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[06 Jul 2008|12:13am] |
Suck it Live Journal. Word Press is my God now.
If you are interested in a Word Press account you need your own domain and a hosting package. But, the amazing part is that James will pretty much set it up for you.
If you're worried about loosing you LJ friends, get on google reader and read them, and many other things there. Much, much better, I swear.
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| Will |
[04 Jul 2008|07:57pm] |
Will
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
One half of "Nicole and Will". I thought you might be interested to see our colorful roomies. Nicole is here.
These pictures were taken while walking down the street to go to the drunk driver's house that we suspected of hitting our other room mates car. Will the entertainment ever stop?
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[01 Jul 2008|08:07pm] |
Tomorrow is MY BIRTHDAY! Not actually the day of my birth, but, the day that my brand new bouncing baby computer will be delivered. I don't know if you can tell, but this is my "excited about my new computer being delivered" font.
It's way too long after the fact to truly tell the story with any sort of freshness, but I'll try:
Last week, I walked over to the kitchen sink, put a dish in and turned around and walked five steps. There was an amazing crashing sound of objects falling to the ground and shattering and breaking glass. I turned around. Andy turned around. We were both a little stunned, and then confused. The most obvious thought that we both had was, something that I had just done, caused this. Then the confusion set in with what looked like a small door or cover to an air conditioner or water heater in the middle of broken window glass on the kitchen floor. It didn't make sense because the window that the metal came through was was blocked by an eight foot wall.
Finally after many theories, we went next door to see if it was the most obvious culprits of all, the neighbor kids. A guy with red watery eyes, corn rows that looked in serious need of maintenance, baggy basketball shorts and a wife beater (slightly stained) opened the door. I thought there might be an argument. I thought this especially since our room mate Will had a few beers and he himself had no shirt on and seemed like he might enjoy starting a fight.
Amazingly enough, the guy was really nice. He came over to see the damage. We told him that the object came over the wall between our houses, and we thought it might have been his kids. He said (I don't know if this translates in text but it was really funny) "Oh they did it. I knoooowwwwww they did it. I thought they were walking kind of fast when they came in the house". He asked to have the piece of metal and then offered to pay for the window.
Fifteen minutes later a very red eyed, sniffley, sorry eleven year old came over to apologize. It was so heartbreaking and cute all at the same time. We all related to the poor kid. I don't think it was malicious. I think they were just screwing around and things went to far.
I don't know if Nicole and Will, the couple we're renting from are going to actually fix the damage, but, back here sequestered in our bedroom cave, it doesn't affect us too much. Although I can't imagine that the sheets of paper from the DMV that are taped over the hole are doing much for the air conditioning bill.
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[30 Jun 2008|06:56pm] |
We have a new pet. A adolescent praying Mantis Nicole found in the bathroom this morning. I'm afraid he may have gotten a healthy dose of roach and ant killer and may not make it. But, we're all pulling for little Vladito (I've named him in honor of this guy). I'm watching him right now in his makeshift vase-home and he's stumbling around like a little stick drunkard.
Nicole found a place that sold wingless fruit flies but by the time she made it home, they were all cooked and dead from the heat. I fed him a dead fly with tweezers as mother internet suggested. I flew it around his little home making wingless fly-like sounds, or what I imagined them to sound like. It worked, and was pretty cool.
When he got off the tallest of the sticks and went to the bottom of the vase tweezers were not an appropriate feeding tool. I came up with the as of yet un-patented, synthetic hair-pin stabbed wingless fruit fly feeding device. Said fly was attached to said hair with gushy fruit fly guts. I waved that around for a while. Vladito pulled the fly off the hair, but just dropped it to the ground.
Now he's sitting on the internet suggested wet sponge cleaning his head and antenna with his arms.
Is my life not the most glamorous and interesting thing you've every been exposed to? Maybe later I'll be inspired to write about the big chunk of metal that came flying through our kitchen window last week.
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[27 Jun 2008|11:17pm] |
I can't believe I didn't tell you sooner...
Kindle.
Under the front seat of the car.
I checked the front seat of my car, apparently not well enough. Andy rocks my world.
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[22 Jun 2008|03:29pm] |
The crash at 6 this morning turned out not to be the garbage truck or someone dropping a bunch of cans. It was someone hitting our room mate's car. All of us kind of heard it, but half woke up and then went back to sleep. His car is undrivable. The front left axle is broken. We deduced from the parts on the street and the paint on Ben's car that it was a red Honda that did it.
