remember...

It snowed most of the weekend and most of today. The kind of dark cloudy snowfall that makes you want to hunker down in piles of blankets and snuggle the day away. I guess having a job sort of prevents the ever-so-coveted snow days. I miss snow days.

happy holliday!...

I saw Matt Holliday at Chipotle today. I actually didn't believe it at first and did a double when I saw him in line. He's the 27 year old Rockies left fielder who has the leading League batting average, was the NL MVP, and, well, he's gorgeous. Of all Rockies players, Holliday is the one who has all the ladies drooling. Uh... except he's already married. With two kids.

So, I didn't know what to do in this situations. I don't run into people I see on TV very often, and I didn't want to bombard and bugger him, but I wanted to do something. I was nervous. My heart was pounding and my right leg started quivering - seriously. I felt like a twelve year-old with a school crush.

I congratulated him on his season and stuck out my hand so he had to shake it. He said thanks with a huge smile. He has great teeth.

Then I called all my friends, and we screamed like hormone-laden teenagers.

rocktober...

Sorry Rockies - what an awesome run while it lasted. And we loved watching amazing game followed by amazing game, leading to the World Series. The loss tonight was a bummer. We were crossing our fingers that it wouldn't be a sweep. For many reasons. One of them being the many many hours consumed trying to score WS tickets. Which was basically two straight days of complete unproductivity as employees around the state hit refresh for hours (literally) in hopes of ticket success. Out of everyone I knew (which was basically everyone I know) trying, the only person to succeed was my mom. My mom! She took time during work to order tickets for baseball history. Trust me, this was no easy feat, and now my friends here think she's even more awesome than before. The sad part of the story? We had tickets to Monday's game. But Monday's game is no more. The Sox walloped us 4-0 in the series, so it's bye-bye Monday baseball game, bye-bye Rockies World Series.

That's okay. There's always next year. And by then I think we'll have all the kinks worked out.

Pictured above are ten girls (well nine, the tenth is taking the picture and, for obvious reasons, not technically pictured) smashed on our couches, cheering the Rocks on for a victory tonight. Perhaps we didn't cheer loud enough...

gone...

We had our first snow of the season this morning. It was incredibly. Even a bit surreal. Yesterday my face was sunburned while we were at the park paddling around on the lake... and today big white fluffy snowflakes were floating all around.

The change in weather reminds me that life is always changing. Like it or not, ready or not - here it comes. Recently I've been thinking back to about year ago. My last summer in Manhattan. I had no idea what was ahead. None of us did. Everyone was graduating, moving, testing their wings. What would happen, where would we go, who would we meet, who would we become? We made promises to keep in touch. We made promises to write, to visit, to not let life get too far away. The weeks before I left I would lock myself in my room with tears pouring down my cheeks. I didn't cry for what was ahead. I wasn't worried about what was to come. I would cry for what I was losing. From what I was leaving. The familiar faces. The familiar conversations. The annoying yet comforting drama of college relationships. The friendships that had grown into family.

Now it's rare that I cry for what is lost. I guess it's a part of leaving you have to get used to. So I'm trying. But no matter how much I know things change as time marches on, some of the changes aren't very easy understand, and very hard to accept. Some of the changes don't make sense - some of the things I expected to stay the same, wanted to stay the same, didn't. And I guess those are the hardest to swallow. Like a big lump that gets stuck right in the middle of your throat, and no amount of water seems to wash it down.

I wish when we talked it didn't feel like we were strangers. I hate that it's awkward, that I don't know what to say. I hate that we didn't keep in better touch. I just want to know how you are. How you really are. Just like we used to do.

get out your brooms...

Rockies S-W-E-E-P! Holy buckets we're going to the World Series!!

vindicated...

I got the internet on my computer today! Yep, I finally ponied up, admitted there was no nerdy boyfriend around to figure it out for me, and bought a wireless router. Turns out there's instructional software included that walks you right through the process. And this whole time I've been dragging my feet and putting it off because I feared the installation process. I'd never had to do it before - there was always my brother or a neighbor to hook me up - and all these technology doo-hickies make me nervous.

Turns out I'm not as dependent as originally thought. And I uh... only had to call IT support once.

caught the bug...

So today was a beautiful day, followed by a lovely endorphin kick. I attended a cheesy motivation speaker before lunch, who encouraged us to be fully engaged and unique in our jobs, and to serve others instead of seeking self-interest. And he kept mentioning how we all run around 100 mph with our hair on fire. That kind of made me giggle. My boss took us out for lunch to Spicy Pickle afterward (which is my absolute favorite deli) and the rest of the day flew by. Work was followed by an hour of hot yoga, where I sweated out possibly all the liquids I'd consumed throughout the day, and maybe even the day before. Seriously, water completely running down my chin, bangs all crazy because my forehead was liquefied... you get the picture.

Our last fall frisbee game was tonight too, and we were playing against a team with all our friends on it. Which can be a little awkward defending someone you know, wheezing on them because you're so gosh darn winded from running back and forth across the field, wishing you had some Scope to swish around... anyway we really wanted to win because they'd had a great season and we'd, well, had a losing season. So, moral of the story, we played really strong, held them until the last 15 minutes, but lost in the end. I was really proud of us though. And I finally played well too - first assist to a touchdown of the evening. Yesssss.

