Her face is a map of the world

Is a map of the world

You can see she's a beautiful girl

She's a beautiful girl

And everything around her is a silver pool of light

The people who surround her feel the benefit of it

It makes you calm

She holds you captivated in her palm

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

This is what I wanna be

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

Why the hell it means so much to me

Random Road Trips

So I was driving back from Nebraska this weekend. And as I was driving I saw on the side of the road a $100k boat.

Abandoned.

Wha?!? Who would abandon a boat on the side of the road? Especially when it's freakin expensive.

So my devious mind began to plot on how to commit highway robbery. And then I realized my fatal flaw. I didn't have a hitch on the back of my SUV.

Curses! The one of many times that a hitch would have been useful. So dejected, I continued cruising at 85mph.

And then. I saw another boat. This boat was bigger and more beautiful than the last. Abandoned. It's not like the hitch had a flat tire or anything. And no one was standing near it, there were no cars. It was just there.

So I had the chance to steal two boats this weekend....if only I had a hitch.

p.s. I hit a deer too, but that's another story.

Ok,

Just gonna throw this out there.

Illegal Immigration.

It a topic that I have been reading about lately. And while I'm still trying to figure out my views on the topic, I would like to know what you all think.

So.

Illegal Immigration..... your thoughts?

It's Not Rocket Science

The other day my roommate and I decided to get rootbeer floats. Pretty easy right? Well I was soon to find out that the world operates otherwise.

We drove up to AWD/KFC and they were closed. We checked the time, it was 9:52. We checked the door. Yep. The door clearly stated that they closed at 10. I hate it when drive-thru's close early. It's a pet peeve of mine. But striving to be the ever optimist. I said, "Hey, let's go to Micky D's, they're never closed."

Against our better judgement we steeled our car towards those gorgeous golden arches that glowed against the moonlight. Yes... We were going to have our rootbeer floats.

As we cruised our car up to the window, we tentatively said, "I know you guys don't do this, but can we have a rootbeer float"

The fire back answer was "Nope, we can't do that"

Now for some reason, my brain jumped into work mode. The mode where there is no "can't" where usually you can come to some solution, no matter how cracked up and convuluted it is.

"Now wait a minute..." I said, "You do have coke right?"

"Yes...."

"And you do have Ice cream correct?"

"Yeah"

"Now why can't you combine the icecream and coke together???"

"We wouldn't know how to price it, we can't do it."

I know, McDonald's is not known for doing it your way. I think the only way is the machine way. But still. I had to persist.

"So you can't physically combine the coke and icecream, is that what you are telling me?"

"No, ma'm, we just can't"

So, we gave up. Ordered an ice cream coke, a coke and resolved to make it ourselves.

Seriously, it's not rocket science. It's just bad business. Now I could go off on a rant of how we don't empower people to make decisions (and maybe these people have never been empowered), but I won't. I won't talk or rail about how McDonald's lets their machines do all the decision making. I won't boycott the place, because honestly, I really do like the fact that they have those red boxes to rent a dvd from and they are open for my midnight big mac.

But seriously people, it's a rootbeer float.

So I did it....

Well, at least I'm starting on it.

For those of you that don't know, I've been contemplating applying for the Peace Corps for a year. And yesterday I started the application.

My reasons are many and my explanations would probably take numerous posts. But the short end of it is that I have been blessed with so much and because of that I want to go and help others.

The timeline from application to leaving is about 6-9 months. So if I get accepted, I'm not leaving anytime soon.

Eek! This is a big step for me, but it's time.

Tyler Durgen would be proud.

Why I love Memorial Day

* Biking down to Territory Days
* Seeing more than my fair share of mullets and interesting clothing combinations
* Determining that most people get hideous tattoos (What's up with that? It's permanent people, get something cool!)
* Turkey Legs
* "Homemade" Lemonade that was made with all natural Nutri-sweet
* Exploring the side roads where I live
* Drinking Old Fashions (Grind an orange slice and a cherry into sugar, add 1/3 bourbon, 1/3 soda water, a dash of bitters and throw some ice in it)... this might be my new summer drink- Thanks Jeremy!
* Curly potatoe fries
* listening to new age Native American music and determining that it's not my favourite genre. It's not even a top 100.
* Swinging on my hammock and not falling out.
* Road tripping through the void of Nebraska with a good friend and realizing that I left all my good cds in Colorado.
* Camping with my niece only to realize she snores.
* Eating fresh home-made rye bread.
* Having my mom hem my pants
* Washing my car with my dad and having a water fight.
* Biking a mile with my niece which took 2 hours.
* Picking wildflowers.
* Having those hard conversations, crying, and learning about myself in the process.