Andy was just driving to hockey and found the culprit vehicle. It's parked two blocks down in a driveway. I took pictures of everything but the police told us that Ben has to be the one who calls. He's in Utah until Monday. He hasn't gotten the news yet.
Life here is so much more exciting than the stuffy Signature hotel of last baseball season.
Did I also mention that the other neighbors have chickens and a rooster? It's kind of nice swimming in the pool to the soothing sounds of farm fowl.
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[21 Jun 2008|10:22am] |
It saddens me to see my husband perusing the internet and clicking on my blog and then having nothing new to read. Every time I see it, I think about putting something in that space. Then I don't. Really I didn't want to update because then I would have to admit something really, really dumb and sad that I did.
Normally I don't swear that much but, f*ck (I know, not all the way swearing, but I've had a few weeks to get over it).
I lost my Kindle.
I know, right?
Do I really need to say more about that? I am heartbroken and sickened.
Despite my irresponsibility and the blatant display of the fact I should not have new expensive technology, my awesome husband encouraged me to buy the new Macbook Air. Although conflicted, I did it. It was too expensive for what it was, and I told myself I wasn't going to buy a new computer until baseball season was over. But, against my better financial judgment and the voice of my mother and grandmother in my head that tells me to pick up furniture in the trash and eat things that are far beyond their expiration date, I did it.
Other than that, it's hot here. I could write paragraphs about the heat. But I won't. Just know, it's a huge component in our daily life.
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[07 Jun 2008|08:26pm] |
I have not updated in six days because the laptop cord is halfway broken. The computer has to stay in one position on a hamper thing next to the bed to work. To type causes my spine to be twisted and my left shoulder to go numb. But, I love you guys so much, I'm willing to bear the pain to bring you the up to the minute information that you crave.
I drove to Utah and dropped of Mika to the Boxer Rescue. They have a couple picking her up today. The woman at the rescue said that their Boxer died a while ago and they wanted another one. They don't have any kids and told me that their dog was the love of their life. I'm glad she went to a good home. I miss her a little, but it is much more tranquil around here.
The traumatized cats are slowly creeping out from their hiding places and cautiously walking around the house. Nicole and I washed the floors and it's actually not smelling like a petting zoo in here any more.
I'm going to San Diego tomorrow or Monday. I'll be back Friday night.
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| mika and her wubba |
[01 Jun 2008|01:49pm] |
mika and her wubba
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
I think we've found a home for Ms. Mika. She's either going with Robbie's parents or to Mooney's Boxer Rescue in Elsinore Utah. I called Moony's and they seem really nice and said they actually have a waiting list of people who want a Boxer.
On top of it all, I get to go on a road trip with a cute dog.
I decided to go with the uplifting entry instead of the taking her to the vet and waiting four hours pissy entry .
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| Mika in bed |
[31 May 2008|02:52pm] |
Mika in bed
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
You know you want to take her home.
I've contacted Boxer rescue already. If you know of a good home, I'll drive her anywhere.
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[30 May 2008|03:55pm] |
We are down one puppy and one sketchy room mate. Davis, the roommate, went to New York on a "business" trip. I volunteered to take care of Mika the boxer puppy because she's a sweet dog that was underfed, neglected and I didn't want her being locked in a cage for six days while he was gone. The other, smaller puppy Davis had a friend take care of. Davis was supposed to be back on Tuesday night.
Wednesday we got a phone call from Davis. He was offered a great job opportunity and wouldn't be coming back. He said his friend offered to take Mika, but Andy and I felt any friend of Davis would probably not offer the best placement for Mika. So, suckers that we are, asked if we could find her a home.
She's a purebred, but I doubt we'll be getting any papers. We're getting her spayed and up to date on all her shots in the next few weeks. She's super smart, affectionate and a really great dog. So, if you know anyone who would make a good mom or dad for our foster dog, let me know. I'll drive her anywhere if it's the right fit.
I should be posting pictures tonight or tomorrow.
And as far as me not updating for eight days....nothing new happened. The best I've got is that there was an earthquake in Columbia, so my Spanish lessons were put on hold for two days, and for whatever reason, Bikram wasn't as hard as it usually is yesterday. See, boring.
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[22 May 2008|12:07pm] |
It has been brought to my attention that I haven't updated in a while. I guess for an avid reader, I only know of one (who totally never updates his blog), a week is a long time.
