Go Avs go!!!

A really short post just to say that the Avs lost, :( although it was a good game. Next time boys, next time. Forsberg I still love you even if you did get a penalty every two seconds (he didn't really) It was good just to have him back on the ice finally. Other than that I miss Joey terribly and I hope he does awesome in his race tomorrow. Maybe after a few hours of sleep tonight I'll go ahead and post a little bit more about the game and my first time stopping a chick fight afterwards. Wow... what a night! yawn...

My dreams: my paintings

For me dreams often play out like episodes from the twilight zone. A lot of my friends will not know about the twilight zone which is just sad. If you don't know about the twilight zone let me know and you and I will have a little pow-wow. Don't worry, you unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into....the Twilight Zone. So back to this dream. I think I have brought up my dreams on the bloganater before so I'll keep it brief. We'll leave it to say that it involved a society where everyone's lives would depend on the situation of one person. A queen bee of sorts. Occasionally one of these queen bees would fail meaning that discretely they would be wiped out (the only one I saw, they were eaten by gnats that got in through the vents in their SUV) and no one would ever speak of them again. They basically had never existed. After the one failed family was eaten by gnats my sister became the bell of society. This is my tall, beautiful sister Nikki. (She and I look nothing alike, dang it all). However she had kids, which she doesn't and my other sister Cora does, and a unhealthy love a a coffee cup she named Ted which had Whinny the pooh on it. She does not like Whinny the pooh, that is also a Cora trait and I have no idea where the name Ted came from. So the character was basically a morphed individual made up of my two sisters and she was earnestly telling Jeff (my brother in law) that his children had made her cry... "Do you see these Roo? These are tears... they made me cry on Ted". That was weird... I was sitting next to Jeff on the couch when I decided that the whole thing was a little too strange for me so I wandered off to check out the rest of the house. Cool house, the kids bathroom had a slide going into the bathtub. In the kitchen I found my Dad. (I love my dad) and he and I were talking when his cell phone started ringing, since no one was supposed to know that we were in that world it meant that we had been caught and there for were about to be murdered. So we slammed down the phone and started to run. We ended up in this room where all sort of women (the house mom's of the society) were dangling from trapezes. Sally fields was among them. I know that is weird, but when I was little I wanted to be just like her cause of the movie Smokey and Bandit. Wow, off topic, anyhow long story short the dream ended in me thinking I was better at the trapeze then all of those people so I was going to show them how it was done which ended up in my cross chaining (which you can't do on a trapeze) and getting all tangled up... the dream turned from twilight zone into a womp-womp-womp moment where they lower the curtain on a struggling sara who is trying to get her foot out from the chain but since she is hanging upside down she isn't making any progress. I woke drooling and highly entertained.

I have been stuck in my own little personal time warp lately. I have no idea where time has gone but suddenly I am faced with finals week and graduation. Woah.. when did that happen? Wasn't it still March the last time I looked? I'd like to blame a certain pink panther for this one but I think I am at fault as well. Stupid happiness infringing on the misery that is my educational life. :) Speaking of that man I love, I had the pleasure of seeing road rash for the first time this weekend. (Don't worry Joey's mom, it wasn't bad.. I'm just a newbie). He was in a crash on the last lap, suddenly everyone sped by and there was no joey with them. Bob said something along the lines of "Oh shit, he's down". My heart started to beat a little faster and I, in all my grand intelligence, said in response, "I'm going to assume that is roadie slang for he ate it, right?". Not the best comment to make when your boy has been in a crash. However upon rushing over to the pile up area we saw a shaky joey riding towards us... WHEW!!!!!! He is moving, so he is going to be okay. His back was, yeah... raw meat is the best visual I have. I learned something about myself, normally my nursing "let's get this taken care of attitude" takes over immediately. Not really the case when it is someone I love...there was a good three minute delay of my brain going into "oh, my baby's hurt" mode. But after he got cleaned up and it was all okay... little bit bleeding for the rest of the day and a new discovery for mole removal (we call it mole begone). I also learned how to clean up road rash and apply bandages. Sweet! Hopefully I won't have to put it into practice too often, as least not on Joey. But if I do I guess it will be good that I know how to now. :)

Other than that I am going to the game tomorrow!!! NICE!!!! The Avs have been suffering the last couple of games but tomorrow I will be screaming my heart out so that will be encouragement right? Forsberg has been out recently too because of that stupid groin injury but maybe I'll be lucky. (I'm very optimistic because frankly the Avs rule, and Forsberg is a sexy beast). The only thing that would make this better would be if I were there with Joey. I wonder why it is that we always manage to score tickets when the other one is out of town? Unfair and lame. I have spoken. Good night all.. I have an 8 am study date at the library with a Chemistry text book.

