What a homecoming!

I had a very successful trip to Colorado, and here is why:

I succeeded in NOT going out with (you know who you are)friends on Saturday night and drinking WAY too much, throwing up, and being hungover all day Sunday. I don't judge, I'm just glad it wasn't me.

I also succeeded in the real purpose of the trip (see previous post on the big secret)BUYING A HOME. If all goes well, Ian and I will be moving into our first home in Englewood, CO on July 30th.

I came home to 2 very nice things Monday after work. A clean (minus boxes, paint and furniture strewn about) home. Thank you Ian. I hate coming home to dishes in the sink, and there weren't any waiting for me.

And the best of all, was the red velvet cupcake waiting for me in the refrigerator from Tina...it was delicious, thank you so very much.

Mile High

I am in Colorado for the weekend, and I DEFINITELY got bumped up to first class on my flight out here.

I drink oh so rarely, so .5 glasses of wine in and I could barely feel my arms. 1.5 glasses was the total and I could barely make it on the train/tram deal and out for Kimmy to pick me up.

First class is SOOOOO the way to go.

Thank you United Airlines for overbooking my flight.

I CAN use a camera!

This is proof that I do occassionaly use a camera, I just don't know where the charger is, so I never upload the pictures. These are from OCTOBER 2008!














They didn't quite grasp the photo op here.


Not a self-portrait most would post, but my cat is so cute, how could I not?

My lips are sealed.

They have to be for now, which is the reason for the lack of blog posts. They're in my head with BIG NEWS, that I just can't throw around yet.

I will give you a hint though, because, I don't like secrets. I've got a lot going on right now. I've been praying, and praying for peace and guidance and abundant blessings.

I normally read the same bible verses over and over and over and over again. I'm a creature of habit. Yesterday I opened up to Jeremiah 29:11, but I thought, well, why don't I read ALL OF Jeremiah? So, here is what I read:

This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says to all those I carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: 5 "Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. 6 Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease. 7 Also, seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the LORD for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper." 8 Yes, this is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: "Do not let the prophets and diviners among you deceive you. Do not listen to the dreams you encourage them to have. 9 They are prophesying lies to you in my name. I have not sent them," declares the LORD.

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Helen?

I woke up in the middle of the night scratching my right eye.

I woke up again at 6:20 when my alarm wasn't supposed to go off until 6:50 (sleep in day) because my dad THOUGHT I'd be up. Who calls at 6:20?

Since then I've had SOMETHING in my right eye.

I've driven around this morning with my left eye open. Pouring eye drops in my eye, rubbing, wondering if I'll be blind in my right eye by the end of the day.

Now, I don't have health insurance and right now I'm wishing I did so I could march on in the doctor's office and simply have the eye removed. I guess I have a fork I can do it myself.

I could be a millionaire

If someone gave me a dollar every time I said, "I could die."

I say it ALL. THE. TIME. I see Nate, the cutest cat ever, and everytime he does something cute, "Oh my gosh Ian come here...I could die."
or,
"This dress is so cute I could die."
"JW is so cute I could die"
"This cookie is so good I could die."

At least for the cuteness aspects, I really think my friend's kids and my cat are SO UNBELIEVABLY cute that my heart could stop or burst at any moment, and I COULD DIE.

50

A couple of weeks ago my dad turned 50. I threw him a party at a local park. I thought he'd like that, the kids will like it, everyone will like it.

Saturday (day before the party) I'm running around like a mad woman. I went to the party store to get decorations and junk basically to make it look like a party. I was in line for a good 20 minutes, because you know, party stores , they never have the brightest of any bunch working there. The 2 women in front of me were OVERLY FRIENDLY. We told our life stories in the line.

I baked 2 batches of oatmeal m & m cookies, separately. The party count increased rapidly, and 20 cookies would no longer suffice. I made homemade red velvet cake, and homemade frosting. Frosting wasn't what I wanted, so then I had to buy frosting for the cake. Then I planned some games. 4 p.m. rolls around, I have not sat down, and I'm BEAT!

My dad told me the other day that the party was one of the best days of his life.

It was a party, w/costco pizza, at a park, w/freeze tag and 3-legged races. My father does not require much.