It's been interesting and crazy since we moved in here on the 15th. Since I've been involved in the interesting and crazy, documenting it has fallen by the wayside. We now live with a boyfriend and girlfriend, a guy, a girl, one boxer puppy, one schnauzer puppy, a chiuhauha and two cats. The chiuhauha dislikes the boxer and the cats dislike both puppies. Two of the room mates own an ice cream truck which is parked out front. One room mate is a stripper and came home sobbing yesterday. She went directly to her room and closed the door. We were eating dinner and no one else seemed concerned. I guess it's not an unusual event.
I've been taking Spanish lessons through 1to1languages.com. $99 unlimited lessons a month over Skype. It's a pretty sweet deal and is improving my Spanish radically.
I've also still be doing alot of Bikram Yoga, at least four or five times a week.
Boring, I know.
Before I go out in the world today to forage for food and pick up my free birthday fragrance compliments of Aveda, I have one more thing to share.
I got this for my birthday from Andy. I am in love with my husband. He is an awesome guy.
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[13 May 2008|10:53am] |
I'm back again. I forgot if I even told you that I was leaving. I spent the weekend with a bunch of couchsurfers in Sequoia National Park. From LA it was supposed to take about four hours. Someone, okay, I put the wrong destination in the GPS adding about a 5 hour detour to our trip. We were almost in San Francisco.
There's plenty of material for stories, but, now, I just don't feel like it. Here's some pictures if you're interested.
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| naked lady oil lamp |
[04 May 2008|10:15am] |
naked_lady_oil_lamp
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
My mom has this lamp priced at $40. I'm shocked that it's not selling! We bought this lamp as a gift for my grandmother when I was seven. I'll be thirty seven this month. I don't know if you can tell from the picture but those plastic strings have beads of oil sliding down them like rain. The lady is dusty, oily and some of the strings are broken. The motor is making motor noises and the whole contraption smells like the lower well of Jiffy Lube. I really think that $40 is a steal, but if any one wants it, for you guys only, I'll throw in a few weird funnel things that were used to fill up an ancient humidifier, a thirty year old Halloween scarecrow from the attic, a few old school telephones and a bag of mystery wires.
I'm leaving for Vegas in an hour.
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[30 Apr 2008|05:41pm] |
I hope I wasn't too harsh on my mom in the last entry. I mean, I love the woman and everything. I'm here lugging around dusty quasi junk for a garage sale instead of doing yoga, hiking in Red Rocks and hanging out with zombie couchsurfers. Actions speak louder than words right? She's just a hard woman to eulogize, especially when she's in your face asking for the thousandth time, "Are you sure you're okay with not having a job? I mean what to you do with your day?".
I could say she was very involved with people's lives.
Alright, so I've got:
Helene: She was a different kind of lady. She had moxie. Some say her kids were pretty cool. She liked to be involved in people's lives and give advice that she thought would be helpful.
She is pretty funny, but I don't know if she means to be all the time. One small thing that makes me giggle to this day is when she and Bob visited us in Las Vegas a few years ago. We were at Quarks bar at the Hilton Casino. It's a replica, or at least a faxcimilie of the real one in I think Deep Space Nine. The menu had all kinds of regular food renamed as "Star Trek" food. Isolenear chips and dip, Ferengie fries and so forth.
My mom straight faced asked the waitress for a ham-Borg-er, knowing absolutely nothing about Borgs or anything about Star Trek at all. I crack up. Andy cracks up. My mom looks at us in confusion and says, "what's so funny? It says hamborger. Right there, ham-borg-er".
Maybe that one was only funny if you were there. But trust me, it was funny.
Today we came across a small woven basket of nail clippers. I remember compiling this basket when we were cleaning out her and Bob's house after he died. There's like 40 clippers in there. Apparently Bob could never find clippers, so he just went out and bought more. My mom wanted to put the basket of clippers next to the guest book at the funeral with a sign that read, "please take one in remembrance of Bob". Sick and wrong, but funny. Also showing restraint because she didn't actually do it.
Seriously, any eulogizing bones you guys want to throw me are welcome here.
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[29 Apr 2008|10:44pm] |
How does the Chicago font come across? From this end, it looks really cold. Like damp, chill you to the bone cold. It also looks a little crazy reminiscent of my childhood. This f-ing weather is giving me flashbacks of standing outside, on the corner, freezing my ass off in what seemed like pre dawn waiting for the obnoxious, yellow school bus to drive me to what felt like a prison sentence every day.