"I can deal with Decepticons. Elita One knows no fear."

I can tell that spring is here when I am able to make jokes about the material I am learning in lecture. Today's joke involved nuclear chemistry so it won't be funny to any of you, but I was laughing so hard I could hardly tell Jessi what I came up with. So basically all a radio active element is is an element with an unstable nuclei, and one of ways this happens it through Positron Emissions. Me, being dorky as always and sitting with my equally dorky friend, came up with a theory behind Positron Emissions... (all of this must be read in Optimus Prime's voice, dramatic music included...da da da!!!!!!!!)

"Positron Emissions, was the mentally retarded younger brother of Megatron. Lost at birth, and dropped on his head on multiple occasions, Positron Emission was a loose cannon, recklessly causing mayhem wherever he went. He was eventually coerced into joining the Autobots in their epic battle against the evil Decepticons. Positron was a fierce warrior until one day Starscream accidentaly let it slip that Positron was Megatron's long lost brother. At which point Positron when crazy, and killed Starscream but then he turned around and began fighting the Autobots he used to call friends!!! They fought to a stand still and after a wicked battle of wills Optimus managed to subdue Positron and convince him to leave earth. However secretly Positron snuck off to find his brother because he had never known his family!!! (dramatic music) Megatron welcomed him with open arms and then proceeded to use the insider information to launch a new battle again the weakened Autobots!..... TO BE CONTINUED"

There was more, but I don't want to bore you. You have to admit though, Positron Emissions??? Great transformer name. Normally I would have tried to fit this into a postive outcome for the Autobots since that is where my loyalties reside however...it's not exactly a positive and wholesome chemistry concept now is it??? Therefore the Decepticons it is!!!! Mauh ha ha!!!

I realize that my entire blog makes me come off as a rather immature individual, this is not the case..(says the girl eating lego shaped fruit snacks). I prefer to think of myself as creative and well rounded. :) I have to balance out my serious, determined side with an equally impressive goofy and fun side. This keeps me from being lopsided. If I were lopsided I might fall over. No one wants that.....

Urkel will you be my friend?

Being a complete dork is considered endearing right? This is a skill I should hone, and use to my advantage for the rest of my life undoubtedly. Sigh.. here is what inspired that comment. I was laying outside, taking a break and enjoying the fact that none of the guys were home which meant that I could wear my bathing suit without feeling awkward. I don't look bad in a bathing suit, I look just fine, no extra limbs or anything, but most of the time I prefer to not show off too much skin. Call me old fashioned. Anyways, so I thought I would be home alone for a few more hours at least when my roommate walks in with a couple guys from the Frisbee team. I have met all of these guys before on several occasions, and I am pretty good friends with at least one of them. Needless to say, not one of them has seen me in a bikini before. I have two options either hang out in my back yard until they go away or try to act like it's not a big deal to me that they caught me. I hung out for another hour in the back yard, but by then I had finished my book and they weren't budging from the couch. Sigh. Okay..time to grow a pair and face the music. I walk inside and they all look at me. "Hiya guys, what's up?" This is me trying to be casual. It's not really working. Tim cracks a joke and I think okay, that was the worst of it I can now chill for a couple of seconds before making my way up to the safety of my room. As long as they can't tell I am practically sprinting then I'm good. We were talking about the Avs game last night (Awesome game by the way) and they were giving me crap for not watching it with them. I was saying in my defense that of course I caught the game, Hello??? I'm the smart one here because I was at a bra with a big screen. Yep, that's right, I was at a BRA. My face turns bright red, and I am really, really hoping that no one notices this slip. Nope not so lucky... lots of jokes about how somebody's uncomfortable in a bikini, lots of them laughing at me, and me getting redder... it ended with me cursing, hanging my head in shame and going to my room. I took the stairs two at a time. Lol... Now if I only made an ass out of myself like once in awhile it would be okay, but nooooo I have to do it all of the freak'n time! Why can't I just learn and stop being such a dork? It's not cute, it's just dorky... sigh... someday I vow to be one of the cool kids. They need a Be Cool for Dummies book: the How Not to be a Loser edition. Okay, see what I mean!?!?!? Only a dork would say something like that!!!! AHHHHH!!! I am a lost cause. I fold. All I need to do now is tape my glasses and get some suspenders. I'll go hang with Urkle. He'll like me.