So awhile ago I was just driving home, smiling like a nerd. I really like it here. I really, really do.

buy me some peanuts...

Rockies sweep!

Holy buckets, the Rockies sweep!

freeze frame...

Still no Internet, so blogging has been far and few between. Actually, the problem is no wireless router and no wireless card. So, while we do have Internet on one centrally located computer, for now mine is only useful for viewing photos and typing word documents.

So, the summer is over. Okay, let's all take a moment. I don't like it when summer is over! There are still things I want to do and see. Still things on the list I haven't checked off. Still many more sunny days I'd like to soak up.

I guess now it's time for fall foliage hikes, when all the aspens are changing crazy colors and the evergreens are, well, still green. Everyone teases me when I say fall foliage. I get it from my dad. He likes foliage tours.

And then there's skiing. Yippeeeee!I'm ready to go for the season. Well, all except my mountain passes. Minor details. A few weeks ago Sara and I (the awesome girl I work with that took Devin's place) went to Sniagrab, which is bargains spelled backwards. It's this once-a-year sale at a sporting goods store on all their last season sports equipment, and you can find some great discounts (up to 70% I think). This store smashes racks upon racks of coats, pants, gloves, hats, and any other item you can imagine, along with skis, boards, and boots into a huge covered parking lot. People camp outside in tents for days (not kidding - some people had been there for over three) and when the flood gates open the first day of the sale, it is pure mania inside.

Well, lucky for us we received a pre-sale entrance from work the day before all craziness, so our supervisor Allison, who is absolutely amazing, p.s., let us leave work to hit up some good bargains. I was looking for ski pants and a coat because I'd been using mine since high school, and they were both looking pretty worn. I ended up with a coat and some sweet goggles, and still spent way too much moolah, so I'm holding off on the pants for now.

Making our way around even that day was a little crazy. The dressing rooms are makeshift and we were both sweating as we pulled on pair after pair of pants and coats. And there are people everywhere! So we had an adventure. It's kind of one of those things you have to try at least once, just for the experience. Now I'm itching to try out my new gear - hopefully Nov. 2. That's opening day on the slopes, so I figure, why not. My roommate's brother lives in WinterPark so we're hoping to crash there for the weekend. Hopefully the mountains will have snow by then!

A few other things that have happened recently...

- I finally got to hang out with family and friends at Wilson Lake in KS. It was a-w-e-s-o-m-e. Great weather, great skiing and knee boarding, and an excellent time just relaxing with everyone in the water. The thing I miss most while in Colorado is easy access to numerous lakes like there are in Kansas. I was so happy to even go once this year, but if I had my way I'd be on the water every other weekend. We camped in tents and barbecued for dinner. Mom even spoiled us by bringing all the ingredients for homemade ice cream. There is nothing better on a warm Kansas night.

- My to-do list has had "attend a Red Rocks concert" on it for quite some time now, and the weekend my parents came up to help me move, we headed there with a group of my friends to see "1964 the Tribute". They are a world famous Beatles cover band, who dress and talk just like them. Red Rocks is an outdoor concert venue with a natural amphitheatre. The scene is breathtaking, and as night falls you can watch the city lights of Denver come alive from afar. The concert was a blast, and it was great to see my mom and dad come alive as music from their past was relived. (They were a little too young for the real Beatles craze, but since the music is timeless...)

- Last weekend was back to KS for my Grandpa's farm sale. Grandpa's been gone for over a year now, and Grandma decided it would be best to take care of the things she could no longer use. It was fun to be back. My brother came down too, and I'm always super thankful for any time I can spend with him. We dug through boxes of Grandpa's tools and treasures, bid on a few items, and goofed off. I won an old metal bucket that was used to store coal the family had for the old stove in the wash house. It even had two large chunks of real coal inside! Next spring I'll plant it with flowers. Among other things, Justin got an ah-oogah horn. I have no idea how to spell it, but it makes that ah-oogah noise when you beep it - pretty cool! It was weird to see all the old tractors being sold off the farm, but it was also pretty cool to look at all the stuff my Grandpa had. My mom and her sisters found things in the barn they hadn't thought about for years, and it was so fun to see their faces light up as they remembered stories from their childhood from the old toys and such.

- Last night I went to a wedding here of some friends of mine. It was a blast. Five of us girls went together and we giggled the entire car ride to and from (it ended up being quite far from where anyone lived). The ceremony was beautiful - most likely because the couple is incredible. Both of them are amazing people. And the reception was a blast. It was dancing from the very first song to the last, and the dance floor was packed. At most times through the night no one was even in their seats. The air conditioning was either not on or broken, so we were all sweaty and sopping wet, but having a ball. This morning my arms ache from swing dancing. Hey, every girl loves a good twirl.

