Colorado Thoughts

Who knew you could produce so much hail?

I am appreciative of every day that I can go outside and not feel suffocated.

Thank goodness for your natural geography that helps me find my way around.

DIA - we have a love|hate relationship.

The Front Range feels more like home than I would have thought growing up.

You are such a nice combination of liberalism and conservativism.

In general, I adore you.

Stooping to This Level

I am a little funny about girly movies. I hated the new 'Pride and Prejudice', rolled my eyes at 'The Holiday', didn't cry in 'The Notebook', and have never finished watching 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days'.

But in the last month, I have seen not just one, but two chick flicks I found worth watching. 'New in Town' and 'The Proposal'. Both a little predictable, as is to be expected. But really funny, and really cute.

PS: But I still didn't cry in either of those. If you want to see me cry, make me watch a dog movie.

Productive

I would now like to brag (to myself) about everything I have done in the last several days.

- Changed light bulbs in the dining room light fixture.
- Bought groceries.
- Medicated the dogs.
- Unpacked boxes. SO MANY.
- Threw away stuff. SO MUCH STUFF.
- Got rid of boxes. More than I could count.
- Set up the internet.
- Set up my mom's computer with wireless.
- Moved my mom's computer downstairs.
- Got the house key copied.
- Did laundry.
- Did dishes.
- Got rid of the pie.
- Ordered mail keys.
- Cut the hairballs off of Maci.
- Tried to wash the windows of my car, only to realize I was not using window cleaner. Hello, streaks.
- Sort of learned my way around. To Wal Mart. I've been four times.
- Took out the trash. More than once.
- Freed Chloe.

It actually felt longer than that list. Fail.

Classic

So one of the many, many, MANY boxes that arrived in Colorado Springs contained the Parsons family breadbox. There were several women in the midst of organizing the kitchen at the moment I located it, so I notified my mom of the discovery.

'Be careful,' I warned. 'There is still food inside of it.'
'There is?' she asked, a little taken off guard.
'Yes,' I answered, opening up the cover a little so she could see. 'Oh. And a golf ball. And some...shoulder pads.'

How? Why??? WHO???

They went in the trash immediately.

Gold Bond is my New Best Friend.

I needed a new post. But what should it say? Nothing has happened, and everything has happened. How do I narrow it down?

Firstly, I am back in good old Colorado as of yesterday. Back in Fort Collins as of today. But not for long! Soon I will be back in the Springs, dog sitting once again. Kansas was wonderful, and a lot of blessings came out of that time. On my very last night there, a lot of wonderful ladies and I went out to the prairie to take pictures. If you would like to see some of our work, go here.

Now. As peaceful, serene, and lovely as these pictures may be...I have to tell you about a terrible side effect of that night - CHIGGERS. Someone asked me if they were a mixture of chickens and tigers. More like a mixture of Satan and mosquitos, if you ask me. I started having some severely itchy legs during the drive out from KC, and it has only gotten worse from there. I have bites EVERYWHERE. Especially on my legs. My entire legs. Oh, and as if that's not bad enough, ALL of my clothes were smashed together in my suitcase for the remainder of the trip. So what does that mean for me now? That alllll of my clothes are contaminated? As is my suitcase, that I have to continue to live out of for the next month? What ridiculous little demons.

Secondly. This is the year of the bridesmaid for me. And today I got my first bridesmaid outfit for TORY'S wedding. It fits, and I will even be able to wear it again as a normal outfit! So that is exciting.

Thirdly. What is with the hail? Everywhere I go, there is hail! Golfball sized in Missouri, thankfully sparing my car much damage. And then more hail in the Springs yesterday. And quarter-sized in Fort Collins today. My car will be lucky to survive the summer!

Fourthly. WhatamIdoingwithmylife.

I gots a nubbin

it's on my face.

Mercy

I want to write something today, but I am just not sure what to write.

How can I live so much life and yet still not find something to write about? I think I over-analyze everything too much.

I can't usually spill my guts here on this blog, guys. Just can't. But what else does that leave to write about?

Well, allergies.
Pictures.
Videos.
Nephews.
Gabe.
Funny stories.

...

And another dosage of Gabe and nephews.

And that I am oh-so-excited for Alaska in LESS THAN A MONTH!



Speaking of nephews, mine are the cutest in the world. We had a nerf gun fight the other day before I left the house for the kennel. Every time I got shot, I would dramatically fall to the ground, limbs flopping and making a big scene. This was much to their delight, of course. And they would wander over to shoot me again while I was down. I would say 'Please, no, have mercy!' and then they would shoot me anyway.

They must have thought that phrase was pretty cool though, because now when they shoot me or anyone else, they say 'YOU HAVE MERCY!!!' And bang. Nerfed. Even after taking the time to explain to them what mercy really means, Micah saw me briefly the other day and said 'Remember, Becca, you will STILL have mercy TOMORROW.'

haha. Colorado just might be perfect if they could come along.

You know there is a pretty good chance your skin looks like that of an adolescent...

...when your mom has to ask you if you are out of Proactiv as you are leaving the house without makeup one morning. 'fml' hahaha