The Mile High City, At Last.

I stole these pictures from the internet. So sorry, they're not mine, but they're pretty sweet anyway.

I'm not sure that I do enough to remind you all of my inner thoughts. I think I do too much of the rundown of my daily activities and not enough serious contemplation. But in saying so, I feel as though it's not something that you should call attention to in your blog. Because then you're trying too hard. Who knows. We'll get something figured out.


I'm always exhausted by the time I get home. Travel somehow takes all the energy out of me. In between all of the trains in Chicago, then getting to the plane, then flying, etc., I end up ready for a year-long nap. Which I have yet to get since I've been home.
It's been nice to reconnect with family.
I went and had all my blood drawn this morning, so that's a plus. I'll hear back in a week.
Lunch with Grandma Mary this afternoon. It was nice to sit and chat with her about things.

Watching trash television as well today. It's the simple pleasures that keep life interesting.
I've decided to extend my stay here. Being home for a couple more days before school starts will be nice. I'll get to see Katie (she's coming down from Ft. Collins and it'll be her 21st birthday celebration) and I'll also have time to heal a little bit before I fly home.
Good enough for me. Starting school next Monday.

Sorry, this post has become a jumble of words. I should close my eyes and my laptop.

Sweet afternoon dreams, world.

The 2nd Irish Incident and the Fallout

I love the above picture. love it. love it. love it.


They told us their only regret was that they didn't start hanging out with us sooner.
We regret that too.

Before they left, Maddie, Katie and Eric went to the bar to wait for them while I went and got them (Sally the van was at the time dead, later deemed to be direly in need of fuel). We met at the bar and the evening commenced.

I am wild about these boys. They are hilarious. They don't take themselves too seriously. They are out to have a good time (a great time). They like trouble. So do I (in moderation, of course).

I enjoyed them immensely. Hunter, however, has not been enjoying them so much. Eh, I told him, I'm young, I want to go out and play. So even though he's not too sure he likes it, it's going to happen. We made a compromise. I'll behave myself and always be home on time. We've been talking a lot about the future lately and I've been getting scared. Not intentionally. Unintentionally. It's just real and sort of weird.

It's really not my fault I much prefer boys to girls. Girls are so catty and scary. Boys are just funny.

We had fun. So much fun. Too much fun to write about here. Your "Fun-Meters" (if fun-meters were really a real machine, I'd totally need one) would break. Oh my, it's a wonder we didn't get kicked out.

But here they are, the surviving pictures of that night.

When I got home something in the early morning, I still had nearly four pages of a six page paper to write and babysitting at 8am.
I got a 95% on the paper, even though it was written at 7:30 am. Yess! That paper was worth 50 percent of my grade.


I'm trying to convince them to come to Colorado next weekend, but I'm not sure they'll want to drive all the way from San Francisco. (Who knows? Maybe they will. That'd be wonderful.)