there are certain things...
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that a loved one can do that no others can. i mean, it's almost endearing in someways, but when you really think about it, you would beat the crap out of someone if they did that to you. like slapping someone on the butt, or grabbing it. just inappropriate, but for some reason, you decided that for THIS person to do it, it's o.k. husbands and wives put up with this all of the time, even about things that are said to one and other. Can you imagine, having a stranger come up to you and say, "wow, you're getting a little bigger lately" just NOT o.k. there is no point to this, and no, this is not happening to me, but i just had a thought about it.
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on Sunday, June 29, 2008
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You can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three
things: a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights.
-Maya Angelou
things: a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights.
-Maya Angelou
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on Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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I had a friend visit a few years ago from out of state. We spend a good part of a week together and during one of the days, she decided that she wanted to see another friend of hers that was living in the area as well.
So, we trekked over to Boulder to meet this guy, Jason. on the way over, she explained to me that Jason was a crack up guy, like the best sense of humor and just all around great guy when they were growing up. However, in the past few years, Jason had decided to become one with nature and had really changed. he gave up his car, became vegan, and virtually just did anything he could to really change himself. in the process of this, he also became quiet. she was just telling me this, so that I could understand where she was coming from in wanting to see this guy...i mean, he was really cool way back when, so don't judge him on the way he is now (i guess).
Anyway, we went to his house and it was bare bones. just really plain, nice and simple. he seemed like a nice guy...you could see under the hair and stuff that he was really good looking. he was very soft spoken. we went to lunch at a place that he knew of that had the type of food that he could eat. so, we sat for lunch on a patio facing a major street in Boulder with lots of foot traffic on it. As we are getting lunch, we get on a topic of "don't you hate it when you start laughing about something and you can't stop" We all came up with funny stories, but all of jason's had to do with really "nice" things. Like, he couldn't stop laughing during an 8 hour meditation. stories where you knew, he just wasn't on the same plane as me. Like, you know he wasn't spewing soda out of his nose, laughing so hard his guts hurt. in the meantime, we all were saying, yeah, one of the worst things to do was laugh AT people. We all agreed and nodded, yeah, that is terrible. so, we were all kind of in a shame spiral about times we'd laughed at people. Basically, at that moment, it would be the worse, most inappropriate moment to laugh at people.
At that moment a man came towards us on a bicycle, with a long beard...wearing a little house on the prairie, laura ingalls wilder dress.
So, we trekked over to Boulder to meet this guy, Jason. on the way over, she explained to me that Jason was a crack up guy, like the best sense of humor and just all around great guy when they were growing up. However, in the past few years, Jason had decided to become one with nature and had really changed. he gave up his car, became vegan, and virtually just did anything he could to really change himself. in the process of this, he also became quiet. she was just telling me this, so that I could understand where she was coming from in wanting to see this guy...i mean, he was really cool way back when, so don't judge him on the way he is now (i guess).
Anyway, we went to his house and it was bare bones. just really plain, nice and simple. he seemed like a nice guy...you could see under the hair and stuff that he was really good looking. he was very soft spoken. we went to lunch at a place that he knew of that had the type of food that he could eat. so, we sat for lunch on a patio facing a major street in Boulder with lots of foot traffic on it. As we are getting lunch, we get on a topic of "don't you hate it when you start laughing about something and you can't stop" We all came up with funny stories, but all of jason's had to do with really "nice" things. Like, he couldn't stop laughing during an 8 hour meditation. stories where you knew, he just wasn't on the same plane as me. Like, you know he wasn't spewing soda out of his nose, laughing so hard his guts hurt. in the meantime, we all were saying, yeah, one of the worst things to do was laugh AT people. We all agreed and nodded, yeah, that is terrible. so, we were all kind of in a shame spiral about times we'd laughed at people. Basically, at that moment, it would be the worse, most inappropriate moment to laugh at people.
At that moment a man came towards us on a bicycle, with a long beard...wearing a little house on the prairie, laura ingalls wilder dress.
Juni's three
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1. Have you made any life-style changes lately? If so, what are they? If not, are things fine the way they are, or would you like to change something?
We are about the make a life-style change. I don't know that I will be changing my lifestyle per se, but it will change things in the household. We just found out that t has celiac disease, or basically a gluten allergy. This put a lot of things into perspective and makes a LOT of sense. Now, we are just trying to figure out how to "do this". Basically, it's expensive to get all gluten free foods, so I'm not sure if I will partake in his eating, but then I feel badly that he will be eating this "stuff" and I will be eating the food that he wants to be eating....Not sure how this will pan out yet.