This is a short conversation I had with my mom ten minutes ago before I took a shower.
C: What's the big soup pot full of scummy water doing in your shower.
M: Well the toilet is doing a weird thing and (leaks? flushes? I can't remember what she said) every two hours. So instead of flushing it, I just pour that water in it.
Here's another while we were in the garage organizing things for the garage sale.
C: Do you want me to bring the big box of greeting cards out?
M: No, they won't sell.
C: Should we throw them out?
M: No, save them for the next garage sale in August. (The neighbor lady has epic garage sales that my mom likes to piggy back onto)
I know, from years of experience, that in that last conversation my mom was overwhelmed and didn't want to deal with what I was saying at the moment. She just said some random thing to try to get me off her back. But this is the way she communicates. This is the opposite way I try to communicate. I have a very strong feeling that words mean things. You don't just throw them around. I think I have such a strong opinion on this because of being raised dealing with this kind of communication, among other wordly slaughter.
A few weeks ago she sent out cards to all of her close family and asked in lieu of mother's day presents that we all write some nice things to put in her obituary. No need for me to comment of the request, she's a kooky lady, we all know it. I started writing some stuff, but I'm having a really hard time. I asked her what she wanted to be remembered for and she said, "her kids". If she really meant it, phew, that gets me off the hook. I'm really good at writing about myself.
Alright, I'm working on it. But, if any of you have some good stuff that you want to write about your mom and then send to me so I can plagiarize, ummmm, I mean, study for style, let me know, I'd appreciate it. Unless, "Helene: She was a different kind of lady. She had moxie. Some say her kids were pretty cool" would cut it.
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[27 Apr 2008|08:23pm] |
I'm sure by now you can tell by the font that I'm back in Las Vegas. It's subtle, but if you look hard enough you can detect more moisture in the San Diego font.
The upstairs prostitute/drug addled neighbors flooded our bathroom for the third time in three weeks. The second time was a few days ago. Water was dripping through the actual ceiling in the living room, not just through the bathroom vent in the ceiling. That was two days ago.
Today I was out and Andy didn't even bother going upstairs. When the water started pouring in, he called maintenance directly. When the maintenance guy and a girl from the office came down to talk to Andy after seeing the upstairs disaster, they said that there was inches of standing water in the bathroom and girls just laying around on the couch ignoring it.
I'm not even going to start telling you about the roaches that are coming out of everywhere and dying. I mean good job for fumigating and all, but, yuck.
Call me a masochist but, even after all this, I still like our living arrangements here more than the swanky Signature of last baseball season. Yes, I know, I guess I'm just ghetto like that. It's way cheaper, I can get to my car and escape any time I want (no 20 mile trek to a parking garage or tipping a valet) and I don't have to deal with throngs of tourists every time I want to go anywhere. I think few roaches, some toilet water pouring into our apartment is worth it. Although I'm a hobo and most might not agree with me.
Also, I've been assured that it's clean toilet water. If it wasn't, you might be hearing me sing a different tune. It helps too that Andy deals with the "clean" toilet water. If it were the case that I would have to deal with said "clean" water, you for sure would be hearing a different tune. To say I don't like dealing with toilets and their water is an understatement.
In other non toilet related news, my mom has almost completed the transaction to sell her house, my childhood home. She should be moving to San Diego in August or sooner. I'm flying to Chicago Thursday to help with the mammoth garage sale, visit with relatives and help clean anything that needs to be cleaned.
We'll have to see what the Chicago font looks like.
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[18 Apr 2008|03:50pm] |
I'm in San Diego. I bet you couldn't tell by the font, could you? I decided to give Andy some space to program and watch sports and eat Taco Bell all day and night and not have him worrying about what his wife was thinking. I'm staying with Nova Bella as usual and spending my time sitting out in her new back yard and throwing a slobbery ball to Cooper the yellow lab.
We are leaving for yoga in six minutes and then going to a friend's house for champaign drinking celebration. They are celebrating the sale of their family company. I'm telling myself that I'm just going to drink club soda with lime, but we all know that I'm lying.
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[14 Apr 2008|09:32pm] |
Things that you might not know about me:
I really dislike any artificial sweeteners and don't understand how they are at all popular. They give me crushing headaches and I don't think they resemble sugar in the slightest.
