Define productivity...

Had you asked me last night what my Saturday plans were, I'd have told you "Yoga at 8:30a with Jaime and Ryan, a spa appt then hiking with my aunt!", but that quickly changed to "Coffee and a movie in bed, spa appt, then manicure/sushi/shopping with Mary followed by cooking, chick flicks, cleaning and red wine and more chick flicks."










For what it's worth, I was in my gym shoes, shorts and shirt all day as if I was on my way/just left the gym.

It's worth something, right? .25? A dolla holla? Yeah....I didn't think so.


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When in doubt...Caribou.

After an excruciatingly painful day of work yesterday, I was having quite the pity party. On my drive to work I made a deal with myself that if there was street parking outside of the Caribou Coffee on my way to work....I'd stop.

Lo and behold....a spot was open!




After laughing to tears with the barista when he got my name confused with the that of an illicit drug and I took comfort knowing other people in the world were as ready for the weekend as I was.

Then I really laughed at myself after I got to work and saw the other travel mugs on my desk from this week.




The brown mug I've had for about 7 years now and it's by far my favorite.

Happy Friday to me!

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I love you, you little brat you.

The opening of this post is going to be awfully reminiscent of the time I blogged about coffee cups two days in a row. Blah blah, never would have predicted, blah blah work windows, blah, blog two days in a row, blah.

Our new offices are directly caddy-corner (Yes, I've officially made the switch from kitty to caddy-corner. You've read it here first, folks.) from where the Colorado Rockies play, Coors Field. This presents a world full of opportunity which includes, but are not limited to:
Free amazing parking to any and all games.
Using unused client tickets to day games for an hour over your lunch break during day games.
Really, really fun team building events.
Last minute evening plans for unused client tickets.

However. The number 1 and most important and amazing perk of our office location?













It's okay if you are confused. But what I'm trying to show you here is the hot dog stand you see in the reflection of poor IceHouse Loft person's windows.

Okay fine, quit complaining. Here is a better shot. Look on the corner.













I firmly believe this man's only reason in life is to cook with love and CO air, brats and hot dogs for my office.

Side note: Who was the mastermind behind naming/spelling brats? If they were going to double word something it should have been named after a unicorn or tulip or something. Not some misbehaved child. Anyhoodle.

Today is the first day game of the season, hence the long winded, slightly pointless blog post. I present to you....my first unicorn of the season!!!!! (That didn't work, did it?)













I am busier than busy this week, so Alex offered to go down and get it for me so I could keep working. He did really good on my request for an obnoxious amount of kraut, but I prefer slightly tons more mustard. Kinda like this!












Photo from a game last year with my girls!













And another little gem for your viewing pleasure.










And this one I wouldn't call a gem...more blackmail. But Mary did remind me of the little brat who snapped this pix of me at Oktoberfest a few years ago, and I couldn't not post it because I am in fact, eating a brat.







Alright. Now I'm off to go figure out why I have so many photos of me eating hot dogs/brats.


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5:46pm

It's totally normal for your first and kinda only smile of the day to take place at 5:46pm, right? I'm at work finishing up a big project for a client event in the Springs Thursday and admittedly I've been cranky all day. Until I saw this.

Across from my office window are the IceHouse Lofts. Yes, we look into peoples apartments all day long. (I'll answer the questions of what we've seen take place in our neighbors personal lives at a different date.) We've taken to writing notes on our windows for them to read because it got so obviously awkward when they'd be on their balconies looking at us, and we'd be looking straight back at them.

So here is my note to them:



"Hi!"

Creative, huh? Well I was beyond thrilled when somehow the sun and shadows reflected the message on the wall behind my desk, reading it back to me.





Kate got way more creative and colorful with hers:



RIP Pete the Pigeon.

And my personal favorite, Chuck videoing through his binoculars.





I just realized that I need to quit before you guys call the cops on us.


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*Dorothy Lynch.

In the interim of the photos/stories from ND, let's talk for a second how darn cute my grandma is.

Discuss.






*Though my grandma's name is not Dorothy Lynch, it is Dorothy and up until the age of probably 7, I wholeheartedly believed they named the salad dressing after my grandmother.

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Home is where the wine is.

This is the weirdest little snippet I've probably shared yet on this blog, but after sleeping one night with my aunt, 3 nights on an air mattress with my mom, 25+ hours in the car since Friday and being sick a good 48 hours of those days, I was really looking forward to coming home and unwinding before a busy work week.  That isn't the weird part.  This is: I had finally made it to my apt from my aunt's house, parked my car, was carrying all my bags down the sidewalk and suddenly heard a ambulance with their siren loud and blaring not more than 2 blocks away and do you know what the first thought in my head was?

"Ahhhhhhhh, it feels good to be home."  

What about that was comforting and exciting to me?  I have no clue.  But here I sit, full glass of wine poured, windows open, listening to the traffic outside and I couldn't be happier.

I am so excited to share pictures and stories from my surprise weekend visit to North Dakota, but for now my 4 day packed DVR is calling my name...so the stories and pictures will have to wait just a little bit.

Oofta,  I'm tired.

Proud Cousin.

I love these boys.




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