Denver: Month Four: Autumn Overload

The last month has been full of Autumnal Goodness. I think I missed out on the Summer Goodness because 1. I was looking for a job, 2. It was more than 90 degrees everyday for most of the summer, 3. I had no idea how to get anywhere without getting lost, and 4. Did I mention that I was looking for a job? But now that I have settled into a nice routine I have found the time (and have the resources) to go do fun things.

Camping, like I said, was fun (albeit freezing cold). The Aspens up in the mountains turn bright yellow in the fall and we picked a really beautiful day to drive through Rocky Mountain National Park. The next weekend we went to Denver's Oktoberfest, and I have to say that the two Oktoberfests I've been to in Ohio were, well, WAY BETTER. My roommate agreed (he is a big fan of the one in Minster), and even though we are now the proud owners of two very awesome beer steins, I think we both sort of wish we could have gone back for a visit to Ohio.

Last weekend we carved pumpkins, and they turned out well. We also roasted the seeds and I made these cookies, which I am assuming were amazing, because my roommate's brother came to visit the next day and by the time he left they were all gone. It was a lot of pumpkin for one night (we also drank Sam Adams Oktoberfest beer to really top the night off), but you can't really have too much pumpkin so it was fun.



Sadly, my PC finally bit the dust a couple of weeks ago, which is why I haven't changed the look of this site lately. I have no software on my Mac, so until I get that straightened out, please suffer through this garish orange/yellow thing I have going on. It wasn't supposed to last this long, I swear!

Seriously, though, WHY?

Me: They compared My Own Worst Enemy to James Bond in the New York Times.

Roommate: NOOOOOOO

Me: What is wrong with everyone except us? Why do they like this show?

Roommate: We are intellectuals.

Me: Oh, yes. Intellectuals who gave Friday the 13th and its sequels 5/5 stars on Netflix.com.

Roommate: Hey those movies were really addicting.

Wondering

if maybe it's a little morbid to watch Gates of Heaven while the dog sits on the couch next to me. I think it is.

Taking this compliment and running with it

"They asked me, 'what adjectives would your friends use to describe you?'"

"Did you say 'awesome?'"

"No. Should I have?"

"Um. YES."

"Aww, that is the nicest thing you've ever said to me. I said 'friendly.'"

"Well I wouldn't say that."

Things I watched while my (male) roommate was gone for the weekend

• Sex and the City: The Movie
• Meet Me in St. Louis
• Drop Dead Gorgeous
• Ace of Cakes
  
• Titanic (only half though, because I have a hard time watching it and not saying "that person probably dies! That dog probably dies! That violin player! He is going to die!" the whole time)
• Pollyanna
• The Broncos game

So, I'm a total girl, without a doubt. But what can I say, he's made an impression on me.

As if writing this wasn't just as distracting as listening to her squeak that ball

Francie has this little pink squeaky soccer ball that has been her favorite toy for her entire life. Seriously, since before she could fit it in her mouth, she has loved it. I couldn't find it when I moved out to Denver, but I brought it back with me when I was home last month. We usually have to hide it from her when we watch tv because it makes the most loud and obnoxious sound you've ever heard.

Tonight I was trying to be a good citizen and watch the vice presidential debate, and Francie was trying to be a badass and kill her soccer ball. So I took it, hid it under the pillow next to me on the couch, and offered her a more quiet stuffed animal. Of course, she was more interested in trying to figure out where her ball went, so for the next ten minutes she searched the apartment looking for it.

She finally gave up and hopped up on the couch next to me. I was relieved that she had finally calmed down and stretched out my feet next to her head. She promptly began licking my foot, which spooked me, and as I jerked, I hit the pillow next to me and, of course, hit that stupid ball.

So you have three guesses what Francie is doing right now. And will probably be doing until the debate is over.