Megan, Me, Food, Drinks, Cabin in the Woods

That sums up the evening pretty well…

Megan: “OK, what can I eat?”
Me: “Well I kinda whipped up this coconut curry tomato soup thing…”
Megan: “Of course you did.”
Me: “Wanna try it?  I put tomatoes in there with some sauce, some coconut milk, honey, salt, curry paste..”
Megan:  “Yeah, I can taste all of that. Yum.”
Me: “It’s great over Ramen noodles, but we ran out of Ramen.”
Megan: “I think I have some in my car…”
Me: “Of course you do.”


Me: “Thanks for bringing the orange juice.  Somebody left cake-flavored vodka at our house – I think it’d be good with that.”
Megan: “Works for me.”
Me: “I want something fizzy in it too.  Would it be weird to put beer in there?”
Megan: “I dunno, go for it.”
Me: “This could be total genius or totally gross.”
Megan: *sips drink. Scoots drink closer to her and turns away with it under her arm.
Me: “I’ll take that as ‘genius'”.  


Megan: “MERMAN!!”
Me: “I know, right!?”
*many giggles from both sides.

We needed some quality time together. :)


I’m quitting my job!

Not Scarface from Half Baked quitting, but quitting. I’ve hated this job for a long time, and life is too short to spend 40 hours of every week doing work that makes me homicidal. So I’m quitting. I have no idea what I’ll do next. I’ve looked at everything from dog-walker to cheese researcher to ninja. The possibilities are endless. It’s overwhelming and exciting and terrifying. In the best way.

Talking with Eric yesterday:

me:  I’m just typing up my letter of resignation and am having a freak-out moment.
shit’s about to be really real.

Eric:  don’t freak out.
shits about to be AWESOME + .5

me:  just .5??  auuuugggggggghhhhh!

Eric:  maybe I meant *1.5?

me:  oh. okay…
except i feel like I might vomit.

Eric: i believe in you.

me:  i was right. i could send it.

Eric:  \o/

me:  \m/
and also whatever the emoticon is for “oh, holy fuck.”

Eric:  uh, no idea.
something like that perhaps?

me:  exactly that.

I do realize that the economy is kind of in the crapper right now and quitting a perfectly good (albeit godawful boring) job to go find my bliss is probably incredibly irresponsible. I do have those moments of clarity. Fortunately for me though, I have super-supportive people in my world. Ones that remind me that change is active. And good. And scary. And sometimes it needs to be irresponsible. Sometimes you just have to jump.

So here I go, friends. I’m jumping.


Home Sweet Home

The new place has come together. There’s art on the walls, food in the cupboards. The smoke alarm has proven itself worthy. Grace has puked in the corner of the living room. Eric has (almost) stopped giving me a weird look when he finds me watching The Golden Girls in my underwear. We are home.

As we were settling in, we found that we had a fair amount of household stuff to buy. We were both all too familiar with the Target trap- go in for Kleenex, walk out two carts and $200 poorer- so we decided to explore the online route. We navigated to Amazon and ordered ourselves 6 months worth of paper towels, laundry detergent, dish soap, etc.

I guess I had thought that we would get monthly shipments of our various wares so imagine my delight when I came home to discover the toilet paper had arrived in bulk!

Naturally, I made a fort.

and Eric (almost) didn’t give me the pantsless Golden Girls look.

I don’t have to wear pants anymore!

In related news… Eric and I finally found a place of our own. WOOHOO!

It’s super-duper cute and cheap and in the neighborhood we wanted and there’s a toilet ghost that sings when you flush and it’s perfect.

It’s a whirlwind of fuck right now with the moving in and unpacking and organizing but I did find some time to customize our shower curtain:

I’ve also already managed to set off the smoke alarm. Making tea. It’s starting to feel like home. :)

Zombies Vs. Vampires

The other night Eric and I were talking about very important social issues:

Me: So when the zombie apocalypse happens, who do you think is gonna win, zombies or vampires?

