster Friendships

Bobby and I tried once together, and I tried once on my own, and both times the supposedly open pool was closed. Yesterday got up to 90, which, in Colorado, is like 105 in Texas, so the pool was packed all day. We decided to go for some night swimming- the best kind, it's not hot, and you don't have to worry about getting a tan! Oh, right, here's a picture of the pool during the day-

So, we head on down around 9 p.m. and there is a couple in the hot tub. We didn't know the gate code, so they gave it to us, and they promptly started up conversation. There was another guy there, who left and brought back his partner, so the three of us couples hung out talking and laughing for a good few hours. Surprisingly, two of them- Jason and Jenny- had lived in San Angelo and Austin, so we got a good laugh out of talking about how weird Texas can be. Jeff is a police officer, and regaled us with some quality stories, like the time the chick forgot an adult toy was in her purse as it was getting security screened at the courthouse.

By the end of it, we all exchanged numbers, and now there is a tentative date to go out on Jason & Jenny's boat on Sunday. As an interesting side note, Jenny was in the Monday night yoga class Puppy Bob and I went to, so now I know at least *one* woman in the yoga classes is a nice person. Ah, redemption.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Om My Ass

Dear Colorado Ladies in my Yoga Class-

Please don't push me to the side and step on my feet as you clamor for "your spot" on the dirty gym floor at 24 Hour Fitness. Speaking of dirty, please don't walk on my yoga mat with your pink sneakers ON, and actually, even barefoot, it's just kind of weird to walk on my mat not once, but twice. You know who you are.

Also, specifically, Ms. Yoga Master Supreme, please don't come into class 10 minutes late, get directly in front of me, and snap out your mat in my face as I'm in Down Dog, overlapping the end of your mat with the front of mine, and causing me to have to move consequently awkwardly close to another fantastically friendly lady in class. Speaking of friendly, I appreciate all the nice eye rolls in response to my polite "hello there" smiles. That was super sweet, thank you college girls in full makeup and messy ponytails and diamond studs!

Overall, thanks for the warm welcome to a new city ladies.

Namaste bitches,

That chick from Texas

Thursday, May 27, 2010


Apparently, anything can be a mustache these days, so why the hell not a pool stick? Or what about the newest thang, the ironic pool triangle goatee?

Hipsters. Can't live with 'em, sometimes can't tell if they live in a gutter. What can you do other than make a lil' fun of it? Exactly.

Also, no this isn't real post. Thanks for noticing.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Officially in Colorado!

I've been here a week and a day, and I finally have time to update this thing.

We got into town last Sunday night, and Monday I woke up sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. Thanks for welcoming me to Colorado stomach flu, you're a real peach. I didn't feel better until Wednesday afternoon, but after that I still had a lingering blech feeling due to some altitude sickness, adjusting to the time/temperature/light change as well, and oh yes, also realizing I had just moved across three states with Bobby. Of course, I realized it before, but doing it really brought it home... or... away from home as the case may be.

Bobby had been here for a month but wanted my input on setting things up, plus we brought a station wagon full of the rest of my stuff, so I spent Wed, Thurs, and Fri unpacking/cleaning/organizing, and then on Saturday we hit up the thrift stores for living room furniture. I'm just going to say, we scored an awesome haul, and our entire set up- two loveseats, chair, and wooden bookshelf- all came in under $50. Puuuurrfect.

Right now, I'm too lazy to deal with Blogger's annoying way of making uploading photos the most laborious task on the planet, so posts with more photos and less words will be coming shortly. For now, I'm exhausted, my teeth STILL. HURT. DANGIT. and it's time to be asleep :)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Wildflowers, by Lindsay

Our awesome friend Lindsay so very kindly took these of us the Saturday before Puppy Bob headed out to Colorado. I love them so very, very much.


Last week, having nothing better to do, I logged into my myspace account for the first time in a year to read over my old blog. I resisted myspace as long as I could, but by January of '06 I had been in Japan for 4 of the 12 months I would be living there, and it was clear myspace was my best bet for communicating with friends. Plus, thanks to the blog feature, I could just update whatever nonsense I thought was important enough to talk about, and I knew everyone could read it. I didn't even have to e-mail anyone, it was laziness in communication to the extreme!

Anyway, perusing those old posts made me realize a) when I commit to writing consistently, I'm pretty good at it and b) when I commit to consciously *seeing* and *experiencing* things in my daily life, there are plenty of things to write about. So, I figured that with the move to Colorado I would have a pretty good motivation to commit to writing more on this blog. If anything, it's good practice. Most of the people that read this blog- family, a handful of friends- don't comment as a habit, so it can sometimes feel like I'm writing to myself, but so be it. I like to write, writing likes me, and I'll soon have more obviously write-about-worthy things going on. Like I said, I'm sure I could write more now, it's just not as apparent. A move, a change of scenery, and a new adventure will all be good source material.

So, my dear blog, I commit to you more fully. I promise I'll stop dropping in randomly after weeks of no communication. That's no way to have a relationship. I'll try to be better, I promise.

For now, I did dishes for the first time in a week about an hour ago, and the moldy cranberry bread toast remnants I found sandwiched between my sink and a dirty plate were traumatic enough in the cleaning process to require an immediate shower. So off I go. G'night kittens.