AS PREDICTED

For the record it is Halloween and it is snowing this morning.

GO ROCKIES!

Last night the Rockies lost to the Red Sox in game four of the World Series. They were swept. And I couldn't care less. Not because I wasn't watching every pitch with anticipation that the Rockies series was just about to turn around. No, I was a good fan, and believed in my team. But, the dream was not for them to be the best team in the world. For me, it was enough that they were finally the best team in Denver. After fifteen years, I like most faithful, had gone almost an entire season without going to a game because they were going to lose. The point of the games were to go and enjoy being at a baseball game. Summer nights under the lights, consuming beers and brats, critiquing other fans' cheers, being with friends and family. And I'll tell you what, when they actually started winning, that was just a bonus. I was reawakened to a love my father cultivated in me, and that is baseball. It started when I was seven years old and sat in the dugout with the rest of my dad's softball team cast with seriously shady characters learning how to keep book. That E6 meant that my dad had really messed up the play, and he never did that. So to sit next to my father as the Rockies won the National League pennant, those young, inexperienced underdogs--that was a pleasure. So the Rockies didn't win the World Series, and P.S. they got swept in the World Series. It was ugly. But they were there, and for a few games so was I, with my dad, my husband, my sister, my step mom and stepsisters and brother-in-law. That is not losing.

AHH YEAH! HOW I GOT MY MOVES STARTED.

I didn't have any fun in Vegas

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Pysch! I had so much fun. I saw naked girls, gambled, won at craps, hung out with my sister, talked politics with an assassin, took a hummer limo, tagged along with a bachelorette party, got layed, got wasted drunk, bonded with my sister, lost at craps, learned rulette, ate French food, watched a fountain show, saw the most enormous man ever, saw the worst lounge act ever, ate German food, got a ride from a blind & deaf Cuban corpse, endured 110 + heat............I could go on.

Happy Birthday to my husband!!

Me on a great day.

Catching up with the information super highway

OMG, my first blog. My decision to start this blog began with an O Magazine article and a thought: "I used to journal, but haven't in years..." I journaled all through my adolescence when I used to have free time and a prohibition against alcohol and late night television. Now those prohibitions have been replaced by a lack of free time between a husband, two dogs, bills, jobs, school, a LARGE family, an impending job search, a love of food and eating, and a love-hate relationship with exercise. If I think back to my old journals, I'm actually frightened. They were filled with terrible poetry and musings originating from hormonal variation. On the other hand, my journals helped me make it through the tribulations that mark adolescence, and in that regard were terrific. But, I'm stable now, and so this blog will be a bit different. I'm not Carrie Bradshaw, nor am I Dear Abby.
What I am is a woman coming of age in uncertain and rapidly changing times. I'm happier than ever. I am comfortable in my own skin. And I'm not finished designing myself. When I think about who I want to be in an ideal world (this world), I am a writer. Writers write. And in this day and age, writers blog. I'm catching up with the information super highway and journaling out in cyber space. Hence, injensskin. Welcome, and enjoy.