full grown

I am finally to a place in life again where the pace has relaxed and I feel like I have time to blog again.

The apartment is in order after a couple of evenings and afternoons spent scrubbing and such. I kind of like my little place even though it is a far cry from the lifestyle I was used to living. The building is suprisingly quiet, despite being filled with med students. The neighborhood is a lot more urban than I am used to, which is a nice change of pace.

Work is going well for a change. The days go by quickly, but not at a frantic pace. Business is good, which luckily, means life is good for the underlings.

My next life project is to find a church to go to. I haven’t gone regularly in about 3 years and maybe once in the last year. There is a pretty cool ELCA Lutheran church not far from my apartment. They have jazz vespers which is pretty hip for Lutherans. I have only been to a service there once before, and I wasn’t all that impressed, but I may need to investigate further into service offerings. I went to an incredible jazz concert there about 4 years ago to see “The Real Group”, an accapella, Swedish group. Great acoustics really complimented the music.

For grins, Matt, Shelly, Brian and I went out to “celebrate” Sweetest Day. Really just a lame excuse to have a date, as if we needed one.

We agreed to see Kill Bill, hardly a romantic flim, but anyone who knows my sweetie Matt shouldn’t be suprised.

Now for my review on Kill Bill:

EWWWW!!!!

Seriously though, not at all the type of film I would enjoy watching. I am not a big Tarantino fan at all, which I realize makes me quite uncool, but so be it. While I can appreciate his innovative style of directing which often times results in amazing image composition, I just can’t get into the ridiculous amount of violence. Luckily, in Kill Bill, the violence is soooooo over the top that it didn’t gross me out as much as I had expected.

The score was quite ingenious.

Matt said,
“I describe it as blaxploitation/spaghetti western/tribal drums fusion.”
Of course he described it perfectly.

After the movie, we went to Seven 30 South. Everyone had a great meal except for Brian who could only rave about his side of cottage cheese. A bit of a spendy joint for four poor kids, but fun nonetheless.

I went to the Broncos vs. Steelers game yesterday to root for the black and gold. What an incredible game! We had the best seats, 14th row, 40th yard line on the east side, which of course means that I am terribly sunburned.

There were quite a few Terrible Towels in the stadium which made it even more fun. I had the good fortune to sit next to a guy who flew in from Pittsburgh for the game so I had someone to cheer and finally cry with.

The Broncos fans were mostly o.k. One drunken idiot a few rows back was yelling absurd things like, “Maddox shoulda been an ice skater because Dorothy Hamil could throw better than him.” “Cowher is a coward.” Brother, please.

You can read the highlights here.

I have this buddy, Jeff, who lives in California and I just love his e-mails. He writes me the best stuff. So instead of giving my take on the Ahnold win, I will just paste what he wrote to me on the issue.

This, on his choice for governor:

Well, I actually did it! I just punched a chad for “The Grope-inator.” Not that I’m SOOOO enthused with Arnold–there is a much, much better conservative candidate (and I would have voted for that guy if I were truly voting my conscience)–but Arnie can actually win for Governor. (Although, I do have kind of a dark wish that the tax ‘n’ spend Democrat will win. You see, if even more businesses leave the state and more people move out, maybe then home prices will fall to the level that I can afford!)

And, in the afterglow, I received this:

Have you ever gotten so drunk that you had sex with someone you shouldn’t have had sex with and you said to yourself, “Holy Shit…what did I just do???!!!”

Er…don’t answer that! Anyway…we kinda feel like that out here…we’re all realizing that we just elected Arnold Governator!!!

Damn it Jeff!!! Start a blog!!!

Interesting article on the expanding (no pun intended) market of goods for the obese.
Being a woman of large stature (read: fat ass) myself, I think it is high time that overweight people were considered more than second class citizens. While I think it is good that retailers are getting wiser to the needs of the overweight, I can’t help but wonder when the medical community is going to catch up.

I found a new apartment! I am so relieved to have found a decent one in my price range. The pickin’s were slim and I was beginning to lose hope.

The first apartment that I looked at was in a nice location. The compliments end there. It was a large house that they had pieced out into apartments. The studio was located in the attic. Not a bad arrangement except that the rickety stairs that led up to the place would definitely have brought me to my death eventually. I am not graceful and I like to wear funky shoes from time to time. One snow storm and I would be screwed.

The kitchen area had wood floors that they ruined by painting with grey paint. The fridge was harvest gold colored so you know that probably smelled awful and ran loudly. It did have a cute antique piece in it, a sort of a hutch thing that had been put in there to provide more counter and storage space.

The bathroom was horrid. Dirty, red tile and with my plentiful figure, hardly enough room to turn around. I didn’t look in the stall shower but I was afraid I might show my horror to the landlord.

The “living area” had a closet and a free standing heat register. The carpet was nothing short of disgusting. Ever heard of a steam cleaner?

The second place I “looked” at didn’t even get me through the door. Again, great location but horrible building. I got really depressed thinking about going home there everyday. The building was the worst for blocks. Plus the guy that was showing the apartment was pretty thick on the phone so I quickly decided to cross that one off my list.

Then I found my home. It is a pretty good neighborhood in Denver, lots of college students and restaurants and such. The manager is very sweet and the apartment is clean and even cute. I knew it might be a good deal when she called me and was worried what I would think of the view.

The kitchen is small and has a trash compactor?! It used to have the stove, fridge and sink all in one metal unit it appears. They replaced the fridge with the compactor and put in a full sized fridge.

The bathroom is really cool. It has a separate area for the vanity and sink with a sort of a dressing area and closet. The shower area has aqua colored tile. I am looking forward to go shopping for accessories.

The rest of the space is run of the mill, but very clean. YAY!!!

I move in this Thursday.

Matt and I went to see School of Rock last night. What a great movie!!! I really laughed out loud quite a few times and the kids in this movie were priceless.

Joan Cusack was incredibly funny as the straight laced school principal. She has to be one of my favorite comedic actresses.

Jack Black was, of course, zany and over the top and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Definitely a great show for anyone over 9 years old.

So I come home today to find out that my son was given gum and his caregiver didn’t have him spit it out before bedtime.

You guessed it. Bright green gum in his hair and partially stuck to his ear.

I am distraught for a moment but then I remember that for a wedding gift I got a helpful hints book that covers everything from how to remove water rings from the coffee table to how to repair a broken fan belt in your car using a pair of pantyhose.

I scanned for gum removal and they stated that raw egg whites will remove gum from anything including hair.

I dashed to the fridge and was relieved to find I had eggs and escorted the boy and a bowl of whites to the bath tub.

After many tears and a few choice words from me, I went to the office and got a pair of scissors.

Sigh. Luckily his hair is short and it isn’t too noticable.

I guess I could have tried a couple of other methods I have heard of but when you are dealing with a screaming toddler, the quickest method is sometimes the best.

Oh my goodness. I am officially old. I went to see Pretty Girls Make Graves with Matt
last night and I vow never again to go to an all ages show on a weeknight.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast,it took me back to my high school days when I wished I had lived somewhere cool enough to have shows like this one.

But at 30, I was a mess…I had heartburn from drinking cheap beer, a sore throat from smoking too much and felt hungover the next day even though I didn’t get drunk. Sigh.

Poor, beautiful Elle.

I’m sorry, but who cares?! At least she has the resources to have a nanny, a cook, a maid and yadda, yadda, yadda.

I should have it so rough.