That sort of sums up what's been going on as of late. Life has been great with my new roommates, and I'm hoping today I can unpack and organize the last couple of boxes I've been hiding. The job is good too. The HR Director, as in big deal Director of the entire company's HR, got in a mini tug-of-war with my supervisor (and my arms) as she tried to win me over to their side of the working world. A new position was posted for and she wanted me in that spot, which is a flattering but awkward place to be in!

I'll keep you posted on how it turns out. So until next time...

get around...

Hi. I still don't have Internet. Well, not technically. My computer pieces are still in a box. Actually most of my life is in a box at the moment. Which has been quite chaotic the past few days. Monday morning I dug around for ten minutes trying to find a bra (which is precious time when your sometimes - cough - running a tight schedule anyway), grabbed a tank top out of the dirty clothes hamper, and tried to pull myself together with shiny lip gloss (maybe it would detract from my smooshed together ensemble). I drove to a new office space to unpack more boxes (seriously, I should be having nightmares about cardboard by now), and have yet to settle into either space yet.

The great news is I have three awesome roommates. And so far I'm adjusting back to community life pretty well... haven't even left my pajamas in the bathroom yet. The great thing is I'm remembering all the wonderful reasons having roommates is so, well, wonderful. For example, Bridgette knocked quietly on my door this morning to wake me up in time for the lunar eclipse. We ran out in the dark in our bare feet through the wet grass to get a peek. I felt like a kid again. It was great.

So anyway, until sometime - maybe next week hopefully - my boxes will be put away (that sounded confident... right?), I will have Internet again, and my life will be somewhat back to normal.

Side note - I miss my Kansas friends (and those temporarily in IL). We'll talk soon when things aren't so hectic! And I'll be in KS soon - just not far enough east. But I finally finally get to go to the lake and play in the water this weekend!

i've got sunshine...

Hi. I'm supposed to be packing, but... it's not happening. So here's the scoop on our vacation instead. It was awesome. We ended up traveling over 3000 miles, through eight states, and had lots of bonding-time in the car. It was a bit nuts. There are many stories, but I'll give you a quick run down. The trip started with a four-hour delayed plane ride back from Phoenix. Poor Maggie and Laura waited in the airport parking lot for hours, all packed up and ready to go. I thought I would never get there. We left Denver on Thursday at 10pm, drove in three-hour shifts through the night, and made it to Portland by 7pm on Saturday. ...And only ran over one deer in the process. Yikes.
In the next few days we worked our way through Oregon and California along the Pacific Coast Highway (my first time to CA and the Pacific), stopping in the Redwood Forest, driving through a tree, and ending up at a campground 30 miles north of San Francisco. The next day was full of all-out tourist attractions, with rides on the street car, cable car, and over the Golden Gate Bridge. It is such a cool city! Along the way we picked up another friend at the San Jose airport and stopped at a friend's house in Carmel. Another first - riding a yellow banana tandem bike. Let me tell you - not as easy as it looks!
On our way back home we stayed on the strip in Las Vegas - New York, New York - and, being the big spender of the group, I gambled away $2. Maggie did actually make twenty dollars playing Roulette... a win that I claim partial ownership of because I (very convincingly) talked her into quitting while she was ahead.

The last leg of the trip through Nevada, Utah, and Colorado was beautiful (well, minus the Mojave desert) but our hineys were ready to be home. At one point Laura looked over at me and said, "Rachelle, I think you know absolutely everything about me. I've talked about everything. I don't know if I have anything left to say." So we cranked up the NOW 5 CD, listened to the whole thing three more times, and counted mile markers until we were safely home.

And home sweet home it is.

r-e-l-a-x...

Tomorrow starts my big summer traveling extravaganza. Monday through Thursday we're having a work retreat in Scottsdale, AZ (think lots of time at the pool, pedicure, scrumptious food... aahhhh. Okay, and some meetings in-between). Then Laura and Mags are picking me up from the airport Thursday evening, which kicks off our 10-day road trip through the West Coast. Up to Oregon, down the PCH Highway (with a quick stop at the Red Woods), then to San Francisco, and further south to Carmel. We'll meet a Denver friend there who's visiting her parents back home, and eventually mosey our way back to Denver through Las Vegas and Utah. If my calculations are correct, the trip will total more than 3000 miles. Go little car, go!

I will be journaling our travel adventures and experiences along the way, then post them upon our return.

I love vacation.

freedom...

It has been an incredible past couple of days. Saturday evening I went on a police ride-along. Leading up to the adventure I was nervous, but really had no idea what I was getting myself into. The experience was intense - it went from 9pm until 7am Sunday morning. I spent almost ten hours that night with Officer Mike. He works the downtown district, one of the crazier locations, especially on the weekends at Lodo, the bar scene nearby. When I got in the car he said, "Okay, you're going to stick right by me through everything. You can either be behind me or beside me, but stay close, and never get in front of me. If a situation is an extreme safety hazard I'll have you stay in the car, but I doubt that will happen - you can pretty much stick with me the entire time. And I did.

Eye-opening does not begin to describe what I took from that night... the things the police force do to keep us safe is seriously amazing. Sometimes it's easy to get a bad taste in your mouth when the word cops or police are said, but the work they do and the crap they deal with is insane-o. And it's a job that you're constantly on, 100% alert, all the time. There is no slacking, no down time. We didn't stop for coffee. We didn't stop for snacks. We hardly stopped to pee. They work hard, often with little recognition or reward.

