blog Archive: September 2007

Sunday, September 30, 2007

And the Rockies take… well, nothing yet, really.

 

Whooooo! What an exciting day! After years of finishing at or near the bottom of the NLWest, my beloved (and beleaguered) Colorado Rockies won yet another game… and the Padres (whom I would usually root for, an affectation I picked up years ago from an SD-native boyfriend) lost to the Brewers — actually, were kicked in the ass by the Brewers — which puts us both at 89 wins for the season… which means we’ll play head-to-head tomorrow in a one-game playoff to determine which team will take the NL wild card position.

 

We have a lot going for us. For one thing, we’ll have the home field advantage. Which also means that we don’t have to travel tonight. The Pads, on the other hand, have to get their tired tushies from Milwaukee to Denver. And they’ll have no time to acclimate to the altitude. Oh yeah, and we’re riding on the emotional high of winning 13 of our last 14 games… and did I mention that the Brewers wiped the floor with the Pads today? So they’re tired, they’re out of breath, AND they’re demoralized.We’d SO better not screw this up.

 

A few high points in the game:

1. Well, winning. I would have preferred to win my a larger margin, but it did make for an exciting game.

2. Hearing nearly 50,000 people cheer every time the growing Brewers score went up on the scoreboard.

3. Joe congratulating me for getting Megan excited about baseball. “Megan has NEVER stood up and yelled at the TV for a sporting event. This is a first in our marriage.” Hey, no problem. Glad to be of assistance. :)

 

10:07 PM

 

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Halloween and The Worst Gift Ever

 

Side note: There is no MySpace blog category for “Holidays”

 

Happy, happy Helloween, silver shamrocks! Well kiddies, it’s the most wonderful time of the year again. To spare all of you nonprofessional Halloween participants, I have held back on mentioning anything until this here late date. I assure you, I’ve been piecing my costume together for weeks already (and by piecing, I mean gathering all the bits I need and then neglecting to actually sew anything together) and slowly bringing the décor up from the basement.

 

In my usual Halloween tradition, I have three costumes being concurrently designed. First in priority is my costume for Erin’s annual bash. The theme this year is Venetian Masquerade, and in deference to my recent-ish trip to Paris (and my mild obsession with the Bastille) I’ll be attending as a member of the French aristocracy. I’m finding it very difficult to deny my morbid tendencies and keep it “clean” as it were. I’m so accustomed to being dead or undead at this time of year! And it would be so lovely to include a guillotine… alas.

 

The second costume is something that Megan and I have up our sleeves for the annual Westphal party. It came together serendipitously in a fit of giggles and still needs a little fleshing out (no pun intended, I promise) and I’m sure that whatever Joe adds to the mix will bring it all together nicely.

 

Costume Three is for greeting trick-or-treaters at my door. I wasn’t planning anything special, but last night stumbled across a Dia de los Muertos mask that I just had to have. I collect what Day of the Dead stuff I can afford, which is very little, and couldn’t let this slip by.

 

At this point, I’m planning on wearing Costume One to work, if the panniers fit in my office chair, but I may have to plan a spare Costume Four just in case. And I love every stinkin’ minute of it!

 

Now, boys and girls, the bit you’ve all been waiting for… this year’s winner for Worst Gift Ever. Admittedly, there was no contest. I have never seen anything quite so cheap AND misguided while simultaneously being constructed overseas by abused and unpaid children. I bring you, my adored readers, The Deer Rider.

 

deer_rider.jpg

 

 

Musical buck sings along as he takes his “last ride.”

 

Oh, my. And what does he sing? Low Rider! Well, of course.

 

All my friends know the low rider

The low rider is a little higher

Low rider drives a little slower

Low rider is a real goer

Low rider knows every street yeah!

Low rider is the one to meet yeah!

Low rider don’t use no gas now

Low rider don’t drive to fast

Take a little trip

Take a little trip

Take a little trip and see

Take a little trip

Take a little trip

Take a little trip with me

 

There is nothing left to say.

 

7:30 AM

 

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

catching up

 

Okay, okay, I’ve been offline for a few days. Not offline entirely, but off MySpace for a week. And I hardly missed it. But signing back on alerted me to a particular dusty ol’ bulletin that I should have heard directly from the rooster’s mouth… I’m disappointed; that friend was my tour guide to a completely different world than I’m familiar with, and I had barely begun to explore it. I suppose my own safe, suburban life wasn’t enough to reciprocate. ;) (I can hear him now, saying “but I’m bizeeee!”)

 

In other news, I’m happy to report that Chad is feeling better and will start updating his blog again today. He tells me that China’s heavy pollution is contributing to his “smoker’s cough.”

 

In more other news, Megan-who-is-never-on-MySpace finally accepted a friend request that’s been sitting in her inbox for many months. The result is that we now know Whipped Cream Guy’s real name (though I’ve informed him that we’re not likely to use it). And I’ve added him to my Friends list, as well. Woo! More people with whom to party at VLV!

 

Hmmm, I was planning on heading to the office early to make up for going home sick yesterday, but the local news just flashed a big ol’ traffic snarl RIGHT AT MY EXIT up on the screen.

 

Tomorrow’s post: Halloween. Also, The Worst Product Ever. Sure to be a big hit this Christmas.