Eric: Vampires, obviously.

Me: Why obviously?  Zombies are a real threat.

Eric: Vampires are smart, and dead. Zombies only eat things that are alive.

Me: But zombies eat brains. Vampires have brains. The zombies wouldn’t want the vampires brains?

Eric: Zombies don’t eat brains because they’re hungry. It’s animal-like instinct. They don’t go around digging up graves. They just kill things and gnaw on them.

Me: Oh… I guess that’s true. So the zombies wouldn’t care about the vampires.

Eric: Right.

Me: But the vampires would kill the zombies because they don’t want them killing all the people.

Eric: Yeah, I guess. Hadn’t thought of that. Vamps do need to eat, so they would have to keep a food supply around.

Me: Right. They’d just kill the competition. So, who will beat the vampires? Ware-wolves?

Eric: Doubt that. Some higher demons could though. Vampires and Warewolves are half-human. Not as strong.

Me: So, evil Pegasuses then? Oh! that’s a fun word, Pegasuses. Pegasuseses. Try it!

Eric: Um… no.

Me: No, they won’t win or no you won’t try it? It’s really fun! Pegasuses.

Eric: …

Me: Fine. Don’t try it. But you should know that when the evil Pegasuses take over, they plan to kill all the fun-haters first. That makes me worried for you.

Eric: I’ll take my chances.

The next day:

Me: I think I’m going to post our zombies/ vampires conversation on the blog. The world needs to know about the evil Pegasi. I thought about it today and that’s probably how you make Pegasus plural.

Eric: Probably, yes.

Me: But Pegasuses is so much more fun to say! Did you try it?

Eric: No.

Me: Are you sure? Your eyes say you tried it.

Eric: Well, not in public.

Me: You did try it!

Eric: Shut up.

Me: Maybe the Pegasuses will let you live after-all.

Full of Hot Air?

Last December Eric and I bought vouchers for a hot air balloon ride with Longmont Hot Air Balloon, LLC. We didn’t want to schedule anything in the winter cause Brrrr! Spring got real busy, real quick, and all of a sudden, summer is almost over. Oops!

Today I had some extra time at work (shocking, I know) so I thought I might contact the company to see about scheduling a ride before we run smack into winter again. A phone call led to a recorded message that directed me to their website.

You guys, I love their website. Seriously. I absolutely could not stop giggling.

From the Home Page:

Special Occasions
Wedding gifts – Birthdays – Anniversaries – Proposals – Sunrises – Divorces – And More!
Divorce really is a special occasion best celebrated with a hot air balloon ride. But there are stipulations-

From the FAQ page:

Special divorce flights do not include real champagne or cake. We have some partially filled bottles of Strawberry Hill and Boone’s Farm we found hidden behind the desk of Jay Leno at “The Tonight Show”.

More from the FAQ page:

Small dogs may be welcome. Little wooden bears, stuffed moose or chipmunks may also be okay–no cats!
Thank goodness I can bring my stuffed moose. Maybe.

With respect for the population and pets on the ground… 
Because even though we hate your cat, we respect it.

…we only intentionally fly over the city, at legal altitudes, once or twice a year.
We do it UNintentionally ALL the time.

All balloon rides are romantic (but the pilot will also be present!).

Family or friends are welcome to go along. But note some people are overly sensitive to brightly colored fabric and wicker.
Well, sure. Who isn’t overly sensitive to wicker?!

Every sunrise and every day is a gift.
Sunflower fields in bloom can be an added bonus.
“Frequently Asked Questions”

Flights from the boulder area are on a limited basis.
when we do fly there we try to look for signs of intelligent life.
ooooohhhhhh.  Burn.

I’m still waiting to hear back from them on a date but I am SO frigging excited for our ride. Boone’s Farm, a stuffed moose, and a voyeuristic pilot- Oh My!

I’ve got crabs.

No, not the itchy, irritating, up-in-your-junk kind.

