My favorite caption from this week’s edition:
“Jeffco District Attorney Scott Storey formally announces he is running for re-election during a pig roast Jan. 16 at the Jefferson County Fairgrounds Exhibit Hall.”
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
I just have to add that Chris and I went out to dinner tonight and it’s 3 degrees and snowing outside (down from the aforementioned high of nine degrees this morning). I came in and put on my jammies and my fleece robe and I feel sooooooo good. It’s like I’m being hugged by God. Life doesn’t get any better.
Not This One, The Other Zoo
So Chris took Timothy and Alexis to the zoo today. It was nine degrees out and snowing. It’s fun to watch the animals at a zoo with seasons — the giraffes and elephants and hippos all have indoor homes for the winter so you don’t have to stand out in the cold to see them (which I’m sure they appreciate, too). And the polar bears and the Arctic fox run around like crazy outside.
I figured the tiger would be too cold to come outside and try to escape today. Honestly. You think you’re being careful and then you realize the medicine your doctor told you to give the kids has been recalled by the FDA and the educational toys you bought are slowly poisoning them and the trip to the zoo to get them out and exercising and learning is really just providing the tigers a tasty lunch buffet because their enclosure is more suggestion than actual protection. I have a headache. How do people who don’t believe the good Lord is looking out for their families ever leave the house?
A Few of My Favorite Things
I know I’m going to get a lecture from someone on starving children in Darfur (you know who you are), but here are a few things I miss from California — not including family & friends…I figure those are a given…
-the beach and beachy weather. There is no fog in CO. I never thought about it before, but why would there be?
-good produce in winter. I was so spoiled before. Now I’m getting tired of apples and oranges. I want a peach.
-going to my mailbox barefoot
-The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, El Rancherito, In-N-Out, El Pollo Loco and Trader Joe’s
-autographed headshots posted anywhere from the drycleaners’ to the post office. I know, it’s cheesy…but isn’t it amusing to tell people you ate at the same Mexican food place as Kimmie from Full House? You know you love it
-being able to get sushi after 10pm. Being able to get anything after 10pm.
-being able to buy alcohol at the grocery store. I’m not a lush, I swear. But it would be nice to buy a bottle of wine with my groceries.
-outrageous politicians. Everybody here is normal and therefore boring.
Hot, hot, hot!
It was a sweltering 54 degrees here today — warmer, I think, than Los Angeles. You’d have thought it was summer in Cabo — people walking around in short sleeves and shorts (and exposing arms and legs that haven’t seen the sun since early Sept. Whooo-weeeee!)
I was wearing a sweater (because the baby spit up on all my T-shirts and I’m too lazy to do laundry yet) and I was dying, it was so hot. Yet I’m pretty sure if I’d been in CA, I would have been freezing. I can’t decide if I’m getting acclimated or if it’s true what they say — that the cold here doesn’t feel as cold because it’s dry and the sun is out. I thought that was the craziest claim I’ve heard about Colorado, but I swear it feels true.
The Crying Game
So when we get all three kids crying at the top of their lungs at once (which has happened quite frequently in this hellacious void between holidays and school resuming…), Chris and I look at each other and yell, “Jackpot!” And laugh slightly maniacally. Is that mean?
In Purse-uit of My Sanity
I was digging through my purse the other day (I almost never use it, instead preferring the fashionable army-green one-shouldered diaper bag that can be wiped clean with a damp cloth. Very chic) and this is what I found:
-my house keys, which have been missing for about a month now
-my Bad-Hair-Day clip that probably doesn’t make me look much better but at least makes me feel like I look better
-a diaper
-a vial containing one small piece of chalk, removed from Alexis’ nose 3 weeks ago. The doctor asked if I wanted to keep it and I figured I’d be better off taking it and changing my mind later than declining and waking up in the middle of the night, wishing I’d kept her snotty chalk. But it’s still in there since I don’t know exactly what to do with it
-various reciepts, Kleenex and the usual purse detrius