I truly encourage everyone to go on a ride-along sometime. See what it's all about. Witness a day (or preferably night) in the life of a cop. I guarantee the experience will leave an impact. A big one.

Another highly anticipated event was Laura's Birthday BBQ Bash yesterday. It was western themed, complete with cornbread, baked beans, cowboy hats and belt buckles. That night we had a bon fire... followed by dancing in the living room. There was a great turn out, and it was a beautiful evening for a party on the lawn.
Today's Fourth of July celebration was awesome too! Laura, Jen, and I drug ourselves out of bed this morning and headed to the park for a game of pick-up ultimate frisbee. In all my modesty I'll proudly note that I scored a few touchdowns, and some assists too. It just feels so good to finally be catching on! Okay, maybe not so humble of me to mention...

Tonight a bunch of us met at another park. There was a symphony orchestra playing until dark, and everyone was welcome to bring a picnic and blankets. We had plenty of food left from the party, so there were burgers and brats for all. Of course before chowing down we played more frisbee. And after the concert we played frisbee again. We played past dark, past the point of really even being able to see the frisbee. But no one wanted to quit. Until an unlucky player suffered a sprained ankle from an unmarked sprinkler head. Youch!

The picture above is of all those who are wearing matching shorts. We thought this was hilarious. There's just something about long, greenish-gray cargo shorts that screams Colorado. In fact, I can't wait to buy another pair. They're good for anything - a weekend hike, lazy days around town... shoot, you wouldn't even get a second look if you wore them to the bars. So versatile. Just another reason I love this beautiful state.

kick it...

This summer is off to a bang. I'm sure most of us were out the gates at a full sprint. But it has brought about good things. New things. And old things. Changes. Colorado is beautiful in the spring. Everyone is outside. Running and hiking and biking and then running some more. It's incredible. Here are some highlights so far.

- Ryan came out to visit. We camped. We hiked. We ran. We attended strange parties. Okay, only one, but just ask him - it was weird. We went to a yard sale and found four awesome chairs. Two wooden. Two for the lawn. I must get pictures posted of the hike. Pretty incredible. Even though we never found that pesky waterfall, I'm 87% sure we saw bear scat. So then we got the heck outta there. But it was a great weekend.

- I'm running my first 5k tomorrow. I realize that to avid runners this is baby stuff. But to me, not so much. I'm hoping it's not blistering hot (102 today!) and that I don't weenie out and walk. More details on that later.

- My living situation is about to change. Soon I will have three new roommates. It's going to be weird having roommates again. I've just gotten so comfortable eating breakfast in my underpants...

- Today was my second real game of ultimate Frisbee (spell-checker said Frisbee should be capitalized. Who knew?). A group of us joined a summer league. We've uh... lost the last two games, but we're showing much improvement. And the guys finally believe I can catch. It's a lot of fun, but holy cow has my respect for soccer players vastly increased. Three runs up and down the field and I'm shot. Can't even breathe. Whew.

- Two new sort-of records in my world were set this week. I watched my car turn over to 100,000 miles yesterday. Everyone keeps asking when I'll get an SUV. And granted, it would be a lot easier to haul lots of gear in a bigger rig, I just can't give up what I've got. She's been so good to me - through mountains, snow and many close calls on the freeways. Plus, I'm possibly a little cheap and would rather not fork over my hard earned dollar on a shiny toy. Which brings me to my second record of sorts. I rarely run my air conditioner. It gets expensive, and I'm hardly home anyway, so I opt for economy over comfort. Tonight I walked in, tossed down my bags, and noticed it was a little stuffy inside. Official thermometer reading? Eighty-nine degrees. Eighty-nine degrees?!. I took a cold shower and kicked on the A/C. Dang.

Okay, so there's lots of other stuff I want to share. But it can be spared for a later date. Enjoy your summer, because it's just not the same with an 8-5. I sure miss lazy afternoons by the pool.

niner...

We went bowling today. In pre-celebration of Laura B.'s birthday. We had sweet shoes, noise makers, hats, and pita-stacked cake with hummus frosting. What more could a girl ask for? There was only one rule - after any strike, spare, or gutterball, the bowler had to bust a dance move. Or cheerleader jump. Laura Z. and I even attempted SNL's "Indian in my Tipi" stunt. Whoops. We'll keep practicing.

Anyway, it was good ol' fashion fun. And I kept consistent with my usual scoring, once again managing not to break 100. Bah! But that's all right. Hopefully my moves made up for it.

boxed wine...

My Grandpa passed away today. Ninety-one years old. It wasn't exactly unexpected. He had been getting weaker, eating less, losing his memory. All signs of an aging body. Him and Grandma were able to live on their own for many years - our family is incredibly blessed. He had just recently been moved to the nursing home. Dad was there visiting this weekend. This morning he just stopped breathing. No pain, no struggle.