The “going-to-meet-your-friends-for-a-late-lunch-after-an-exhausting-derby-scrimmage-but-getting-stuck-in-standstill-traffic-in-your-non-air-conditioned-car-which-starts-overheating-and-the-only-thing-you-can-do-to-keep-it from-blowing-up-is-to-blast-the-heat-even-though-it’s-8,000-degrees-outside” kind.

The “finally-getting-to-your-destination-to-meet-your-friends-and-after-circling-the-block-five-times-in-your-piece-of-shit-almost-on-fire-car-you-still-can’t-find-a-parking-spot” kind.

The “giving-up-and-going-home” kind.

The “getting-stuck-in-traffic-AGAIN-despite-going-a-different-way” kind.

The “agreeing-to-pick-up-your-boyfriend-at-Tattered-Cover-so-you-can-go-get-groceries-only-to-discover-that-the-road-you-are-taking-to-get-there-is-closed-due-to-the-fucking-USA-Pro-Cycling-Challenge-and-having-to-detour-3.6-miles-out-of-your-way-which-doesn’t-sound-that-far-but-in-stop-and-go-traffic-takes-you-another-45-minutes” kind.

The “the-heater-in-your-car-has-been-on-full-blast-for-over-an-hour-and-it’s-now-about-9,000-degrees-outside-and-about-10,000-in-your-car” kind.

The “haven’t-eaten-since-9-AM-and-it’s-now-3-PM” kind.

The “attempting-to-trick-your-hunger-by-feeding-it-water-but-realizing-too-late-that-your-water-is-boiling-lava-hot” kind.

Yeah, I have that kind.

Although as I write this, I must admit that I am feeling a whole lot better. Apparently gin is an excellent cure for crabs. At least this kind. :)


Prepping for Burning Man

John is leaving to go to Burning Man this weekend, so we hit up some thrift stores around town to get him some costume stuff.

The evening consisted mostly of me being distracted by awesome stuff for myself, and not helping John much at all.  It also resulted in some of the funniest / weirdest conversations we’ve ever had.  Which says a lot, as you probably know.

Me: *holding up pink blazer* “What about this?”
John: “I already have a pink blazer.”
Me: “Yeah, but is it THIS color pink?”
John: “No……”
Me: “Exactly.  And this one has shoulder pads.”


Me: “Oooooo – look at these purple slipper thingies!”
John: “You’re not helping…”
Me:  “Yes, I am!  These are awesome…. for me.”
John:  “We’re supposed to be finding stuff for me!”
Me: *sighs and puts slippers back* “Oooohhhhkay….”
——10 minutes later—–
John: *begins to try on the purple slippers*
Me: “Uhm, those are the slippers I was just trying on – they’re gonna be to small for you.”
John: “They are?”
Me: “Yes.  Pay attention.  Those will fall off your feet at burning man anyway.  And more importantly, they’re much cuter on me.”

Suddenly, a song starts playing over the sound system – a beat which I know well.  I look up at John in shock.

John: “What?”
Me: “Holy shitballs.”
John: “What!??”
Me:  “We just got Rick Rolled*.”
John:  *laughing* “Holy crap, that’s awesome.”

We found many goodies while we were out (and yes, I did come home with a large red & white striped popcorn bowl.  Because who doesn’t need that!??), and also a pair of vibrating slippers that I REALLY wanted to buy, but realized that I have 2 pairs of slippers at home and I was being ridiculous.

DAMN.  I should have bought them.

We even stopped for some frozen custard on the way home.  It was SOOO YUMMY and we both felt like fat-asses by the time we got back.  But that didn’t stop John from asking….

John: “Can you find your fishnets so that I can try them on?”
Me: “Sure!” 
*long pause*
Me:  “Wow, did that just happen?”

Anyway, I think John is pretty well prepared for his Burning Man trip now.

He’s so ready, it’s kind of scary. No really, he’s freaking me out.

*if you don’t know what it means to get “Rick Rolled” you should probably just crawl out from under that rock you’ve been living under and find out. :)