Ok. All of these things are priceless. I guess my life is like a MasterCard commercial afterall.

It's Official...

I think I can now finally call myself a Coloradian.

Yes. I now have Colorado plates and GASP! I even sucked it up and went to the DMV (the place I detest most in the world) and got a driver's license.

I've gone skiing at Breck, Copper, Keystone, and Eldora

I've gone backpacking through a couple feet of snow to La Plata in May.

I've mountain biked through the fall aspens at the base of Mount Princeton.

I've kayaked at 11 mile reserviour.

I've climbed the Cactus Cliffs at Shelf Road.

I've hiked around Crested Butte in search of wildflowers.

I've snowshoed and stayed at a Yurt in the San De Cristo mountains.

Oh, and I've competed in cannon ball contests at the Punchbowls.

I've flipped over bikes,
fallen down mountains,
scrapped my knees,
made my fingers bleed.
I have scars.
I have bruises.
....

But I think I've finally arrived.

Looks like somebody has a case of the Mondays...

Contrary to popular belief sometimes I do actually do work while I'm at work.

Just not today. Or yesterday.... or the day before that.

We moved our whole department to the basement and I sort of feel like Milton from Office Space mumbling about my red swingline stapler. I already do the TPS reports (seriously, they are) so I'm just waiting for my boss to come up to me and say

"Mmmm yeah..... I'm gonna need to you come in on Saturday...."

Moab!!!

In 17 hours and 50 minutes I will be on my way....

That's right, Read it and weep

I woke up this morning to rain.
I smiled.
And realized that it was going to be a beautiful day.

I was talking to my friend Gwen last night and she said something that stuck out to me.

Girls like two things,
1. Learning something new every day
2. Twirling

And I have to admit that she's correct. I love learning or experiencing something new everyday. For example, to day I learned about the reasons for Bolivia's explosive hyperinflation in the 1980's. Yes... I am a dork. But I like learning about the why behind things.

As for the twirling...

There is just something about spinning around and around while letting the fabric of your dress float, swirl, twist and turn about you. It's mesmerizing. It's beautiful. And I love it. Maybe its because it brings back memories of me as a little girl playing princess in the fields behind our house. Or maybe it's because when you twirl, people watch you and admire.

And it's all the more better when there is someone to twirl you. I'm not going to be the emotional sap here, but as a girl, yes, it is nice.

That's it. That's all I had today.

--sorry-- I lied. I do have more to write about.

So here is my exteremly long interjection...

Let me recommend a cd to you all that is going to be permanently in my cd player.

Listen to it, love it, live it.

It's "Shiny Toy Guns" album by We are Pilots.

You know whenever you listen to a song and can completely relate to it? Like the song was just echoing what's in your mind? Well here's one of them for you. It's called "Don't Cry Out", But I would like to refer to it as "Jamie's Life from a Previous Time". Yeah, it's good. It's what I'm thinking, well kinda. It's hard to explain. So read the lyrics, enjoy, and know in an odd way that it's what I'm thinking.

Auggh.
Sorry. I usually keep my blog light and airy and enjoyable. And I also know that when I write something deep or something that I've been pondering that no one will post a comment- that's ok. I don't mind. Really I don't.

Alright, I'm done for now. More posts to come....

Don't Cry Out

I don't get you . .
I can't forget what you've forgotten
all along
I've never been so alone

Don't Cry Out
Cease Fire

I was pretending
Your secret kiss of confidence
Was my escape
The perfect game to play...

Don't Cry Out
Cease Fire

Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away
I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play
Seven six five four and I'm all over you
Counting three two one and I'm having fun...

Your fascination
With naked walls of silk and skin
With no conditions
I needed you to notice....
That’s all I wanted

Don't Cry Out
Cease Fire

Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away
I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play
Seven six five four and I'm all over you
Counting three two one and I'm having fun...

"So it looks like the Chicken Pox..."

Someone said to me as they glanced at the tiny red welts covering my arm. And looking at my arms, stomach, legs, and probably my back, sigh...., yes. It does look like I have the chicken pox.

I mean most people get them when they are in kindergarten from the slightly chubby girl named Susie. Or when their parents decide to have a "slumber party" with the sick and slightly spotted kid from Sunday School.

So I could break out the Calamine lotion and look like I took a bath in Pepto-bismol.

Or I could take the more obvious approach.