Grandpa loved to play cards. Anytime we were there, everyone gathered around the table for many rounds. Usually six-point pitch, also known as cut-throat (which I am realizing is much less frequently played than the similar twelve or thirteen point version). When an awesome stinger was played he would shout "Rowr!" (Kind of like yow, but better.) And he loved a good story. He had a great laugh, and would slap his leg and say "Well ah-be danged" if it had a unexpected or funny ending.

I hate that I now have to write about him in past-tense. I'm sorry Grandpa. How fast that changes...

Every time I came to visit he'd give me a hug then step back to take a look. Making sure I was growing up okay I suppose. Then the conversation would always go a little like this:

Grandpa: You sure are a pretty young lady.
Me: (blushing) Thanks Grandpa.
Grandpa: Got yourself a nice boy yet?
Me: (usually) Nope, not yet.
Grandpa: Why not?
Me: Still waiting for the right one - have to make sure he's a good one you know.
Grandpa: Well that's okay. You still have some time.

My favorite memory of Grandpa happened last year. Most of the family was together for one of the holidays. I can't even remember which one it was - Labor Day maybe. My Uncle Roger was playing the guitar and we were all circled around the living room singing along. It is one of my favorite traditions. Because we sing with our whole hearts, and most of us never quite find the right key. It's a beautiful sight to behold.

Anyway, everyone was singing, smiles dancing on their faces. Grandpa was sitting across from me and he looked up and smiled. A really big smile that lit up his eyes . And I grinned back. In that moment I just felt so happy. Peaceful. He kept looking at me and smiling. And I smiled back. And we kept singing. After the song was finished he leaned over to my dad and asked who that pretty girl sitting across the room was. I couldn't help but smile. His memory was failing but he was still my Grandpa.

Grandpa also loved dancing. He was always out on the floor during weddings, attempting to keep up with the youngin's. I'm really not sure how this started, but somewhere amongst all the cousins getting married, another family tradition was started. Aunt Eileen would send a song request and we'd all gather in a circle as the DJ blasted John Michael Montgomery's "Sold" over the speakers. Each person had a chance to give a dance performance in the middle of the circle. And boy did the crowd ever whoop and holler and cheer each contestant on. Grandpa always took a turn - smiling the whole way through. He was a sure crowd pleaser every time.

Grandpa I miss you. I wish I could have said goodbye. I should have said goodbye. You brought joy to so many people. I hope you can soon know the difference you made.

And just in case you're wondering, there's still no boy yet Grandpa. But when the day comes that there finally is, you can bet it'll be one you would have approved.

I love you. Rest in peace.

funky cold medina...

Saturday Anna, Laura, and I attended a "70's & 80's Television" themed fundraiser partay. It was a ball - costume parties always seem to be. And it makes for an easy conversation starter. One of the best parts might be ensemble shopping - digging through racks of thrift store get-ups, costume shops, and who knows what to gather the complete outfit. And you never know what you may stumble upon. My $12, 100% silk uhhh... gown... for example.
Anna was Rainbow Brite (her costume rocked - she's an amazing clothing alterater!) Pictures don't do it justice. And Laura pulled off Pippi Longstockings - her long, red, gravity defying hair was a party favorite (but she was dangerous on the dancefloor). I couldn't look at either of those two without breaking into giggles. Oh, and I was Miss Piggy from the Muppets, with horribly cheap blonde hair extensions and lots of pearls. Hi-yah!

mirror...

Words cannot express how truly incredible you are. If only you could see it for yourself... what a beautiful day that would be.

howie day...

Hi. It's been a little busy this month huh? Almost time to deliver May baskets to the neighbors. Easter with family. Rockin' trip to KC to visit friends (I was going to wait to write that entry until there were some pictures to show. Cough cough. My camera is still broken, and my photographer has had a hectic schedule... so hopefully soon). Slumber party. Rockies game. And lots and lots of sunshine. That sums up April quite well.

This coming Saturday I'm in an all-day outdoor volleyball tournament. The team was kind of modge-podged together, but never fear, my super amazing planner friend Laura came through to save the day. She organized practices the last two Sundays so we could polish our skills (and boy, do we need it!). The first one we had a come and go attendance of about ten. Usually three or four on a team. And really, we're not very good. But we played for over three hours in the sun, and laughed out hineys off. Our arms throbbed from repeated beatings and we received some strange sunburns, but it was awesome to be outside enjoying such amazing weather.

Wash Park is the hang out. And when I say hang out, I mean everyone and their three dogs, kites, strollers, and rollerblades are there on the weekends. It's huge. There's a lake, tennis & basketball courts, and any variety of bustling activity happening all at once - soccer, ulitimate frisbee, washers, football, volleyball nets up everywhere. And it has a great dirt running trail with an inner paved biking trail - about 2.6 miles around. You could people watch at this place for hours and never get bored. There's all sorts and sizes - laying out in bikinis, folks loaded with piercings and chains moseying around, and lots of picnickers. Feel free to bring your own grill. All my summertime visitors will definitely get to check it out.

So anyway, this place is great. Guess I had to set the scene so you could fully envision. Today over twenty of us met up for v-ball. It was awesome. More and more people just kept coming and joining in. Another three hours of volleying, this time with six legit players on the court at all times. Turns out we're not so bad.

