I am currently in the middle of moving in with Brett. I’ve been bringing over loads of my stuff and this weekend I will move the rest and my furniture and will be official and completely moved in.
We will be living in an apartment, we have some duplicate stuff and both will have extra stuff we don’t want to get rid of, so we are also getting a storage unit. I made a reservation and went yesterday to see the space and make sure it’s big enough.
There were two to look at. The public storage chick and I headed up the elevator to the 3rd floor. She was telling me they were having some electical problems, but that it should be all fixed by later that day. The elevator doors opened and it was pretty dark. You could see only every other light was on, but it was plenty light enough to go check out the unit. We started down the maze of units, heading to the very back where my unit would be. We were several turns and serveral isles down when suddenly ALL the lights shut off. We are in an enclosed space, there are no windows or doors, it was pitch black. The lady and I stood for a minute expecting them to come back on, but they didn’t.
It was spooky! I didn’t know how to get back to the elevator in the light, let alone the dark. We both started feeling along the walls and walking back where we’d come from. The lady and I were talking to each other, but I couldn’t help but think maybe this was a practical joke or done deliberately and someone was going to come and snatch us. I started to really freak myself out.
We had made a few turns, I was trying not to panic when I remembered my cell phone and pulled it out. We made our way back to the elevator by way of the light from my cell. Phew, what a relief to see the elevator door. Once we were outside, the lady was apologizing profusely. it wasn’t her fault, but I did reserve the previous unit on the 1st floor in the front for an extra $8 a month! ha.
So I took my chances with the weather and tried camping last weekend. I have to say it was better than last weekends four solid days of rain, but it definetely put a cramp in things.
The plan was 4 of us were to go up on Saturday morning. We went up a 4 wheel drive trail off the Guanella Pass Road above Georgetown. We were going to secure a site, set up camp and go for a day hike. We’d be back in the late afternoon in time for 4 more people to join us. Then we settle in for a night of fun, food, beers & marshmellows around the campfire. Sunday, maybe a little hike then pack out and go home.
It started off fine. Me, Brett, my friend Jen and her boyfriend Nate left at 9am and were so excited heading up I-70. It was a gorgeous day, 69 degrees and sunny, we all wore shorts and tanks. We decided to stop in Georgetown for some breakfast then headed up to the campsite. We went for a little walk looking to see if there was a better spot, then came back set up the tents, and watched a dark cloud roll in. The boys wanted to start the fire before it rained before everything got too wet to do it later.
And the rain came, and came and came in wideways, then the hail started. Pea sized hail coming down like gangbusters!! That kinda puts a damper on camping. So our lovely hike never happened. We spent about 5 hours in the truck. It looked like it wouldn’t let up so we called our friends to say we might call it on account of rain. They were coming, so we stuck it out.
The rain cleared, it was cold and wet, but we managed. The rest of the crew showed up, we drank, laughed, hung around the fire, ate waaaayy too much. It was fun. We had to warm our butts quite a bit from sitting on wet logs and chairs.
Brett and I borrowed a tent from my dad. It’s only been out one other time so it was packed all neat and fit in the box. When Brett and I were folding up the tent we couldn’t make it fit… that stemmed some tension, we started bickering. Why are tents so complicated? It didn’t last for long but we did have to refold the damn thing in the living room when we got home.
All in all it wan’t a bad trip, but next time, hold the hail!
If you haven’t heard me talking about it on the air… my boyfriend Brett recently moved into an apartment. He lives on the 2nd floor, living above him are three younger boys. There are two 18 year olds and a 19 year old. They’ve all just graduated high school and this is their first time living on their own. So naturally they are doing what most kids their age would do… they’re having fun and doing all the things their parents would not allow in their house (you know what I mean). Brett and I have been pretty cool about everything. They let us know when they’re having people over, so we accomodate for it. It could be much worse, but I’ll just say it was much nicer before they moved in.
They walk like buffaloes, our tv fuzzes out when they are walking around the living room, they are contantly opening & closing their door to the balcony (it’s squeaky & clunky) to smoke. They blare their music during the day. These things we can’t really complain about.
There have been a few inconsiderate things that have annoyed us, but we’re still being cool.