I am a pack rat that doesn't own alot of stuff. I enjoy picking through the trash. It's a trait that I inherited from my mother and she inherited from her's. I don't act on my impulses often. My favorite thing to find is chairs. Some of my fondest memories of my grandmother is being put in a dumpster in the back of the Piggley-Wiggley so I could hand her cabbages, boxes of crackers and other items that had been tossed. We officially picked this stuff for the birds that lived in the aviary in their expansive backyard, but we all knew that much of the stuff ended up on the dinner table.
Although I had a tough time going against my vegetarianism to buy myself a pair of Ugg boots, after three months of ownership, they are by far my favorite most comfortable shoes that I have ever owned. I thank that sheep every time I put them on.
I do not like using air hand driers in public restrooms. If there is no other option I usually just wipe my wet hands on my shirt. It's the hobo way.
America's Funniest Videos make me laugh until I can't breath. It's an embarrassing secret, so don't let that one get around too much.
I like to give people makeovers in my head and have actually come close to giving complete strangers advice on their clothes or hair. Especially guys at the gym obviously working out to try and look good for the ladies but completely negating all that hard work with a hideous haircut.
I have never shot a gun but would like to.
We are thinking about building a small cabin in the mountains of Colorado depending on what happens this baseball season. We are also considering spending a chunk of the winter being snowboarding bums.
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[12 Apr 2008|09:18pm] |
We have a little over a month left to house sit at our friend Tim's house. Right before he left for Europe, some crazy women moved in above him and now us. I don't know what they're doing up there but it sounds like elephants stampeding and moving furniture at all hours.
Tonight, I was eating dinner with Vlad, our friend from Colorado, when I got a phone call from Andy. He was at the apartment. He wanted to know if there was an emergency number for the complex. Noises from the guest bathroom led him to discover there was water pouring down from the ceiling vent all over the toilet and floor. He ran upstairs to ask if the girls were having some sort of water problems. They said, "no" didn't check and closed the door. Andy said they were acting "weird".
He got a hold of maintenance, the guy went upstairs and said that the girl's toilet was overflowing, there was two inches of water on the floor and they were laying on the couch oblivious. I've heard from maintenance and security that there's a bunch of people living up there. A couchsurfer staying here last week said that they were speaking Hebrew. We're thinking some sort of international heroin/prostitution ring.
We put a deposit down on our new place. We'll be there from May 15th to August 15th.
http://tours4.vht.com/Viewer/PhotoGallery.aspx?ListingID=1146170&Style=PAN
three room mates, an ice cream truck, two cats, sparky the chihuahua, a pool and three months of new adventures that hopefully will not involve toilet water pouring from the ceiling.
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[11 Apr 2008|08:20pm] |
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I am eating pop rocks. I don't think that they are sanctioned food on my allergy diet.
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[04 Apr 2008|08:47am] |
We've moved into Tim's house. Tim is a true blue bachelor and doesn't have much in the way of furniture. I'm taking these six weeks to indulge my pack rat nature and get stuff for the house. I found a chair in a dumpster behind the Paris Casino for the patio and I scored a beautiful, Pier One, free, flawless couch. The guy was moving and didn't want to lug it downstairs. I'm waiting on some cactus that a lady says I can have if the first woman who emailed doesn't show up.
While scouring the free section all day to jump on "the good stuff" right away, I came across this:
Awesome Babies Capuchin for Rehoming (Las Vegas)
Is this some baby product that I don't know about? Some sort of fancy toddler cappuccino machine? I'm intrigued.
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[30 Mar 2008|08:36am] |
I felt like I should say something. It's my way. But as of now, not much has changed. We're at the Four Queens until Wednesday morning and then we're moving over to our friend Tim's house for six weeks while he's in Europe.
I decided to take the Bikram 30 day challenge and try to do a class every day for a month. I made it 11 days and today I'm taking off. I need a little more recovery time to get up to speed. Yesterday I laid on the floor for half the class because my body rebelled so badly. My muscles just wouldn't cooperate.
I wish I had something awesomely interesting to write about but it's been pretty predictable in our own unpredictable hobo way. Andy and I have been getting up early. He plays some video poker to keep up our comp food and room status and then programs all day. I go to Bikram and run errands, laundry, grocery store, get stuff from the RV or hang out at the pool. We reconvene in the room in the evening maybe go to the cafe or order room service, possibly make some dehydrated backpacker food or soup on our camping stove, watch some bad tv or a downloaded movie and then go to bed at a reasonable hour.