Which would be to observe that these red bumps covering my body are actually welts. And that they only appeared after a trip to see a friend in Fort Collins. And that throughout the entire time we were at Ft. Collins we were having airsoft wars. (which I have to interject here and highly recommend that everyone go out to your local Wal-mart and buy an airsoft gun. You won't be disappointed. I know I'm not)

So to Cactus, Todd, Zack, and Todd's various roommates- Thanks for the welts. They'll be with me for a while.

Please.... Please let it snow.

I want tomorrow to be my Friday/Saturday.

Please??

Just a flake or two, or two million. I don't care.

Just close down the interstate and leave motorists stranded on the road.

Me?? I'd rather snuggle in a blanket and drink hot cocoa with just a little kick to it.

clouds crashing into one another

A prayer for the searching...

Desperate for changing

Starving for Truth

I'm closer to where I started

Chasing after you.

It's Pat....

background music: "Bell Bottom Blues" by Derek and the Dominos

Is it a she or a he?

That's the basic arguement that my co-workers and I have been having about another co-worker that works in a different department. We'll call that co-worker "Pat". Pat looks like a man, but she/me has a big butt... The type of butt a girl has. Pat's hair is cut short, in a uni-sex cut and Pat doesn't wear any makeup. There's no adam's apple on Pat, but no boobs either. So most of us at the office are left scratching our heads still determing in the lunch room what this person is. I mean really, if people are debating about your sex, you know that there is a problem. So for all of you that don't want to be that Pat, here is some suggestions for you.

a. Don't have a uni-sex haircut. If you are a guy, have it look mann-ish. If you are a girl, wear it longer. If you insist on wearing it short, have it look semi-feminine. Or at least wear earrings.

b. Wear distinguishable clothing. I mean, anyone can wear a button down shirt and khakis with leather shoes. So if you are a girl, wear at least a tailored button down that shows you have curves.

My family came into town this weekend.

It's funny how you generally forget the little things that make you laugh or really just annoy you.

* Like how my sister is a vegetarian only at the most inconvenient times.
* Or how my 5 year old niece likes to cheat in Old Maid, stacking the cards so the other person will always get the Old Maid.
* Or how my dad gives me dating advice.....Awkward
* And also how my mom usually ends up crying when we say goodbye.
* How my brother loves to push me as hard as possible on the ski slopes and also conveniently/accidentally leaves his wallet at home.
* How my sister and I started making french toast, and then ended up talking, bonding, and crying
* How my mom was going to be in the yarn shop for 15 minutes... two hours later, she finally left
* How my family went up to Cripple Creek for a mine tour, only to find out that the last tour of the day was already going on.
*Then driving down the mountain only to have my entire family get car sick.

Fun times with the Konecny's, seriously, I should write a book about it

Where is my mind

Background music: 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins.

It's 10:08 am. I've been at work for approximately 1 hour and 8 minutes. So I guess that means I only have 7 hours and 52 minutes to go.

And the problem is, I have no work. I mean I can troll people's inboxes and do their work for them, but honestly I just don't feel like it. So I'll sit, blankly stare at my computer for 15 minutes, obsessively check my email, and then take a break. (Because damn, doing nothing is hard work) Uggh. My life is seriously starting to look like Office Space.

It's so gorgeous outside. Maybe I can get a tan at lunch.

One o'clock here I come.

Whee...

Guagh!!

I miss riding Gary.... my mountain bike.

See he's a Gary Fisher and so what better name for a bike? Anyways. Spring is starting to appear. And yet Gary sits in the garage. Un-used and un-loved. I tried explaining to him that at the moment we just aren't right for eachother. That the weather seems to get in the way of our time together. But I don't think he understands.

And so he sits in my friends garage. (I know, not even my garage) Waiting for the day for me to pick him up, go to the mountains and have fun.

Blast this artic freeze weather!!!! because right now all I want to do is to go and ride.

Now why is this news?!?

Anna Nicole Smith died. And Fox news, CNN and pretty much any other new organizations have been covering it non-stop. It's on the news during lunch, it's even on while I'm at the gym burning off my 500 calories.

News? Really? Are you kidding me? I mean who really cares? Did she do anything to contribute to society? No, I don't think so.

So why are we devoting so much time to this? I think it says something about our society and the people we worship. We admire and worship people that are nice to look at but are generally selfish. They don't have to make the world a better place, they just have to prove that they are better than anyone else.

Sad. Why are we so devoted to beautiful looking people?

P.S. The Italian Prime Minister resigned. For some reason the news gods deemed this un-newsworthy.... Who knows why. .. I'm switching to the BBC.