2. Do you believe in the institution of marriage? Why/why not?
I don't know. I guess I believe in the institution itself, but what that means to me is entirely different than what it means to other people. Do I feel that I'm bound by god...no. Do I feel that because I signed a piece of paper saying that I'm bound to this person that it really makes a difference...no. Did I feel the same way about him when i was living with him before we had signed the papers...yes. maybe it has to do with an actual wedding, but we didn't want that for ourselves. I had a huge wedding the first time around and it really didn't "do" anything in terms of making either of us more or less committed to each other.
3. How's life treating you these days?
actually really well.
We are about the make a life-style change. I don't know that I will be changing my lifestyle per se, but it will change things in the household. We just found out that t has celiac disease, or basically a gluten allergy. This put a lot of things into perspective and makes a LOT of sense. Now, we are just trying to figure out how to "do this". Basically, it's expensive to get all gluten free foods, so I'm not sure if I will partake in his eating, but then I feel badly that he will be eating this "stuff" and I will be eating the food that he wants to be eating....Not sure how this will pan out yet.
2. Do you believe in the institution of marriage? Why/why not?
I don't know. I guess I believe in the institution itself, but what that means to me is entirely different than what it means to other people. Do I feel that I'm bound by god...no. Do I feel that because I signed a piece of paper saying that I'm bound to this person that it really makes a difference...no. Did I feel the same way about him when i was living with him before we had signed the papers...yes. maybe it has to do with an actual wedding, but we didn't want that for ourselves. I had a huge wedding the first time around and it really didn't "do" anything in terms of making either of us more or less committed to each other.
3. How's life treating you these days?
actually really well.
The skate
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on Monday, June 16, 2008
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This weekend was the one for Baxter. There were some random pictures taken, but the "official ones" are yet to come. This was a good race, however, very geared towards Pros. I biffed it and broke my butt.
First, here are brad and tony
tony and brad are in the front of this, I'm in the middle with the bright pink on. yes, that is an old man skating with no effort behind me
good ole colorado
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on Thursday, June 5, 2008
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For those of you that live in this state, you should just check out a website that is through the Treasury Department of Colorado. It's called the great colorado payback. Basically, it's unclaimed money that people have forgotten, etc. you can look up your name to see if you have some money that they couldn't find to give you. I did, and it was worth it. I'm not a millionaire...still, but it really helped me out. I don't know if other states have it.
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So….(yes, this one deserves to start with a so), the other day, I am in the house cleaning and in stumbles t. He has blood everywhere, his clothes are ripped up in places and basically non existent in others. He says, “go get the car” I have no clue what he is talking about, so I ask and he says, “I just got run over, go pull the car in”. This is all a bit surreal to me at this point and why I went to go to pull the car in, I have no clue, but I did. Then I go inside. Basically what happened is, t was in the garage, in the trunk, fixing a speaker. He felt like he was moving suddenly. He sat up and saw that the car was going down the driveway, towards the retention pond across the street. He jumped out, we don’t know if he was trying to stop the car, or jump out of the way, but he put his butt on the bumper, his feet on the ground and then fell. He was pushed about 20 feet by the car, grinding him along the road. It came to a stop by rolling up his shoulder and somehow, via superhuman strength, he pushed the car off him and up almost the full 20 feet. He got out from under it and walked in the door. I’d post pictures, but it is nasty and he is beat up. No broken bones that we know of. He refused to go to the emergency room until that night. They didn’t xray his ribs, only Ct scan, which confuses me, since they xrayed everything else. But he is healing. Planning on skating, albeit slowly at Baxter.
when I go clubbing
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I was in Express yesterday, reluctantly. Reluctantly because, well, I just don’t know if I “fit” in there anymore. I mean, the girls that work there are easily 15 years my junior. But, I thought, “hey, I’m looking for fun summer clothing, it’s o.k. if it’s young looking”. I go in and seriously, most dresses were so short, I would likely wear them as t-shirts. And then the t-shirts were so long, I could wear them as dresses. I looked across the store at these mannequins and AH HA! I had found what I was looking for. A beautiful tank top with clear sequins on it and a elegant design. Exactly what I was looking for….nice, flashy, but still classy. I was on my way to the cash register and a salesgirl stopped me. She says, “Oh, don’t you LOVE that?” (insert valley girl voice here…even though we are in colorado). I say, “yes, I really do.” She says (this is the first thing that makes me inch a little closer to bringing it back to the table where I got it from), “I am going to get one when I get my paycheck” I say, “oh that’s cool, it will look good on you” Then she says to me, in the most serious voice you can imagine…still valleygirl though, “there is something that will make you want this even more though, I bet you didn’t even consider it yet” I say, “what’s that?” She says, “this shirt will look phenomenal when you go to the clubs that you do, you know…when you are dancing around, everyone will look at you because it’s so shimmery…that’s why I’m getting it”
I begrudgingly looked down at the shirt…felt old, and brought it back to the table, folded it up, and walked out of the store.
I begrudgingly looked down at the shirt…felt old, and brought it back to the table, folded it up, and walked out of the store.