I love our hobo life. It is good.
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| I've seen it before, but it still creeps me out. |
[24 Mar 2008|10:00am] |
Robotics firm Boston Dynamics has released new video of its most advanced quadruped robot, BigDog. The company received a $10 million DARPA award to "produce a robot with animal-like strength, speed and mobility," Mass High Tech notes.
In the footage, the robotic dog is shown climbing a hillside, navigating snowy terrain, and regaining its balance after being kicked.
The first baseball game is tomorrow. Only one, and in Japan. Theoretically, our season could officially start tomorrow. Andy is downstairs playing video poker for an hour or so to comp our room for tonight and then his fiery brain will be back to work. Me? I'm laying in bed looking out the window at the top of the Freemont Street Experience and the Lady Luck Casino.
The thought of going back to the Bikram torture chamber sounded horrible yesterday. I only got through 70 minutes of the 90 minute class. I spent the last twenty flopped out on a cold bench in the locker room. I've never left a class early before. I thought I should take today off, but this morning I woke up with my neck and back feeling the best I can remember. I might reconsider, suck it up and go. I have choices. The classes run about every three hours from 6 am to 9 pm.
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| Elvis again |
[23 Mar 2008|09:51am] |
Elvis again
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
I uploaded a few more pics from Vegas. Not my best, but some are okay. We're still at the Four Queens. Still having a fun time. Andy's brain is on fire (in a good way) and he's coming up with all kinds of baseball smartness.
I've been doing Bikram Yoga every day for the past five. The teachers always try to get people to come for thirty days straight. I thought I'd try. I felt a little bad that I took advantage of the studio and changed my name to get the free month of yoga since I had been there twice before. But then again, I didn't feel that bad because this yoga, although the most therapeutic I've practiced to date, is pretty profit driven and gross in a way.
Even though getting the free month of yoga technically goes with my philosophy of only steal from the people that I somehow rationalize "deserve it", I still felt bad and told them what I did. Then, they made me feel really bad by thanking me for my honesty and giving me the free month anyway. Damn yogis.
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| Location update-possible boring entry |
[19 Mar 2008|01:22pm] |
Just to keep those in the know, who want to stay in the know, of our whereabouts, we're back in Vegas. After a few nights of sleeping in the RV (which was awesome!) We checked into the Four Queens downtown. With a limited amount of play Andy can get our rooms comped and he can finish the rest of his baseball software tune ups at an actual desk. After that, we're moving into a friend's place for six weeks (April 2nd-May 15th) when he goes to Europe. That's as far as these two vagabond hobos have planned things.
The baseball season starts April first. I'm actually not dreading it. Andy's new plan has him making all the bets before 10 am or so. This means, I get to see my husband all day and we can actually do stuff other than drive around to different casinos all day and fry in the Vegas desert sun. Not to jinx it or anything but, so far I'm feeling pretty positive about the next few months.
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| on the mountain |
[16 Mar 2008|05:53pm] |
on the mountain
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
Dude. I'm not one to brag. Well not alot anyway, but....I am a really good snowboarder. Also, what I didn't know is that I have a more super expert teacher than I thought. Who knew Andy snowboards double black diamonds.
On the last run today I was able to go down a super steep (for me) slope turning left and right all the way down and coming to a sharp, snow spraying stop. If you could have seen me behind my neoprene face mask, you would have seen me grinning from ear to ear.
It was freezing cold, and for the first time, I felt none of it because I finally, after all of Andy's prodding, was properly dressed for sub zero temperatures. I think I could make friends with snow. It's not so bad when you don't have to shovel it or drive to work in it.
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| superfly |
[15 Mar 2008|01:36pm] |
superfly
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.
The swanky entertainment center is from our room here in Brian Head. You can glean from it's looks, the brown shag carpeting and the wood paneling what the rest of the place is like.
I made it through the first day of snowboarding with out any death. I did come in a little early after bashing my head on ice packed snow and jamming my wrist. It was unfortunate timing because I was just beginning to get comfortable with turning and slowing down. I felt pretty nauseous afterwards and decided just to pack it in early instead of calling death or any spirits of broken wrists. Experticon Andy dropped me off at the superfly pad and went back out.
Tomorrow, I'm buying the helmet that I passed on this morning. I really didn't think I'd need it because I thought I'd be on the bunny slopes all day.
I never thought it was possible to enjoy a place with snow.
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