It's Friday, glorious Friday. I have nothing to write about at the moment, so I'll borrow an idea from Amber and tell you what's in my lovely black Nine West saddle bag:

1. little, scratched, soon-to-be-replaced cell phone
2. security badge for office building
3. big honkin' pager for rescue squad
4. car keys on giant carabiner
5. credit card/cash wallet
6. change purse
7. business card holder
8. Orbit White gum
9. Kiehl's Lip Balm w/ spf 15 (hue 30G, baby!)
10. wide tooth comb for annoying Shirley Temple-esque hair
11. butterfly hair clip
12. house keys on chain with bent silverware
13. rescue squad roster, Gap coupons, Nuggets ticket stubs
14. handkerchief embroidered with my mother's initial
15. post-it notes
16. cool business card-type cards that say "Call My Cell"
17. hand lotion (Vaseline Healthy Hand & Nail)
18. dental floss
19. check book, nail file, elastic bands, and like 5 more lip glosses
20. other miscellaneous crap

What does Spring mean to you? Does it summon thoughts of flowers in bloom? Green leaves returning to the trees? Emerald lawns and afternoons sitting on them? While I do associate all of those things with spring, mostly (for me) Spring is about my hair.

Every year, in fact twice a year (Spring and Fall), I feel the urge to radically change my hair. It's a physical need that I have, the kind that causes you physical pain when you ignore the craving. Usually it's that my hair is too long, or too blond, and I have a nearly irresistible urge to have short dark brown hair. Photos of me taken over the last 17 years or so will display a wide variety of lengths and colors - but I think I looked best with my hair very short (maybe 2.5" long) and close to my natural brown, maybe a bit darker. Couple of problems with that now:

1. A doesn't like my hair that short (surprise, surprise).
2. Many more grays now, much easier to spot when hair is dark.

So this is my dilemma right now. My wedding is 10 weeks away, so I'm hesitant to do anything radical that I'll hate - but I also don't think I look like the real me. I'm seeing my wizard of a hair stylist, the lovely and talented Miss Shira, next week for a cut, and the week after for color. What to do, what to do...

Having a farking devil of a time finishing wedding invites. I've had to e some of our out-of-town guests for their snail-mail addresses so that I can get stupid invites out -- but that contact of course prompts questions about where, when, where shall I stay, etc. There is precious little room at the Inn - just enough for my best friend Vic, and the friend of A's who will perform the ceremony. Okay, maybe I can squeeze four or so more people in here....we'll have to wait and see.

I've got a simple page ready with hotel info, etc. Just have to carve out some time tonight to get that finished, then write the rest of the invites and get them addressed. The only other hold up is the little cards to go in the invites that tell people where and when is the reception. Gaaahh! No wonder people elope! Had I known....

I tried on my dress. It almost zips closed over my oversized bust. Damn it, I just can't get away from these things. I have now officially decided that it's crash diet time, because you know the tits is the first place you lose it. My great-grandmother was a lovely woman, but these are her boobs and this is her fault.

Spotted while browsing over at Snowball's.

Your Linguistic Profile:

55% General American English

20% Yankee

15% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

I'm so glad I stopped by Amber's today, because I've had a blah day and have nothing to say. I was much relieved to see Blog It Forward being passed around. Here's my part for BIF:


Go Fug Yourself. Why do I love these girls so much? Maybe because it reminds me of life in Hollywood/LA and I'm just homesick all of the time. Or, maybe it's because they take one look at Britney Spears and instinctively react the same way I do - with venom, sarcasm and (hopefully) wit.


Dooce. What can I say? I wish she lived in Boulder so we could walk our dogs and go out drinking together. Rube even looks a little like Chuck.


Gringa Diaries. I don't even know how I first visited this blog, but I've been checking in for a while now, while the Gringa tries desperately to become pregnant. About 10 days ago, she learned that she's finally there - and announced today that she's having twins. I'm not one of those women who's totally into babies or kids or anything - but when I read the Gringa's good news, I cried. I still cry every time I think about her.

There's a whole bunch of other good ones listed to the right, and a zillion more that I haven't found yet. Go read!

I've just learned that one of my academy instructors was killed in the line of duty on Saturday. A former Douglas County Sheriff's officer, he and his family had returned to his hometown in Kansas, where he was a sheriff's officer.

Rest in peace, Kurt Ford.

Go check out the new Burton comic - it's fantastic.

Link via Beancounter.

Talk about stating the obvious...it was either that, or she was putting on weight as fast as she could for her "before" photos as the next Trim Spa spokes-girl....

She's preggers.