Confession

Okay world....First off this is not my style normally but I am going to make an exception here because I am so ridiculously happy right now that I quite frankly cannot think straight. I am in love. Completely head over heels, sappy romantic movie, the stuff you read about in little kids books in love. I want to tell everyone, I want everyone to know why I am glowing... why I can't stop smiling, why my heart feels like it is going to float out of my chest.... Lol, I know without a doubt I am going to get teased about this. I'm okay with that. Tease away... laugh, point and giggle. I'm in love. If you know the reason for this and the person I am speaking of, then you know why I am having these feelings. I really didn't stand a chance did I? :) Nope... some one should have warned me. Okay...must stop smiling... my face hurts... I have things to do today. Ah, love... this is an amazing feeling. Lol, why do I have a hunch that stuffed cupids are going to start showing up on my doorstep? Bring it on teasers. I'm ready in my protective, happy, fluffy girl feelings bubble.

Ps. Family members...this is me not being a tom boy anymore... impressed? All those years you had a sweet little girl! Who knew!

Wicka wicka ow

Fun times with sharpies, and planning out new tattoos

I learned something new last night. Cheese balls are awesome when dipped in PBR however when dipped in Guinness it is pretty nasty. Things to file away in the useless knowledge file. Although why they are calling them cheese balls and not Asteroids (which is the actual name) is beyond me. Asteroids is a way cooler. Who wouldn't want to eat Asteroids? Other games that ensued were also entertaining. One involved Drake trying to make a cheese ball hover with his breath and then drop into his mouth and the other was a new twist to the old game of "flip however many coasters you can and catch them in the air." ( I don't think there is a real name for that, but we could come up with one that is almost as cool as asteroids. I'm on the case!) Anyways, Rubin attempted to launch a cheese ball across the table while he was flipping. I was supposed to complete the trick by catching the cheese ball in my mouth but I failed miserably. I caught it in my hand and ate it still, I'll have to train for next time. Then we can go on the road and join a circus.

Not too much else is new or exciting in my life. I got a new plant, a Solanthera, not that that means anything to anyone else out there. It's a type of begonia and it smells wonderful. Ahhh... life at the greenhouses. I took the job because it would be a relaxing alternative to the hectic life that was mine as the pharmacy tech however I did not anticipate that I would be coming home with new plants every week. My collection just keeps growing and growing. When I get to 20 I am forcing myself to cut down. Until then I live in my little green world with satisfaction. Other than that I have been asked to design a new tattoo for another friend. This will be the fourth or fifth one I've done. I'm always flattered when people ask for my help but at the same time I always kind of wonder if some day they'll hate it. That would be sad. Alright I'm off to steal some alone time for homework while Joey finishes his time trial race. Hasta Pasta

Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Today I bought my cap and gown for graduation. My tassel is white and there is enough fabric in the robe to wrap me up at least three times. :) I'm excited. Even though I finished my degree last year and all of this year was just Nursing stuff I never really had that moment where it felt like I had completed something. So there is that. I'm proud of myself. Although I am not really looking forward to the fact that I have to be up at Folsom field at 7:30 am. My game boy is going in my pocket so I have something to do the whole time.

Other excitements of the day include going to the doctor to get a shot, which resulted in a Tasmanian devil band-aid for the puncture wound and a very enthusiastic call to BCH (Boulder Community Hospital) from my doc saying that I would be a great employee and they should hire me. She used to work there and highly recommended their cancer center as a good learning ground. I am thrilled to have someone who is willing to speak for me and maybe get a foot in the door to start my career. Granted I won't be working there until next Aug but hopefully it will all work out. If not there are a lot of other hospitals I can work at in the area but it would be nice to not have to commute every day. This is not the first offer I have gotten from people in the medical field willing to write my letters of recommendation or make phone calls on my behalf. It feels really good to know that people have faith in my care taking abilities. Lol, confirmation that this is really the right place for me in life. I wish my step-dad could see me now. He would be proud of me I hope. That will be the hardest part about graduation day, there will be an empty chair that he should be in. I cannot believe that it has been four and a half years since he died. It breaks my heart that I will go on to the next big stage of my life without his guidance and humorous words of wisdom. Graduation just won't be the same without him there making fun of me for having a piece of cardboard on my head. Ugh... no matter how much time seems to go by the pain of that never dulls. Alright enough of me spilling my soul out to a computer and various readers of which I probably don't even know half of. I'm going to go take a hot shower and then head to bed a little early I think. Night everyone.

