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!