New me

Can you still feel the butterflies?

"Take a Picture Upside Down"

You're just jealous your Jones Cream Soda bottle cap doesn't talk to you.

Bandaid for the Heart

Mini-cheesecake from my "Get Emotionally Well" gift.

Get Well Soon

Petals from my "Get Well" roses.

Creme Me

Jen makes me eat dessert, cause she can't.

Wierd clouds

Buff in WY

P-Diddy and his Ribs

Where's Waldo?

The Denver airport, apparently.

The Crepe Escape

Best office yet.

Standing Ovation

Phatilly. She's such good entertainment.

Sweet

Terminal Illness

Airports make me do crazy things. Like using wrapping paper like a light sabre.

Who needs Photoshop when you have the Creator?

Irony #4

This is where our National Dealer Forum was held...not much more I can legally say about that.

Blame Canada

That's totally another country across the river behind us...

Largest tire in the world

Detroit, MI. Figures.

Dinner for 3

I love crashing Jen & Collin's meals...cause Collin is a fantastic cook, and we always eat outside! And I live vicariously through their dogs. Bindhi loves me.

Saturday Night

At the Bridal Shower.

Ground Below - best rendition of "Hit Me Baby" I've EVER heard.

Sweet relief.

Totally the bass player of The Fray.

Groupie de Ground Below.

Time stops for no man

Irony #3

"We've got to work on our indigenous farm animal knowledge." -Charlie

One of Hot Spring's many attractions we passed on our unexpected drive from Rapid City back to Denver. While traveling with my Regional Manager (nice title for "My Boss's Boss), Charlie and I arrived at the airport to find out our flight was canceled, and the next one out was the next day at 7:30 pm. So we rented a crappy Toyota, and drove until midnight back to the airport to get our cars and head home. It's amazing what you can pull out of your rear to talk about...

S.D. V.A. Hospital

Admin

Jen went on a cleaning binge, and found some sunlasses she'd bought at Roswell to scare Steve.

What's even better is...the totally worked!

Glory Days

Busted out Sam (the bike) after a year-long hiatus of riding. He needed a little bit of air...and I should probably change the rusty chain, but he continued to serve his purpose quite nicely...even if the one-speed factor left me a little breathless on our backwoods 5 mile ride!

Denver Museum of Art

I took the Light Rail to meet Doug on 16th Street to go to the museum. We walked through the Peoples' Fair to get there, which is an experience in and of itself, and there was this bubble machine that sent lovely irredescent orbs across the entirety of City Park. Pretty freakin' sweet!

Unfortunately, the works of art I wanted to actually take pictures of made us get in trouble. But we had two mutual favorites: one was a huge wall of oil painted entries much like a journal that this artist had written about the death of his father and what thoughts were racing through his head, including "I am farting so loudly that I woke up the dogs" and "I wonder if my dad were alive and creating this painting, what he would do? I know he wouldn't have sworn on it nearly as much." The second was an incredibly dark room that you were almost afraid to walk into because you couldn't see a thing. After a couple minutes your eyes adjust to see what looks like a giant blue square that's being projected on the wall from somewhere. You walk up to it to examine it closer, feel the wall, and then try to put your hand on the blue rectangle when YOUR HAND GOES STRAIGHT THROUGH!!! It's a room, not a projection or screen! So we watched people from the back of the room on benches (cause we could see them, but they couldn't see us!), and laughed and laughed and laughed!

Nice presentation

A tuna concoction...not quite as good the second time around...*grimace*