6. Duck Goo

6. Duck Goo

When I say I grew up on a farm it is to be taken with a grain of salt. It didn’t start as a farm. My mother is just very enthusiastic about animals. As a child I had dogs for pets, turtles, birds (mean ones that would sit on my head and eat my earrings), skunks, hermit crabs, fish, horses, ducks, geese, goats, rabbits, king snakes, cats, guinea pigs, hamsters, lizards, ferrets, frogs, horny toads etc. Most of these animals would indeed either live in the house or be invited inside. I was a very lucky child. Most kids dreamed about a life like this. I just thought it was normal until I hit grade school and realized that most people didn’t have skunks as pets. I was called a lot of nick names after that one got out of the bag. I’ll tell you more details about the skunks later though. This part is about the discovery my sister and I made about eggs. We always thought it would be great fun to get a bunch of eggs and throw them at something. The neighbor’s house was a tempting target but we were not stupid little girls, oh no, we knew that meant spankings from our mom. So we decided we would get the eggs and throw them at the barn. But not the outside of the barn because our parents might catch us and that would mean just as much trouble because we were wasting perfectly good eggs. Finally the day came when we could carry out our plan. We snuck around the side of the house, quietly, hardly daring to breathe. The ducks, god knows why, decided to make their nests among the pepper plants in the side garden, which was right under the kitchen window. Mom could catch us if she happened to look down. We filled our shirts with eggs and waddled off to the barn. In our barn we had one side full of hay bales and the other side was empty so the horses had some where to go when the weather was cold. My sister and I climbed high up on the hay stack and once at the top, it was bombs away. We laughed, we yelled, and we chucked those eggs at the other side of the barn with all our might. It was great fun. Blobs of yellow goo trailed down the wood, and egg shells littered the floor. Yay for us! We got away with our plan! Woo hoo! We were very happy, and laughed all the way down the hay stack on our way over to poke the remains of our egg bombs. We got close to the goo, and looked at it. I was further inside the barn looking at what I was sure was the best splatter of them all when I heard a shriek from my sister. I hurried over to where she was pointing at the ground. There on the dusty ground, was a tiny baby duck corpse. I gagged, we screamed, we cried and we ran home to our mommy. We were killers. There was no fun in our game. It was cruel. We knew that baby ducks came from eggs, but it never really quiet clicked that the yellow yolks were little duck bodies yet not formed. To this day I still have a hard time eating eggs. I always have to look very, very carefully at the yolk to make sure that there is no little body inside. And I will never be able to eat a farm egg again. No sir, only store bought eggs that have been heated, cooled and disinfected for me, and even then only about once a year.

To the Batcave!

Climb boys, Climb!!!!

I feel like I should write something deep and insightful but I got nothin'. I am drained at the moment after a killer chem lab where everything that could go wrong with false positives did. If I were to have a foe in this world it would consist of a man in spandex and mask pointing at me and forcing me to think about chemistry. Even on the days where I feel like I have a good grasp of what is going on I find that I am completely wrong. So I am going to give myself an hour off and then start in on the online chem homework I have that is due on Wednesday at 8 am. Lol, that will make about 11 hours of chem for today. "Holy haberdashery, Batman! that's a a lot!"

In other non-school related news, Nev and I got in a good ride yesterday. We road out to the climb of the Koppenberg race to watch Joey, Kendall, Rubin et al yesterday. The boys were awesome. As usual I was once again proved wrong on all previous opinions I had of roadies. The more I get to know of that crowd the more I like them. Not to mention how much respect I have gained for what they are capable of doing. I tip my hat good sirs.

Alright my hour of free time is quickly escaping, I should run after it and try at least to get some lunch made....oh wait... it's 5 pm... is that too late for lunch? Nah... Since I have been lazy when it comes to blogging and my insightful depth is about that of a kiddie pool I'll post another one of my dumb stories.

