Front Porch Scenes

11 inches of snow here in Denver. Northern Exposures on DVD, Pizza in the oven, and a fridge full of Pilsners. Think I'll just admire the view from my window.

I've been obsessed with this man and his bongos paying a heartfelt homage to Adele in the subway.

Dear Barn Cat

Aka- Aunt Pat,

Being the superstitious bird I am, I took down my Vegas vacation trip, photos. I didn't know sight seeing was "this BIG secret" so wanting to make a safe flight home, I quickly removed my photo shoot. By doing so the Vegas "Gods" rewarded me, with being seated, smack dab in the middle of two (TWIN) Australian soccer players. I was a little anxious with a middle seat (who me, anxiety on a plane?) Until this fine lad sat down next to the window, and I said "I was starting to think, I'd have this entire aisle all to myself, to which he replied (Thick) Australian accent "Oh my team mate, is on his way" Enter the even tanner, bluer eyes, of the two, I said "team mate, I think I just spotted your doppelgänger! Get your camera phone"- they laughed. And I enjoyed my best plane ride yet. Between two twin hunks! Thanks for warning about the Vegas rules, maybe you're next flight will be of that caliber.

(Don't tell...)

So long, lonesome

I leave for Vegas tomorrow afternoon, and I AM ready to get this show on the road. The only thing is, I am flying.  The cards are always stacked against me when I take flight. I'm afraid of heights, closed spaces, and not having control. So all of the things I have going against myself when I fly, is D all of the above. I guess not having control should be okay in this scenario (Though I personally would feel better if my life were in my own hands, I might have trouble landing the plane.)

However, what does amuse me, is the music that soothes my nerves when I fly. I use my laptop en route en air'go, so the name of the band is written clear across my computer screen. One of my top five bands, Explosions in the Sky, a post-rock band with distinct chiming guitars, is my go-to flying partner. I put my ear phones in, and let their lyric free music coast me. Looking like a psycho path with the name "Explosions in the Sky" written across my computer screen, probably doesn't soothe the poor soul sitting next to me on the flight.

Ah well, see ya in Vegas!

Grey Gardens

"But you see in dealing with me, the relatives didn't know that they were dealing with a staunch character and I tell you if there's anything worse than dealing with a staunch woman... S-T-A-U-N-C-H. There's nothing worse, I'm telling you. They don't weaken, no matter what."- Little Eddie


A year ago today, I decided to drive my life across country to Alabama. That lasted a whole two months, but Meadow sure had a great trip. 

St. Christopher

Nostalgia: a heartbroken time machine to a place where we know we are loved. - Don Draper

Cold Cold Ground

We've had two huge snow storms this week, which is why I've decided to spend my weekend sleeping. So if you're looking for an exciting tale of red walls or cats blow drying their hair, you'll have to hit the backspace button. But I will leave you with a picture of when this city was much warmer, and the streets were bustling with people.

Blaze of Glory

Without my consent I was given a five-day break for the Thanksgiving holiday.  Everyone else at work was ecstatic, I on the other hand felt bullied into taking a holiday break. Wishing I could decline this vacation time and carry on with my usual daily activities, I joined the masses and high-fived a co-worker when our boss announced in the morning meeting that we would be out at noon that Wednesday before X-Giving (that's what I'm calling Thanksgiving these days).

The Wednesday before X-Giving I was home by 12:20...  what to do, what to do? What better time than now to paint my apartment! I grabbed my best friend Candice to head to the Ace Hardware with me (She used to work at a hardware store in Maine, and prides herself on navigating around those overwhelming confusing aisles)

I decided awhile back that I wanted a yellow kitchen, as we pulled out the color swatches, my eyes landed on "Firefly" yellow.  We gave the hardware guy my swatch and off he went to get my paint.  As the man in the hardware vest was in the back mixin' up the medicine' I was on the pavement thinkin' bout the government. I pulled out a vibrant red swatch and confessed "I've always wanted one single bright red wall in a house" with that information Candice admitted "ME TOO" as she began riffling through the rest of the color swatches.

Blaze of Glory was the name of the red Candice whipped out of the sea of colors. The name alone sold me, as I shouted "I'm gonna do it!" The man in the vest was back with a can of yellow paint, and a look on his face that knew his work in aisle 12 wasn't quite finished.  We sent him back (wherever it was he was mixing all this paint up) to work.

After the Ace Hardware adventure I drove Candice home and we talked about how liberating it will be to paint one single wall bright red. Coming to the conclusion there must be some psychological factor behind "the red wall theory" she wanted a full report on how it felt to finally paint that wall bright red.

Well I'm here to report it was an experience. I saved the best for last and after I was finished with the yellow kitchen I prepared the red wall with some Ani Difranco on the stereo speakers and broke out the designated paint roller. As the beige wall turned a bright red my speakers decided it wasn't Ani they needed after-all, it was Beth Orton, I obliged switching playlists.  Red symbolizing action, confidence, courage, and vitality, I began to paint one single wall with that emotionally intense color. After the first coat, I stood back and admired my new courageous wall, as my muscles began to ache with the thought of applying the second coat.  Maybe I should have saved the best for first?  Matter overtook mind, and after painting an entire kitchen, my muscles didn't care "how liberating" this experience was intended to be.  Pushing forward I finished the wall. Unable to bask in the vitality of my new living area, I hit the hay and this action seeking gal was out.... in a blaze of glory

And it was all yellow

                      Screen girl appears not to be phased by all this hype

I wonder if any of my neighbor's living rooms contain this much confidence?

Time will only tell