**Beware, the site takes forever to load and is clogged up with gobs of flash - no plain vanilla html version that I could find.

Our first track event of the season came off without any major hitches - we ran two riding schools (one for new racers and one for new riders), plus the regular track day events. Kim was so organized and well prepared - everything was ready for the customers, and she even fed all of us for the weekend - prepared everything in CO, packed it up and drove it all out to IA. I need someone that organized to plan the wedding for me!

A's father joined us for the weekend, and I think they both had a fantastic time. Unfortunately, he was supposed to fly back to the west coast on Sunday, with a connecting flight through Denver - and anyone who was watching the news on Sunday or read a newspaper on Monday probably knows, Colorado got hit hard by a blizzard on Sunday, which shut down Denver International Airport. We ended up having to fly him through Chicago early Monday morning in order to get him out of IA - but that wasn't too bad, we got to have another evening all together. The other bad news was that we weren't able to leave early Monday as scheduled...we were on standby and of course got bumped for all of the ppl who were supposed to have flown on Sunday. Another day at work missed. You can imagine how distraught I was.

The boy started TiVoing "MXC" a while back, and whenever we have a night home together where he's not glued to the computer (once a month, maybe?), we watch episodes of "MXC" (unless it's Friday, which is all about "Battlestar Gallactica"). Last night we watched 3 in a row, skipping over commercials, so about an hour - that show makes us laugh so hard! For those not acquainted with it, "MXC" airs on SpikeTV, and it's a Japanese program that has voice-overs in English - the contestants have to do a series of somewhat hazardous physical challenges which are themselves kind of funny (c'mon, it's funny when someone falls down!!), but the voice-overs are the best part - totally off-the-wall comments, and they make up ridiculous names and professions for everyone.

Today's meme suggested by Amber:

Accent: none, except southern when liquored up
Bra size: wouldn't you like to know
Chore I hate: weeding. spiders and crawly things everywhere
Dad’s name: jan
Essential makeup: powder with spf, lip balm, black mascara
Favourite perfume: it varies with the season - i use vanilla in the winter, a peppery chocolate scent in fall and winter, and Allure or Layla in the spring and summer
Gold or silver: never gold, unless it's white
Hometown: winter park, fl
Interesting Fact: the high chair i used as a baby also held the infant Teddy Roosevelt
Job Title: websitter, marketing wench
Kids: does a deaf, one-eyed dog count? if so, one
Living arrangements: hubby-to-be and i live in a house he bought 2 years ago - a big, drafty place in Boulder, with open space and a creek behind us
Mom’s birthplace: honolulu, hawaii
Number of apples eaten last week: 3? maybe 4
Overnight hospital stays: besides my own birth, one - knee surgery
Phobias: runny eggs, spiders, rooms with low ceilings (hey, i'm 6' tall!)
Question you ask yourself a lot: where the hell are my shoes?
Religious affiliation: yes, i have one
Siblings: one sister, one brother, both younger
Time I wake up: 6am - you wouldn't know that's daytime for how dark it is!
Unnatural hair color: blonde/auburn highlights
Natural hair color: light brown
Vegetable I refuse to eat: mushrooms
Worst habit: recovering nail biter
X-rays: teeth, right elbow (sprained), right shoulder (broken), most fingers (one broken), toes (2 broken), right hip (dislocated), knees(both ACLs torn), ankles (only sprained)...did i mention that i'm an unprofessional stuntwoman?
Yummy food I make: gooey pasta w/ melted mozarella & filet mignon
Zodiac sign: scorpio

Just got to work after a site tour and breakfast at a new hotel in Boulder, the St. Julien Hotel and Spa. What a beautiful place. Visit the website if you have a chance - the "model" room on their website is identical to the one we toured. While the breakfast left a bit to be desired, the hotel itself was worth the trip. I'm considering it for our wedding night, something that I wouldn't have considered except that we'll have houseguests for our wedding weekend....

I went to CompUSA yesterday, took a deep breath, and bought a PowerBook. Butterflies the entire time - I wasn't that nervous buying a car! Why does it feel like such an extravagance? It's a totally functional, necessary purchase (yeah, I'll keep telling myself that), which has already enabled me to be so productive - I worked on a wedding page yesterday in my spare time at work, and it's nearly done! Besides being a write-off for the business, it really wasn't that much when I considered how much I've spent over the years on less-worthy computers, and how many computers in the last couple of years have just come our way, for little or no cost. Anyway, I'm through justifying myself. I bought it, I love it. Now we can move on.

Hint: It's no longer on my wish list.

What's small, shiny and fast? What's sleek, beautiful, expensive and precious? No, it's not a new car. Guess again.