The story behind Joey

Joey hard at work.....riight

The inquiries about the new guy in my life have been a little bit overwhelming lately, so in order to keep everyone in the loop I'll tell you the story about how I met Joey. Sit down children, relax and listen. Once upon a time I was out at dinner with my friend Neven and we were talking about what was new in our lives when she starts telling me about this rodeo she went to with some friends. She pulls out her cell phone and shows me this picture of some guy named Joey wearing a pink cowboy hat. You see people call him Pink because of his last name, therefore the color of that hat actually made sense. ( I understand that since a lot of people call me Blackie due to Blackman being my last name) Anyways, I laughed and raised an eyebrow as anyone would have done in my situation and we keep chatting. I had just recently gotten up the nerve to join the dating world again and that was prime conversation that night. Suddenly Neven comes up with this brilliant idea, she wants to set me up with the pink hat wearing man. My first response... "ummm... I'm not sure we would have much in common. " She tells me more about him, he bikes, he is really funny, he's cute... I am still not convinced. I mean the man was wearing a pink cowboy hat for crying out loud. But the more she tells me about him the more intrigued I become, and finally I agree to a double date/blind date. We show up to the restaurant where we are all supposed to meet about a week later. I am so nervous all I want to do is run away as fast as I can. I don't go on dates. I am awkward and I never know what to say. Going on a date with someone you have met is intimidating, a blind date is just completely nerve wracking. Yikes! What if he doesn't like me, what if he thinks I am funny looking, what if I make an ass out of myself as I tend to do on a regular basis, what if I fall down because I am such a klutz? I am practically shaking in my seat when Joey walks in with Kendall, Neven's boyfriend. They all chat and I am kind of quiet. I really, really suck at dates.. no joke. But all the time I am quiet I am watching him. Not only is he funny, but he is charming, he is a gentlemen, and he knows more about trivia and music than any human should... The dinner date leads to us all deciding to go to the bars and shoot some pool. As we are walking Joey offers me his coat, awwww. And then continues to woo me with his Irish accent. Yep that is what got me in the end, I mean no girl can resist an accent. We shoot some pool and ended up betting dates on each shot. By the end of the night we were 11 dates deep. ( He was better at pool then he let on. ) He drives me home, and I get out the car without even giving him a good night kiss.

THE END.

No, no, no just kidding kids. That is only the beginning. Over the last month we have seen each other loads of times, we have spent hours upon hours talking and listening to music together and then finally while I was away in San Fran we decided to make it official. We are now dating. Now wasn't that a happy story? I could into more depth about how wonderful I think Joey is, and how thrilled I am to have him in my life but that would just be too mushy and girly for me. I'll let the man in the pink hat tell you all of those romantic details. :) We'll leave it at this, I am smiling more than I have in ages and I owe all this happiness to one Mr. Joey Pinkerton. (insert round of applause here)

TO BE CONTINUED......

Ps. Dear Seth, if you read this, please don't punch Joey in the kidneys. I left out all of the kissing parts just to spare him your wrath. :)

R.I.P Muffler

The irony of life: The day that you are bragging about how wonderful your car is, and how well it is doing considering it's old age, is the same day that your muffler falls off and suddenly you realize you drive a ghetto-hunk-of-junk. So Monday night Kendall, Drake and I are helping Joey move, my car is packed full of electronics. Three cars and a truck pull out of the parking garage head to the new place, suddenly the little green caboose is missing. Where is Blackie??? Blackie has pulled over to the side because she hears a weird noise. My first thought was that it was a speaker, some how a speaker ended up falling out of my car and now I am dragging it by the cord. Hopefully joey won't notice. I get out, wander around the passenger side and there is nothing there, strange. I get back into the car and realize that everyone else is long gone. Meh, no biggy I've been to the new place before so I should be able to find it again. I pull out, and my car growls at me. That's not right, my car doesn't make sounds like that. What the heck is going on? I drive for aways, listening. It doesn't take me long to figure out the sound is my muffler but I didn't really connect the dots all that quickly that the dragging sound is the sound of both my head pipe and my actual muffler being dragged behind me. After less than a mile the light bulb in my head clicks on and I have that.. "oh man, I'm dumb and I really need to pull over and check this out right now" moment. So I pull over (again), it's late at night so it is dark, and I know next to nothing when it comes to getting around Denver, grrrreat. I lay down and look under my car..hmm.. that cannot be good for my muffler, but I only have few miles to go. If I keep my speed down and don't back up I should be good right? Let's try it and see! So here is the visual moment for you. My little green car going down I-25, dragging my muffler with sparks flying. All I want to do while I'm driving is pretend to be some ghetto gangster in a really craptastic low rider with a bad muffler who still thinks they look bad ass. By the time I get to Joey's house the guys have already unloaded most of the stuff. I'm on the phone with my dad trying to figure out just what I am going to need to do in order to get this all working again. I have no problems working on my car myself but dead mufflers are something that is new to me. Generally mine is attached. Lol. Anyways, come to the rescue Kendall and Drake with a brilliant idea of using a coat hanger to keep the head pipe from dragging. There was a lot of joking around and attempted head smashing while they were under the car but eventually they yank off my muffler and I put it into my trunk, this is a good place to keep your muffler, really, try it. The next day I took my car into a shop and had them put a new muffler on. You should have heard them laughing when they saw the quick fix from the night before. :) But I don't know what I would have done without Drake and Kendall, actually I would have continued to be the sparky wonder, but my little car probably preferred the coat hanger method. I think I should have been upset about the whole thing a little more than I was but really it was too funny to be pissed, and I got to drive Joey's much nicer car all day while mine was in the shop. Vroom vroom!