This is funny to me.

I just went to grab that picture off my desktop at work, and the amount of random .jpgs on there is too funny not to share.

Enjoy.

Too funny to add any sort of explanation.

Pretties I had set as a background last week.

Taken maybe 2 years ago?  At a fireman calendar event.

Pretty self explanatory.

My gay family!!  Minus the floating head of Jon's ex in the background.  I need to photoshop him o-u-t.
These are all the random people you hear me talking about at the sleepovers and patio BBQ's.

A picture of Chad, Nichole and their mom in Italy!  No idea how this made it's way to my desktop.

Again, speaks for itself.  Again, no idea why it's on my desktop.

You all remember this.  It's too funny/cute to delete.

Alex at a company event probably 3 years ago?  No ideas why it's there, though.

I got so much slack for this @#$!'ing picture.  Kate was maybe 3 months pregnant at the time, and SHE'S cutting metal.  I'm not 3 months pregnant and simply holding the metal.

The name of this pix is simply titled "YUM."  No need for any explaining...

Hum.  Oddly enough, Mary made this photo, but I can't seem to remember why now.  Dang.

I < 3 this.

Confuzzled.

Since living in my new apartment, I've woken up in the middle of the night/early morning and been confused by the most random things.  Most of these things include waking up and staring at the outline of the little cut out my bed is in, thinking it's a big black movie screen and being afraid that I fell asleep at the movie theatre.  Another one (which is actually quite scary) includes hearing the fire trucks go by (which happens very, very often) and thinking I got in an accident and the lights outside my window are hoovering around me.  But this morning, the weirdest one, bar none, occurred:

I woke up, looked outside my window and thought I was in a cartoon.

I know it's the weirdest thing, and you'd think after all the above examples have happened I'd get a clue that none of it is real when I wake up confused.  But honestly, the way the sun was rising and casting shadows on the trees outside my window had me peering down the road waiting for Road Runner to come zooming past.  I believe it was a combination of Benadryl taken before bed, my eyes not focusing properly, and the funky chemicals that were lingering in my body from a dr. appt earlier that morning.

You can judge me if you'd like, but none of this compares to the time I was sleeping at Chad's and he BOLTS up out of bed, screaming at the top of his lungs for some people that only he could see to get the #!%$ out of his room.  If you care to hear more, ask me for the story.  It's a good one, and something I will never let him live down.

Now I feel like watching cartoons.

Hee hee hee...

Jon was texting these series of pictures of Rowan last night, and they were just the trick for when I needed a giggle this morning.
Enjoy!

I get by with a little help from my friends.

I know we look ghost'ish, but I can't help but adore this picture of Jon and I!

Chris and Kevin moved to Denver a few years ago from CA. They buy/manage apartment buildings and flip each unit until they look as fabulous as they are! The building they are in now, they've flipped the penthouse unit and put in a beautiful wrap around patio. Jon was in town over the weekend, so they had us all over for a patio party! And, per usual, they didn't disappoint.

Amazing food.


 (The ribs with homemade BBQ sauce were to die for and of course I had to get a picture of the once corn on the cob to text to Chad's uncle.)

Amazing friends.


Amazing memories.


(It wouldn't be a night with Jon if he didn't try on my heels. Dudes obsessed.)

And the best pup in all of Denver, Abby!

My favorite story/part of the whole night: 