And there was only one injury the whole day. Somehow I was involved. I'm just going to blame it on the fact that is was toward the end of the day. And we were fairly worn out. It went down a little like this - the ball came over the net, right down the middle. Michaela and I were on opposite sides of the court, but it was landing short, which meant one of us had to go for it. Well, we both went for it. And didn't stop going for it until we crashed into one another. (Apparently both of ours' pet peeve to let a ball drop.) Her knee careened into my femur, and my shoulder flew into her upper body. Now, I don't consider myself a weenie (well, I suppose sometimes...) but there was a slightly large amount pain following the incident. Thank God we didn't smash heads.

So now my shin in nicely bruised and swollen and her knee is injured. Which I feel terrible about because she's supposed to run a 1/2 marathon next weekend. I'm sorry Michaela! Crap crap crap. Next time I think we'll call the ball.

Go team!

iheartskiboots...

So my ski season came to a close last weekend. I'd say it was quite successful - thirteen rounds and no injuries. Well, unless you count the time at the condo. When Laura was dancing me around the living room trying out an intense polka spin. We spun right into the futon arm. Bruise the size of a silver dollar on the upper thigh. After that event we decided boys do have it pretty rough leading all the time, and that we'd leave it up to them.

Anyway, back to skiing. It was a great snow season. Of course it's my first real ski season, so anything is better than previous experiences. The best part was hanging out with all the different people I got to ski with - local friends, friends from a land far, far away, friends who didn't even know they'd end up skiing with me, and family too. I'll be honest. My brother is probably the most fun to ski with. And no it's not because he sprays me with powder every chance he gets. He can go stinkin' fast and tear up the trees too. All the while I'm left panting trying to keep up. It's great.

The season has also brought on some new experiences for me... such as witnessing a dude (cough... cough... Nate... cough) torpedoing down the mountain sans any stopping lessons, skis, poles, goggles everywhere. Complete yard sale. Actually, correction. Multiple yard sales. But Laura and I did not lack entertainment when he was on the hill. I should probably give him a little credit - for a first timer he rocked the slopes and was paralleling within the first five minutes. It's the "under control" thing we'll be tackling next, and then he'll be set. Except I don't think he'll technically ever want to be under control, which may make my coaching a little more difficult. I also took out a skier for the first time this year. Maybe, possibly because I was out of control and slid up right behind the poor guy, but none the less, everyone should do it sometime.

And (perhaps a little off the ski topic, but closely related) when we weren't eating delicious peanut butter sandwiches to keep our tummies full, Michaela, Laura and I stumbled upon the MooseJaw one fine evening and found ourselves some decent grub. Complete with a full-on mountain town atmosphere. Beautiful. I mean rustic. Uhh... beatifully rustic it was.

Next year is another go. I'll probably take lessons to improve my technique... I've realized some bad habits have been fairly well established by now. Hopefully the cousins and I will have our pass situation figured out a little more this time around - we couldn't match up on a mountain this season, which really was the only bummer I encountered.

So, here's to a great ski season in CO Part I. If I can help it there will be many, many more in store.

charge!...

Today was the Rockies opening day at Coors Field and it was beautiful! Big ol' herds of people corralled up and down the streets, scalping tickets, haggling peanuts, and just trying to get in the door. The buzz of excitement was enough to strike a grin from ear to ear. It was amazing to witness the mass quantities of folks who made it to the game in the middle of the afternoon. Does no one have to work in Denver on this day? The bars nearby were packed, and few empty seats remained when the first pitch was thrown. Our Regional Director loves sports and hasn't made it to an opening game (a tradition of hers) for a long, long time. So she bought us all tickets and we headed to the stadium - how sweet is that?

Sadly enough the Rockies lost, but they put up a good fight. Devin and I danced to the music, cheered our hearts out, and basically appeared slightly foolish for the sake of good fun. We made it all nine innings. Quite a feat, considering within that time I taught him where the "short stop" position was, how to keep score, and what "full count" meant. It was a bonding experience.

I am looking forward to many more games this summer. There's nothing quite like a baseball, sunny days, and a cold beer to wash all your cares away. Play ball!

happy happy...

Fiesta de Rachelle was held March 24 at la casa de Laura y Michaela. It was ridiculously fun! Festivities included sombreros, mucho margaritas, homemade salsa, two pinatas, a bonfire, and a tres leche cake to die for. I'm serious. Laura (see wonderful red-head on left) is an amazing cook - I craved that cake for days afterwards. In fact, I'm craving it right now.

The pinata was hilarious. Too many margaritas, too many spins around the bat, and too much mud on the ground, plus high heels equalled quite a few tumbles and dizzy spells before any of us struck candy.

Later in the evening was, of course, a traditional dance party, with perhaps some nontraditional dance moves. Both by Laura, who does a mean sexy seaweed, and Jonathan, who can spin and twirl a girl to her heart's desire (he's good!).

We concluded the night with an old fashioned slumber party, with breakfast and reminiscing in the manana. Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes and surprises - I had an awesome day thanks to all of my fabulous friends, here and away. Bring on 23!

