White Out

Denver has been hit by a crazy amount of snow these past few days. It started yesterday morning. I woke up, ran the dogs outs and realized I would need to leave for work several minutes early. I heated up the car, brushed abou 2 inches of snow off and eventually made my way to work. This morning was worse. I woke up around 5 and leashed the dogs. I made my way down the steps down to the parking lot, and Boone took a leap, landing in snow up to his shoulders in snow. “Awww fuck.” I groaned. Several inches of white powder filled the parking lot, covered the cars and made walking the dogs – interesting. The snow hasn’t stopped all day. It’s been coming down at a constant pace. So, I took the opportunity and left wok early. I am gonna catch shit from the guys tomorrow. “You’re from Chicago. You should be used to this.” I hear them saying. (They say that everytime it snows ” so, do you feel like you’re back home?”) I already gor a text fro Madride. ‘Slacker’ he said, jokingly. And yeah, I am. I admitted it. And I have the perfect answer for them all tomorrow. Today was the perfect snowday, I’ll tell them. And once in a while, you need to just leave work early to go romp in the snow with the dogs. You need to allow yourself that. You gotta work to live, not live to work. So, while they idle away at work (and i do mean idle, there was nothing to do there today, half the crew couldn’t make it in) I will be having a glas of wine in front of my fire place, I’ll pull on a coat and more boots and go run around like an idiot on the tennis courts with the furballs, and I’ll appreciate the day a little more. I love Colorado.

Silent treatment…..still

Remeber when I went to that wedding with a friend and inapropriately slept with some random guy and my friend wouldn’t speak to me?

Well, he finally spoke to me the other night.  Ok, not so much as spoke to me as texted me. And he wasn’t even looking for me, he was asking if my houseguest was around. 

When I told him I was out walking the dogs, I received radio silence in return.  For nearly a half hour I sat, a little irked that he would even bother talking to me at all if it was just to ask if my houseguest was around.  I couldn’t understand the logic behind that.  I get the silent treatment for 4 months and finally, when he does want to say something, it’s to ask where the houseguest is??  Why??  Why make that effort?

Then I considered the possibility that he was using that as an excuse to begin talking to me again.  You know, a litte small talk here, some chit chat there.  And finally, 30 minutes later he sent another text, saying  “sorry to bother you”. 

I replied right away that it was no problem at all.  But then his last and final text got me. 

“why did you have to ruin shit?” it said.

I felt my face flush and snapped my phone shut right away.  The line caught in my head.  Ruin shit??  Ruin shit??

He and I have been through a hell of alot in 10 years.  A hell of a lot.  I have a hard time believing, and it actually makes me pretty damn angry, that he would think me sleeping with some guy at a wedding when he and I are both totally single would be what he thinks would ruin our friendship.

Please.  It took him 4 months to say that?  Really?  I think, eventually, he’ll talk to me again.  But it really is starting to irritate me now.   It took me less time to talk to him again when he took a 6 hour road trip to see me, left my party to sleep with some other girl, then came back to my apt, told me it wasn’t what I thought and had wild school girl sex with me.

That was probably my mistake.  Because, according to his time line here, I really should have taken about 6 years to speak with him again.  Boys are silly.

Because I can

I woke up at a quarter till 6 AM this morning — ok, that’s a damn lie.  My dog  woke me up at a quarter to 6 this morning.  I walked her, and then the puppy and and then I was wide awake.  So, I walked to starbucks and the grocery to get the furballs some bones to chew on and then strolled on home.

But that wasn’t enough.  I finished my mocha and decided I was in the mood for a beer.  Why?  Well, one could argue that it is a football saturday and that of course you shold wake up and start drinking early.  But that would also be a damn lie.   My team has lost their chances at a National Championship and I am pissed at them right now.  So, the TV isn’t on, even though Kirk Herbstreit is on there somewehere with his pretty eyes and gorgeous face and that voice that….well, the TV is off.

No, I felt like having a beer and I went and got some coronas and I am sitting in front of my fire at 20 till noon on a Saturday, drinking for no reason other than that I can.

It was a discussion I had with the boys at the bar after work yesrterday.  One guy ducked out because his wife was pissed at him from the night before.  And another one sipped his beer and fretted over this crazy broad he knows.  And I….well, I just smiled at them and laughed when they told their silly stories. 

I am free and clear of all that.  I have two dogs that willl drive me crazy once in a while, and a house guest that can make my apt seem even smaller than it is, but other than that, I am footloose and collar free.  I have no husband that I am commmitted to.  I have no children that take up all my time and freedom.  And the only crazy responsiblity that I have is a job.  Just one job.  No more of the crazy work two jobs and still have no money. 

Some people would think all that sounds kind of boring and unfulfilling.  But believe me….right now, I am soaking it all in. 

Life is not easy.  I understand that like no other.  And I am riding out the quiet before the on coming storm.   

But today, this quiet, crisp morning, I am going to finish my beer and then take the dogs to go run around in a river for a few hours.  Sounds like a good Saturday to me, football or no football

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