But the most recent “disruption”… they got Rock Band. Yeah, awesome. They started it up around 7 last night. All of a sudden we heard the drum set…. bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. Apparently they’re pretty good, sounded like they were on expert or something. Bam, Bam, Bam…. wow, the walls are thinner than I thought. The drum set on Rock Band isn’t that loud, but damn, that sound carries, we heard every beat. And so they played… song after song after song.
They were still playing when I left for work this morning at 3am… awesome!
I encountered a super snotty girl at the gym the other day and I was shocked at the comments I heard come out of her mouth. I was in the locker room changing when a girl came in chatting on her cell phone.
Put aside the rudeness of her actually walking into the gym, checking in and walking across the entire cardio & weight room to get into the locker room all while on talking obnoxiously loud on her phone, but she’s now in the locker room talking like she is God’s gift to the world.
She chatting with a friend arranging a happy hour. She says she hasn’t been to a lot of happy hours recently because she been working them instead. She sounds like some kind of server or bartender. She says it’s hard to miss working those hours because she makes sooo much money. I’m thinking ‘Ok, she must work at a popular place, a lot of people must come in right after work, ok, makes a lot of money, that’s cool.’
But then she continues and offers the explanation why… She says she makes so much money because all these dumb guys come in and just think she’s so hot, the oogle and ogle her and love flirting with her. It’s sooo easy to pump money out of them. She butters them up, gets ‘em drunk and then sends these losers home to their fat, ugly wives. Then she tells her friend she has to go, she has to go work out and keep her ass tight.
I was shocked. Who does this girl think she is? Wow! She thinks VERY highly of herself. I thought she was pretty average looking. Then her attitude made her less than attractive. I mean you’d really have to be a supermodel to be talking like that, even then it’s not acceptable. She’s one of those girls who goes to the gym in full hair & makeup. I saw her walking (slowly) on the treadmill, I doubt she ever broke a sweat. She could definetly be one of those girls who just goes to the gym for the attention or to get hit on.
Those girls bug me and so did this one! I hope she learns a lesson really soon!
Yuck! I have always been weirded out about potlucks but as of yesterday I decided I hate them!
I went to a potluck hawaiian luau at my sister’s school yesterday. Their cafeteria made the main entree, but the families were to bring the sidedishes, rolls, fruit & desserts. I have decided I don’t like eating other people’s food, especially people I don’t know. It’s not necessarily that I am afraid of the way it may taste, it’s more the preperation, storage and sanitation concerns.
I don’t know how these people wash their dishes, if they washed their hands before they began cooking… I get really creeped out by the thought that they are licking their fingers or tasting off the utensil as they are making the dish then sticking it back in. Really, who cooks and doesn’t taste test? … and now I’m eating it… ewwww.
The other concern is how long things have been sitting out. Especially referring to the macaroni salads and such with mayo in them. You never know when or how the dishes were made. You don’t know how far away the people live or how long the dish has been unrefrigerated. I don’t want to get sick.
I couldn’t help but look around the room and wonder who cooked what. I’d pick out some less than shall we say “hygenically aware” looking people and then look down at the food I just forked up and think what could possibly be in there. I started off eating ok, but then the more I thought about it, the more creeped out I was getting and I started slowing down… it ended up I didn’t eat much at all and mostly stuck to the veggies and fruit.
Gross, just gross. I hate potlucks. Who’s with me here?
I called 911 on accident the other day. Whoops. I have a feature on my phone that allows you to call 911 by pressing one button when the keys on the phone are locked. My phone was in my purse, I was carrying a bunch of stuff into the house and in rustling around with everything I must’ve hit that button and it dialed.
I got in the house and was putting things away when I got a call. I picked it up and it was a woman from the Lakewood police department. I immediately remembered on my ride home just then, a motorcycle cop pulled out behind me and followed me for a while. I didn’t get pulled over… so I thought ‘Damn, he called the police on me! What the hell is that? Why didn’t he just pull me over? What did I do?’
I got nervous so I blurted out “I swear I wasn’t speeding!!” I think the lady was thrown off by that comment, she probably thought I was on crack. She said, “Well, well that’s good. I’m glad, but I am calling because we recieved a call from this number and I need to know if you are ok or if there is an emergency.”
I said everything was fine, then she did an interesting thing…
She asked if I was in a situation where I couldn’t tell her that I was in trouble. She said if you need an officer sent right now, just clearly say the word “Yes” now.