(Blogger changed the picture formatting and I can't figure out how to put text with pictures without jacking up the layout... hence the two posts - so photos capturing the moments are below - ack!)

feliz cumpleanos...

disco...

Laura and I played frisbee in the park this evening. She was having a crappy day. I wanted to be in the sunshine. So we ran around in our work clothes, heels sinking in the mud, giggling like grade school girls. You should try it sometime.

home sweet home...

It's been awhile since I've watched TV. This is by no means because I'm doing anything productive like exercising or working out instead of tubing out. Just haven't gotten around to it. So tonight I had a little time and needed company while I ate my bowl of peas, and on it went. To my guilty MTV pleasure - RealWorld. Since it's the Denver season I suppose I feel a weird connection to it.

Well tonight hit a little closer to home than usual. Literally. Two of the guys were on their way to pick up another cast member after he'd been released from detox (something about peeing on the sidewalk...). The place they picked him up from was my apartments. My exact ones. I couldn't believe it. Out of all the places to live in this city, all the homes, condos, and complexes, mine was on TV. Maybe this isn't incredibly strange to anyone else. But it freaked me out. At first I barely paid attention, just kept right on eating. It slowly started to register and I did a double. Then a triple. Surely not. But yep, sure enough, as soon as the camera scanned the parking lot, I knew. I'm pretty much famous now.

bo-jangles...

Today we had a job fair south of town, and my supervisor and I joined a couple of managers to practice our recruiting skills. Since I am still doing the public transportation things, Allison is incredibly generous and totes me around when I need a ride. She needed to leave the fair early, but Matt lives nearby and could pick me up, so no problem. Anyway, it was hot today. Like seventy degrees - yowzers. So I took my jacket off and left it in Allison's SUV. We recruited for a few hours, and finally closed up shop. Matt graciously rescued me from the street corner where I was waiting, and we headed toward the city to retrieve my car. Umm... so side note... Matt and I tend to be a little dorky at times, and today was no exception. We had the windows down, sun-roof open, radio blaring, and our voices horribly harmonizing along with it. But it was too incredible of a day to let it go by without noticing. And we couldn't wait to enjoy it.

That's about the time I realized something that could possibly derail our evening ahead. My keys were still in the pocket of the coat left in Allison's car (who lives clear across town and was currently attending a fundraiser for her daughter, with no access to her cell phone). So, since it is a little more than challenging to get into your house without a key, we spent the next hour tracking down my great aunt who has a spare for emergencies such as these.

Moral of the story - keys belong in your purse, and thank goodness for patient people.

margaret...

Umm... hi. Again. So last night while I was out there was a lot of talk about blogging, and it got me thinking of this one. And how I used to have good stories or adventures (at least I tended to think so) to share, actually, quite often. And how that hasn't really happened in a long time. I finally decided nothing very hilarious has happened to me lately at all. Which at first bummed me out, because I tend to do dumb things, and sometimes it's great to proclaim it to the world via the Internet. Then I realized a lot of great things have been happening, but often I don't like writing about that, because, well, it can be quite boring to others (let's be honest) and, although I recognize I can be cheesy a lot of the time, my blabberings could very well be overkill.

So, I have no funny stories to share. It rained beautiful cool showers all afternoon in Denver. I ate take-out Chinese and vegged pretty much all day, which was quite ideal. My dad's coming to visit tomorrow. We're going jean shopping (his request) and I'm TOTALLY excited to see him because I'm getting a little - gasp - homesick. Actually I'm completely Kansas-sick in general. Really. I miss my roommates!!! A whole whole whole lot. And friends too. For example, I was finally able talk to Brian the other day, after maybe a couple of months of no talkie-talkie (which is far too long - never again!) and don't tell him this, but I was tearing up on the phone as soon as we started sharing stories, because I missed him so much. It's beautiful and but also extremely difficult when you realize no one is replaceable. As great of friends as you make at throughout life, no one else can fill the hole left by someone else. And as much as I probably knew that, it wasn't real until moving here. And then here were a LOT of holes left behind, a lot of people I am incredibly grateful to have as friends. And even though we try, gosh darn it, there's only so much a telephone can do, you know?

So, if you didn't notice, you're missed. I'm pretty sure there's a KC trip planned for mid-April (Bridge, I have to see you before you're oceans away!) and hopefully it will temporarily fill me back up and hold me over until I can make it back again.

Anyway, I don't really know how to tie up this extra-cheese-filled post, so I'll just let you know, the next post will be a good story. Or an adventure. If I have to make it up to accomplish this, so be it.

jingle...

Ummm... hi everyone. I just wanted to saya quick hello. Hello. Okay, enough with the formalities. I really wanted to say thank you friends for your phone calls - I'm not ignoring/procrastinating/avoiding you. Matt had surgery on Friday to have a cyst removed. It's usually a quick, simple procedure with little complications. I'm thinking yay, I'm no good at the whole medical thing but I can handle this, no problem. Well, we get home from surgery, the cyst hole is bleeding. And bleeding and bleeding and... ack! Stop bleeding! Blood everywhere. Those of you who know me well know I have very little training in this department (like none). So much for "nurse" to the rescue. Anyway, the bleeding didn't stop after four hours, so in he went to the ER. After many beautiful hours spent there, they fixed him up, good as new (or at least as good as he should have been fixed up in the first place...). Wonderful.