Chris and Kevin just recently purchased another building just a few blocks from where they are now.  So in true gay man/fruit fly fashion, we poured the fanciest champagne we had into the fanciest glasses we could find and took a walk to see it and celebrate!.  I should preface this whole story with where they are living now is just a few short blocks from my old apt. in Wash Park.  Now you should also know, I'm exteremly sentimental in the weirdest, and sometimes worst ways.  For example: I still remember certain stoplights in Denver where Chad would sneak a kiss at a red light.  Pathetic?  Yes.  It is always a little weird/hard for me to go to Chris and Kevin's, because I take the exact same roads there that I would have taken home just 6 months ago.  I digress.  Picture 9 grown adults, walking with a dog drinking out of probably $30 champagne flutes at 10pm.  We are walking, walking, walking, laughing, flirting with fireman when before I know it, I'm realizing we are at the cross streets of Penn and Bayaud.  Directly, smack dab in front of The Spot (that I talk about here) My heart flutters, then drops when I realize we are less than a block from my old apartment.  Now don't get me wrong...I ADORE my new apartment and new neighborhood.  I wouldn't change where I live now for the world, but I grew and went through so much in the old apartment that I couldn't help feeling sad, mad and a little upset.  I suck it up like a big girl, gave Abby an extra big kiss and went on our merry way to the new building.  We get there, have some laughs in front of it and listen to Chris and Kevin's dreams of what they will do with it before heading back.  I'm walking with Kevin, his arm around my waist, my arm around his shoulders and we approach Bayaud and Logan.  I realize this means nothing to you people, but that was my cross street when I lived at 155 S Penn.  See, this cross street marked the beginning and end of my runs.  Morning runs, afternoon runs, night runs.  Sometimes I'd run 2 times a day, sometimes more.  The runs that helped mend my broken heart.  The runs that got me through missing my family.  Got me through missing my sister.  And before I know it, a flood of emotions sweep over me and I'm having the hardest time putting one foot in front of the other.  But I do, because that's what adults do.  I don't voice any of what I'm feeling, and keep on keepin' on. Kev and I are leading the pack, we approach the intersection, I reach over to push the button I'd pushed a hundred times before, trying to keep the smile on my face and all of a sudden, out of NOWHERE Kevin looks over and says to me: "God D@MN it, you are pretty!"  He probably doesn't even remember saying it, or who knows if he even meant it, but I can't help but think that someone, somewhere knew I needed a smile at that exact moment.  (Hi, Morgan!) I think the healing process of everything that I locked up in that apartment March 5th after moving out ended right then and there.

Thanks for listening.  : )

And for one last photo of the night...my most favorite one:

Jon and our friend Trish hugging goodbye.  We can be quite the rough group.  Quick to curse, quick to insult even if we don't mean it.  But this photo proves to me how much love we all have for each other.  Their tight embrace and the look on Jon's face says it all.  We wouldn't trade each other in for anything or anyone.

Love letter.

I know I don't get mushy on this blog very often...but these two girls are worth the mush. I'll try and keep it short and sweet as to not gross out and lose any of my precious 4 followers.

Dear Miss and Heather,

Thank you for being my friends.

Missy. Oh my sweet girl. We only got to work together for a few short months, but in those months - you allowed me to grow not just as a designer, but as a person. I miss looking over at you and singing "Isn't she Lovely?" while you laugh, and throw Sunbunny my way to shut me up. I miss our creative brains working together to defy all past Vanity design guidelines to provide them with Seasons like they have never seen them before. Where you have taken Vanity since I left 4 short years ago, I am still in awe. You are the best thing that has ever happened to that place, and I will stand by that until the day I die. You will never know what a creative genius you are as a designer, photographer and friend. I so desperately regret the initial way you found out I was moving. And I am still sorry about that. Not a day has gone by where I don't look at my Beth Angel still sitting on my desk, smile and know through the miles, we will be forever friends. I love you always.

Heather, we NEVER even worked together - can you even believe it?! The first time I met you was for probably only 3 minutes during the first time I came back to Fargo after moving and surprised Missy by sitting in my old desk aka your desk. You were so sweet to go along with the plan. (Of course I ruined it by parking my sister's car in the only spot at Vanity NO ONE ever parks in, so she knew straight away.) Then I met you a second time when I came back into the office after Morgan's funeral and I knew you were a good soul because we didn't even know each other, but you were crying just listening to me talk about Morgs. Of course we got to spend more time together that weekend which now looking back on it, curved your and Tom's future more than we could have ever guessed. JT Cigaro's, BWW, fireworks, your handsome husband, Tracy...laughter for days. You and your inquiring mind about my life in CO did get my wheels turning about why you'd want to know, but I never wanted to get my hopes up. Now here we sit with our lives and carreers in Colorado, making plans a week out, and 3 months out. I smile I wouldn't change you for the world.

Thank you two for our emails that I look forward to everyday.

Thank you two for sharing your success stories, and life ups and downs.

Thank you for allowing me to do the same, and providing support when I need it most, but least expect it.

You two are my angels. Thank you for being you.

B.

1-10?

How weird is it that most often than not, a Sam's Club size Red Hot sits on my coaster at work instead of a coffee mug?


Probably as equally weird that I have a picture of my old coworker peering over his computer screen staring at me peering over my computer screen, eh?


Solid 10?

Thought so.

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