Subconscious Foreshadowing

So the men with pick axes were by and large successful. They broke through my ear drum and it won't heal for 4-6 weeks. This summer just keeps getting more and more awesome.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

There are tiny men with tiny pick axes whacking at my ear drum! I did not allow this! I can only hear out of one ear and my head, by all calculations of math and scientific logic, should have exploded on its own accord long ago.

Work Woes

So when Sears hired me for 'customer service' they quite suavely avoided using the real job title of 'merchandise customer assistance', which allows for absolutely no customer interaction whatsoever. I DO get to use a fancy little palm-pilot-majig called a SNC (pronounced 'snick'- isn't that clever? Girlish giggle....) Ooh ooh, you know what else I get? 60 hours of training with no meal breaks. So excuse me while I ponder which of my jobs is my 'real job' and which is my 'job on the side'. If you hear a gun shot, be alarmed.

Sesame Street Gang???

Oh man, my whole childhood completely demoralized in one foul swoop. I'm afraid of what I might find if I google Care Bears...

10 Fingers

I just won a game of ultimate and lost a game of 10 fingers... WHAT is the world coming to? It was a fun day of getting Heather her shots, going shopping (Pez for a dollar- sweeeeeeeeet!), and playing frisbee with Kelly and her Dakota/Conifer friends where all of my mad glory occured. Now, back to Shanna's? Probably.

Pic

Oops. Haha! But still oops.

Burn Sun Burn

So I was at the pool doing the crossword puzzles in the Denver Post, per usual. I did the New York Times, then the King, and moved smoothly onto the ever-elusive jumble. BAM, two hours of my life. And not only was I expanding my mind (or at least that's how I justify this intense nerdiness), I was getting tan too, right? No. Just burned. So the front half of my body is just lobster red, or fire engine if you prefer. You could even go with a fiery rose if you want to. (SOMEone's going to work for Crayola one day...sigh....someone else). But it hurts to move and I'm officially cowering from the light of day for as long as possible until the aloe vera kicks in and works its glorious magic. Think cool, nonburning thoughts people.

Alright, this picture is just funny. I'd like to say I took it, but that would be illegal. BUT it did snow in Colorado about a week ago, so you can just IMAGINE that the gloriousness that is this beautiful portrait COULD have been taken by ME in MY home state. Um, just enjoy the picture. 

Bike Riding

Man oh man I rode a bike for the first time in at least 5 or 6 years yesterday. It hurt a lot more than I remember! Shanna and I rode down Mineral to Carson Nature Center and then up by Chatfield Dam, under Platte Canyon through a flooded underpass (yeah...got a little wet), and then 'on-roaded' it past Columbine HS and down Bowles. Over 2 hours of solid butt-aching. But it was totally worth it, what good fun! But hey, you know what would be more fun? Not doing it in the heat of day next time. And oh yes, there will be a next time. Rock on for bike riding!

Sears

So Sears better watch out because its got a new customer service rep comin' its way. I work with brutal efficiency and a smile, and I take neither prisoners nor returns without a receipt. I'm tough but I'm fair, I will direct you to the lingerie department but I WILL shush your screaming 6-month-old if it is in my working sphere. I WILL sell you a camoflauge circular saw but only after I question you as to what purpose that pattern can possibly fulfill in your tool shed. My skills in lawn mower sales are unequaled and I don't even do it for the sub-minimum pay. I do it for the pride. dignity. self-loathing. Wait, not that last one. So, shop at your own risk ladies and gentlemen, and keep those young 'uns under control.