He had his post-op appointment this morning. That's when they discovered the wound was still bleeding. So there he laid in a hospital bed until 10pm tonight. I joined him as soon as the ridiculous-crazy work day ended, so needless to say it's been a bit of a long weekend, and the start of a long week. I'm whining, and I know it, and I apologize. As long as he gets healed up, I really am happy. But I'm exhausted, so bear with me - I can't wait to return your phone calls soon!

ocean blue...

Hey, guess what? Tomorrow I will be on the west coast. My first time ever. Ever. I feel like we're on an adventure. Yippee!

sweep...

I don't really know how to explain this, and although it seems silly, I feel I must write it down as to not forget. Things are so easy to forget sometimes, even when we want to remember. Every evening I am at Matt's house, his roommate Mike comes in, plops on the bed, and talks to us for about fifteen minutes. And although often times it is an interruption to conversation, and we usually lose our train of thought, I truly enjoy - and even look forward to - these little moments. The other night we were curled up and Mike comes home, squeezes beside us, and begins telling his stories. A guitar sitting in the corner catches his eye and he decides to serenade us. It's was a country song, although try as I might the name won't come to mind. Mike starts singing, then Matt starts singing. And as I looked up at Matt, grinning from ear to ear, a feeling of strange joy washed all over me. Literally. It was there for a second - the joy, the contentment - and then it was gone. Like a passing moment of happiness in its purest state.

shimmy shimmy coconut...

Okay, so here I sit with a carton of ice cream in my lap and spoon in hand. What better time is there to blog? I just finished eating dinner with Laura, my red-headed, Kansas-livin', boot-scootin' saving grace since my transplant to CO. On the menu this Thursday evening was pan-seared scallops in a white wine sauce. I think the only reason I even typed that is because it sounds fancy schmancy. Not that it wasn't good. I'd give it a "B". But it sure sounded super delectable. Laura and I started weekly Thursday night dinner time in order halt our crazy lives for a moment and catch up (a.k.a. 3 hours of non-stop girl talk). It also gives me a chance to test my wack-o recipes on a willing subject, which I thoroughly enjoy. And she eats her vegetables. So I'm happy. Anyway, enough about food.

I just wanted to update my life really quick, because, well, as I look back and I realize that hasn't happened recently. So hmm... here we go. Skiing has definitely been a yes. A few weekends ago a group of us day tripped it to Winter Park for some fun in the snow, and last Sunday I went up with a friend from K-State and his wife. And he was good - like knock your socks off, ski up jumps backwards, carve like nobody's business - good. This weekend little Liz is headed my way and we'll be skiing one day too - and taking her out in style in a mountain town. I can't wait! Another fun snow-y thing - my first snowshoe adventure occurred awhile ago. It's not quite like I imagined, floating atop the snow and such. It's more like step - sink - pull out your leg - step - sink - pull out your leg. I broke a sweat by the time we headed back to the car. But it's so beautiful and peaceful to trek around in untouched snow, I can't wait to try it again.

Alright, the post has to be cut terribly short. Three phone calls later it's way past my beddie-bye, and adding that to last night's late hours, I'm going to be snoozing in the cube (work is going great - more on that in the future) if I don't get some sleep quick!

Oh, one more thing... weather update: It was terribly foggy in Denver today, but it was kind of snowing at the same time, and sunny too. We were finally told the fog was freezing before it hit the earth, causing it to hover above the ground, almost as if taunting gravity. Weird, huh?

I'm not even going to proof read this. Please forgive my typos and grammer errors. Thank you and happy Friday.

breakfast dessert...

I attended a retreat this weekend in Colorado Springs. It was an incredible experience. Some major hurdles and hang-ups I've been having finally seem conquerable. And some significant insight was gained. It's amazing the things that can be learned through others. The key is figuring out where you fit in the puzzle, and what you have to offer. Because we all offer something that is solely ours to give. And if we can figure out what that may be... great things are surely in store.

Although I may have a slow learning curve when it comes to some of these things, this concept is finally sinking in... hopefully someday I will wholly understand it.

beauty...

Six months ago. I packed my things, said goodbyes and a few more see you laters, then headed to a strange, unknown world that eventually became my sanctuary. The discovery, joy, humility, and kindness I have experienced in the last 184 days is enough to often take my breath away. And for that I am forever grateful. Through this I have realized we all share a common thread. No one really knows what may happen next year, or even what tomorrow holds. We can't predict the future, we can't be sure of what is yet to come. This can be scary. Life is easier when it's planned. It feels safer. But it is in the unknown that life becomes so beautiful. It is absolutely overwhelming how beautiful this life is.

and if you wonder...

"Dancing in the dark. Middle of the night."




--Tim McGraw

fences...

It took awhile for her to figure out that she could run. But when she did she was gone. Long gone.





--Keith Urban