 

7:35 AM

 

Monday, September 17, 2007

Favorite Conversation of the Day

Preamble: This past Friday I had the opportunity to hear the inaugural (and likely final) performance of a band hastily pieced together from co-workers. As our company has recently adopted a Zero Waste policy, the haphazard group decided to call themselves the Go Zeroes. After sending an email to congratulate their show, the following conversation ensued:

 

Doug: We can be zeroes…just for one day… (sung to the tune of Heroes…bowie)

Manny: Shit! I’d totally do some Bowie songs…

Me: I don’t suppose Queen Bitch falls in line with the Gaiam message…

Manny: Depends on how you define “bitch”

Bill: Or “queen”.

 

Maybe you had to be there. :)

 

7:47 PM

 

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

the bright side

 

I was blogging in my head last night; all sorts of muttering and venting about living with an auto-immune disease, but lucky for you, dear reader, I have put on a brave smile with which to face a new day.

 

I feel very accomplished thus far today. I have showered, dressed, cleaned the catbox, and MADE YOGURT. That’s right, I used my neat little yogurt incubator for the first time overnight, and lo and behold, I now have YOGURT. Per instructions, I heated the (organic nonfat) milk to boiling, let it cool to 125 degrees, added a tablespoon of “starter” (thick Greek yogurt for me, thanks, nonfat and free of hormones) and kept it over very low heat for 10 hours. How fekkin’ neat! I haven’t tasted it yet; the instructions suggest letting it cool for 4 or so hours before using it. Maybe I’ll make some yogurt cheese tonight, if I can find my cheesecloth. Or maybe I should set my sights a little lower and simply take the recycling to the municipal center and steam some lovely-last-week-when-I-bought-them veggies for dinner.

 

Oh, and I found a beer in my fridge this morning when I was moving things around to fit in the yogurt! Isn’t that a lovely gift from the Forgotten In The Refrigerator gods? It’s not like I was out of beer, but hey, now I have one more!

 

However, first things first: I need to take my car into the shop this morning to get a new starter put in… unless by some unlikely miracle, the problem is actually the battery. HAhahahaha!

 

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken

Perhaps they’re better left unsung

I don’t know, don’t really care

Let there be songs to fill the air

 

8:21 AM

 

Thursday, September 06, 2007

The quick way, or the pretty way?

 

When I was a little girl and driving to or from some errand with my mom, she would often look over her shoulder into the back seat and ask me, “Quick way or pretty way?”

 

I hate Westminster. For those of you who don’t know, that’s the town I’ve been living in for the past four years. I lived in Boulder for eight years, and almost entirely enjoyed it. It offers mountains, farms, lakes, terrific restaurants, great shopping, an amazing bike path system, good mass transit, and a civic commitment to keeping it that way. So when it was time for me to buy a place of my own, I bought as close as I could afford… which was Westie. I have previously compared it to Azkaban, and while I now have some perfectly lovely friends here with me, I still stand by the comparison. It’s sprawl at its worst. Rows and rows of charmless homes, “big box” restaurants, chain stores, multi-lane roads… it’s WalMart, USA.

 

The friends with whom I’ve been splitting a CSA share are out of town this week, so I was delegated to pick up the bounty this afternoon. Driving up north to Lafayette was such a treat, after being away for so long. It’s not as if it’s far away, maybe 10 or 15 miles, but I don’t usually have reason to travel in that direction. There I was, parked next to a split-rail fence in a gravel lot, picking up bags of freshly-picked produce, staring off at some ridiculously pastoral farm across the road. I decided to skip the drudgery of the supermarkets and gas stations along 287 and take a prettier route home. I drove east on 7 (Baseline Rd., which also runs directly along the 40th parallel for any geography geeks out there), though charming Lafayette, with its antique stores and bicyclists and stop lights every 100 feet, into sleepy Erie…

 

Oh wait, I forgot about Erie. When I first moved out to Colorado, Erie was a tiny, nearly unpopulated town that still didn’t have any paved roads. My oh my, how things have changed. Huge housing developments and a luxury golf course have sprung up along 7, obliterating farmland and the shooting range. Maybe I could turn off on Lowell… but I don’t remember if it goes all the way through to 120th. Oh look, there’s Sheridan, which I *know* goes all the way through, and winds through some quaint farms on the way… but I’ve already zipped past on this freshly-widened, 4-lane, 65MPH road. However, that means Huron is up ahead, and it’s less wind-y but no less farm-y than Sheridan up here… when some small part of my soul cried a last gasp before dying, and I instead headed straight to I-25. It used to be grazing pastures up here, but is now filled with Circuit City and Pier 1 and WalMart. I may have gotten home a moment sooner, but I am a tiny bit worse off for it.

 

We should always choose the pretty way.

 

Currently listening :

Grown Backwards

By David Byrne

8:54 PM

 

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

insulted/amused pt. II

 

It must be something in the air. While walking into the mall food court at lunchtime today, a perfect stranger in a suit said “hello” and then two guys in their cammies turned around from their patio table to watch me walk in, and then out again a few minutes later.

 

Maybe my skirt was tucked into my panties? Pretty sure I would have noticed…

 

Currently listening :

Continuum

By John Mayer

7:48 PM

 

Monday, September 03, 2007

insulted, or amused?

 

While walking home from the 7-11 on the corner just now, a souped up car pulled over and very politely asked me (well, the young guy IN it asked me) if I wanted to go for a ride. I think I’m flattered.

 

Currently listening :

Buena Vista Social Club

By Ry Cooder

9:16 PM

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