Dear Oliver,

Don't piss me off.  I will do it.
Love,
Your mom

The necklace totally makes the outfit.

The Clint Eastwood of Kitty Cats

Rawr.

sick and twisted

So miserable!

Just around the riiivveeerrr beeend!

I *love* the wig.

to infinity and beyond

Not.Happy.

Hello Kitty!

Heeeereee's Johnny!

A few weeks (months? whatever.) back some friends came into town for the Great American Beer Fest.  We had a day or so before the fest-business, so we took a day trip up to Estes Park.  Three of the five of us went last year around the same time, but we decided to stop at the Stanley Hotel this time.  It was awesome.  Some aspects of it reminded me of the Hotel Del Coronado.  I really want to go back and go on the ghost tour! (I'm slightly obsessed with Ghost Hunters and they totally did an episode there.)  Oh yeah, and I still need to see The Shining. Yeah, yeah. I know it's a classic. 

The front. Duh.

View from the front steps.

If there is a firetruck, I will make him take a picture in front of it.

Dude was hand polishing the lobby floor.

Alex's beer was pretty cool. REDRUM!

Downtown Estes Park

No crap.  Would have been nice to know this last year.

Fire, Fire, House on Fire!

My friend/co-worker went home last night after a long shift to see that her house was on fire.  She said the Red Cross is helping her, her little girl, and her boyfriend out and putting them up in a hotel.  She had just moved in about two weeks ago, so I think she had probably just finished unpacking all the boxes and getting things all organized. 

 The house is destroyed, no one was hurt and they haven't determined the cause yet.  Here is a link to the story: http://www.dailycamera.com/news/ci_19373994

Just reminding everyone to be thankful this holiday season (and all seasons), don't leave candles lit, turn off your stoves and unplug lights on your Christmas trees.  And no...Alex wasn't working.  He is still the white cloud of the fire station.

Biggie's Back!

The following are reasons why I think my cat is the Notorious B.I.G. reincarnated.

#1 When I get home he is very chatty and I have no idea what he's saying.  Much like Biggie. "What is that?" Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last, That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass  "Gangster..what? in Boulder?"
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
"Your duty?? Schooled you to the game?"

#2 Biggie is from Brooklyn.  Oliver is from Boulder.  Both are suburbs of major music hubs.  New York is known for...all music.  Denver is known for The Sing Off's "Urban Method".  Obvi. connection.

C. I didn't know Mr. Biggie-Smalls-Wallace personally  but I imagine he got sassy when his food supply was on the low.  You can guess Mr. Oliver's 'tude when he gets on the hungry.

D.

 vs.

OR

 vs.

I think the similarities are just screaming.

E.  Coooome onn, if these aren't Biggie in cat form my world would be turned upside down.

No? Yeah? Not so much? I think I've put up a solid argument. I also may or may not have watched Notorious tonight.

Also, this video has been going around the internets. 

li-li-liar face, li-li-liaaar faaace

Making a blog post about making a blog post in the future, is sorta the equivalent of answering the phone just to say, "Hey, I'll call you back" instead of letting it go to voicemail.

Then you don't call back.

That is me. I did that.

And I'm doing it again! Horribleexcuseforablog.

Henry Eyes

Pictures are finally uploaded from the past month! It's full of the trip to California, Roller Derby/Star Wars, Beer Fest and Punkin' Pickin'

I real update will come tomorrow. Until then...

Camera. Whore.

Firemen and Stripper Poles

Alex's parents and my parents came into town last weekend to #1 Meeeet! #2 To celebrate with Alex as he graduated from his Fire Academy!

Mom flew in on Friday night.  We stopped at the grocery store and then of course the wine store (spent more on booze than food...what can ya do).  Then we got home so she could meet Mr. Oliver.  That meeting was not as smooth as I thought it would be. I think he got scared before I left for the airport and ran into the closet without my knowledge.  So, of course as I was cleaning I shut the closet doors.

...4 1/2 hours later we get home.  Someone was pissed.  Whoops.

Needless to say there was a lot of this...

...and this.

That was pretty much the only snafu for the weekend.  Saturday morning, Alex had to be at the fire station around 6am.  As the fam bam and I were on our way to Golden for the graduation and pinning, I get a text.  "Sit in an isle.  You are going to be pinning me." Uhh..jigga whaaat? I was not prepared for this.  Then......THEN I find out that we are the first ones to go.  Sweet.

Where do I get the badge?
Where do I pin it?
On the tail? 
Down then up then through? Huh?
Do we high five after?
Where do I stand?

So, needless to say, I figured it out.  I handled it.  AND he didn't bleed.  Over all a successful visit.

With his buddy Ryan

This is my mom learning to use a camera.  10 sec. before she realizes I'm going to go up there, and she needs to take camera duty, I hear, "How do I work this??" "Mom, you push the button on the top. Like every other camera ever made." "This is what I got." "Hahahhahahaaaa...aww craaaap."

The board of badges before the ceremony.

It's an old wooden pipe (right, Alex??) the class gave to their head instructor.

I was pro at pinning compared to some of those other suckers.  They must not do as well under pressure.

Mom and I both have #1. shiny shoes #2. A.D.D.

Alex with his dad and new helmet.

My mom is the new Annie Leibovitz.

"Am I allowed to put this on?" "I dunno. Hurry up."

A real firehouse pole!

Which reminds me, my mom says to me on Saturday after the graduation, "Kim (Alex's step dad) and I decided we're going to get a stripper pole for your apartment."
Me: "Why on Earth would I need a stripper pole?"
Mom: "It's like a fire pole."
Me: "No. No it's not"
Mom: "Ya, we are getting you one so Alex thinks it's a firepole."
Me: "No. No. Not the same. Don't want one."
Mom: "Ya."

I need snow boots...things for a wedding...wine....coffee...money for a honeymoon...essentials! I don't need a stripper pole, mom. If you think I should work out, maybe a Wii Fit is more up my alley. Please...and thank you.