I of course I said “no”, but I thought that was cool. I guess in case someone was threatening me to say everything was fine and hang up the phone or something. Nice to know the Lakewood police have my back.
I’ve always thought the Olympics were cool, but I’ve never been so excited to watch them. I have been watching the Olympic trials a little and I’m pumped. I think the U.S. is going to represent really well this year!
I watched some men & women’s gymnastics, some diving, track events, & some swimming. The swimmers were breaking world records just at the trials! We’re unbeatable! My favorite event is women’s gymnatics, but I like the track & feild events too. I think diving is cool, I don’t usually watch the team sports, sometimes weightlifting is cool. I just noticed that BMX cycling is an event. Is this new? Where I have been?
Swimming & running events just kill me. I can’t believe how they will finish within tenths or hundreths of seconds of each other. It’s amazing. I felt so bad for one dude I watched in the trials. It was Michael Phelps, who of course came in 1st, then Ryan Lochte 2nd, then the third dude (don’t even remember his name) who came in less than a half second behind Phelps and is not going to the Olympics. They only took the top 2. That sucks! Could you imagine training your whole life, eating, sleeping, living the sport. Long hours, all the money, the sacrifices to be the best you can be and finally you have a shot to go to the world competition and you lose by a tenth of a second?
All in all I’m just really looking forward to it beginning. I’m gonna have to TiVo all kinds of stuff.
Beijing, here comes the U.S.!!!
I wish the best of luck to all our athletes! May they travel safe, perform strong and have no injuries.
I am in a wedding over Labor Day weekend. I’m looking forward to this one, it’s a good friend and she’ll be a cool bride. No bridezilla here. There’s always gliches when planning a big event like a wedding. There’s already been some in hers, but she’s just going with the flow. She’s not freaking out, she just wants to make it a good party. Yee Haw!!
The only thing I hate about being in weddings is the dress. Even if “it’s totally something you can wear again”, you NEVER do. I have not once, re-worn a bridesmaid dress. And these things aren’t cheap! This wedding is going to be here in Denver where the bride & groom grew up, but they currently live in Chicago. All the bridesmaids are spread out, I’m the only one in Denver. So, to make things simple, we were all required to order our dresses online. Oh yes… ONLINE.
She decides to get designer dresses (shown above, just imagine it in red), so not only do we have to order at least 4 months in advance, but they have their own size scale. Obviously I can’t just try them on, so I got through the measurements and tried to pick one that might work. I’m not an unusual size so I don’t know who can really wear these things. I ended up getting a 6, but I think it’ll fit or be snug around my waist, huge in the hips and too big in the bust. I couldn’t go to a 4 that will fit my bust, it’ll still be too big in the hips and too tight on my waist. Do they do this on purpose so you have to get it altered?
I just got my dress in the mail. I actually like it… no, I love it. It’s such a great color (deep red), it’s a nice material and it feels great, lots of support. It fits my waist, pretty much fits my bust, it’s big in the hips, but it is a dress, I’m not sure you can tell. But I need to get it taken up like a foot! Then I’ll get a better idea of how the hips look.
Alterations are soooo expensive, especially on fancy dresses like this, but hopefully I’ll only need a hem. Then I need to buy shoes & jewelery. But it’s not all bad, because I think I really would wear this one again.
Have any bridesmaid horror stories? Know any good, inexpensive tailors? Drop me a line, I’d love to here.
People Magazine voted Mario Lopez as their #1 Hottest Bachelor. While he is chiseled and pretty easy on the eyes, I would not agree with him being #1. I told Jesse that being ripped doesn’t necessarily make you hot. There are other characteristics that can make a guy hot, for example, I think Vince Vaughn is hot. Not exactly the most fit and trim, but I find him sexy because of his wit and personality.
Jesse & Shotgun then asked the ladies of the Wolf Nation for a list of things that make a guy hot. Ladies, this is what we came up with…
THINGS THAT MAKE A GUY HOT: (in no particular order)
Smile
Eyes
Arms (big, but not huge)
Voice/ Laugh
Personality
Manners
Sense of Humor
Sharp sense of style
Tattoos/ Guitar playing skills (your welcome Jenn)
Below are other guys on the People Magazine Hottest Bachelors List:
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I am currently in the middle of moving in with Brett. I’ve been bringing over loads of my stuff and this weekend I will move the rest and my furniture and will be official and completely moved in. 
