I come home from work and both my men are there, in my apartment, sitting on the couch. I walk in and shawn looks up from his computer to say, "hey babe." The dog jumps off the couch, squeals and proceeds to jump into my arms and lick every inch of my face because this is his favorite part of the day. The dog continues to delight in my presence for then next several hours while we go for a walk, cuddle on the couch and play tug of war. Shawn likely gets up at one point to give me a kiss, and if he isn't completely caught up in work we'll talk about the day.
Monday 9 March 2015
All My Men
As girls (a huge over-generalization I'm sure) our true loves will always be our pets. There's something about that unconditional, you-are-a-literally-my-everything, kind of love that even the best of boyfriends can't compete with. Yes, there is plenty that we get from our boyfriends that dogs can't give us, and their love is certainly deeper, full of understanding and all that other good stuff; but our men just aren't our dogs... I think more then anything it comes down to vanity, pets have no choice but to love and worship us no matter how long we go without showering or how grumpy we can be. Maybe it's about safety too, because no sane person would be with me if I was mean and smelly.
Tea on the Patio
Hello all! (and by all, I mean my mother and probably one of my aunts who will read this) It has been a long time since I've rambled at you and you probably thought you were safe from my nonsense, but, SURPRISE! Here I am with my lists and run-on sentences and my inability to ride a bike.
I had a friend visit me yesterday from out of town and I realized something very important. BOULDER IS AN ODD PLACE. It's winter, but winter in Boulder means that occasionally it's blizarding hibernation weather and occasionally it's in the 60's. Yesturday was one of the glorious beautiful days where you wear a dress and ignore the piles of snow on every corner and soak up the sun. I was hoping I could have some of my friends come and meet this lovely out-of-town lady and that's where I realized how odd Boulder is.
Every single person I knew was skiing or biking or climbing or slack-line-yoga-ing and unable to come for lunch or a walk downtown. I'm starting to think maybe this place is TOO active. It's not like I was trying to convince people to sit in a dark room and ignore the beautiful Colorado day. I was asking them to just be a little less athletic and enjoy the day on a patio drinking tea or local beer and enjoying some street music downtown.
I am not an active person, I am most definitely a drink-tea-and-enjoy-music-on-the-patio kind of person, but am I the only one in this damn city? How have I found myself in a place where only extreme sports are sports and exercising is the high point of everyone's day? Going to the gym is without a doubt, the WORST PART OF MY DAY, and I thought I shared that with the majority of living, gym-going individuals. When did I become the outcast?
I had a friend visit me yesterday from out of town and I realized something very important. BOULDER IS AN ODD PLACE. It's winter, but winter in Boulder means that occasionally it's blizarding hibernation weather and occasionally it's in the 60's. Yesturday was one of the glorious beautiful days where you wear a dress and ignore the piles of snow on every corner and soak up the sun. I was hoping I could have some of my friends come and meet this lovely out-of-town lady and that's where I realized how odd Boulder is.
Every single person I knew was skiing or biking or climbing or slack-line-yoga-ing and unable to come for lunch or a walk downtown. I'm starting to think maybe this place is TOO active. It's not like I was trying to convince people to sit in a dark room and ignore the beautiful Colorado day. I was asking them to just be a little less athletic and enjoy the day on a patio drinking tea or local beer and enjoying some street music downtown.
I am not an active person, I am most definitely a drink-tea-and-enjoy-music-on-the-patio kind of person, but am I the only one in this damn city? How have I found myself in a place where only extreme sports are sports and exercising is the high point of everyone's day? Going to the gym is without a doubt, the WORST PART OF MY DAY, and I thought I shared that with the majority of living, gym-going individuals. When did I become the outcast?
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