It's getting closer to beach season so before the tourist hit we made rounds at the beach. Heading north for a few hours we (me and the roomies) went to the beach. The weather wasn't your optimal beach sitter's paradise but we weren't there to soak up the rays. This trip was all about shopping. We hit the outlets with full force. Saturday night was bar night and we went to season opening for a local place. Two pretty decent bands took stage, Scott's New Band and Fuzzy Bunny Slippers. You heard me right, FUZZY BUNNY SLIPPERS. Two cover bands that really knew how to rock out. No cover but a suggested donation along with several free beers the night was a hit. I, like my regular rock star self, was all over the floor soaking up the music. Out of the 5 band members 3 had girlfriends, one disappeared and two got hit on… What? You do the math. Somebody exchanged digits who wasn't supposed to. Whoops! No names…. Actually I couldn't tell you his name because I wasn't involved for once. I was far too entertained playing the wing man.



I haven't decided where my level of drink is anymore because I can sit with the girls and have one beer and feel it or rock out at a club and have 6 and not even notice. Seriously SOBER! Entertaining though, I didn't have to play the mom for once and the night was a success.

Last night I attended an event at the DAR (I should note here that I've become "DC" with my over use of acronyms, DAR is Daughters of the American Revolution.) It was so much fun! Entitled "Girls Night Out" a $12.50 ticket got you unlimited Martini's by Finlandia and entrance to an exclusive shopping party. Everything was designer and at least 50% off. This was the kind of event I wish B was here for, she would have loved it! I ended up not buying anything but admiring how everyone else found such fabulous things. The Martinis were strong but absolutely delicious so I stuck to my two and perused the sites.



I'm really starting to love this city and get to know it. It's amazing how intimidating it can be when you first get here but after you figure out where you are you realize that everything isn't as far away as you thought and your only worry is getting on the Metro before it closes.



I've found another piece of this city that makes me happy and I just love to smile about it. I've been fearful of speaking about so as to not jinx the situation but I think it's quite clear that I can't screw this one up… just yet anyways.



It is amazing how the words are just flowing today and for the past few months I'm been too inarticulate of my life here. There was so much to talk about but I just couldn't put it into words so I didn't even try. Or I'd already told someone and didn't feeling like retelling the story.



Having moved so far away it's been hard being so separated from my family but at the same time we talk about the same things like there isn't any distance at all. I'll be going home in July and if you're there and want to see me let me know because I would probably like to see you too.



What else?

I am now a member of the Colorado State Society and an honorary member of the Wyoming State Society. Needless to say my social life has taken a huge boost for that. Next up a volunteer position and my life here will be complete. Job, house, income, social life…. Perfect right? I LOVE IT!!!



This weekend is a trip to the beach with the roommates and hopefully a relaxing time away from the city.

Contrary to popular belief I'm not dead. Just busy.

Have you ever had an addiction you just can not quit? It does not have to be a bad addiction, like drugs, just something that tends to consume a lot of your time and energy.

I have one. A big one and I can not seem to kick it. No matter what I do to get above it, hide from it, ignore it, it is still always there. For years I have been riding some pretty crazy roller coasters. Knowing I do not need it but wishing frantically that I had it. I tell myself daily that I am better off without it. I justify it by saying it is “to time consuming and frustrating.” But every where I go, there it is. My friends tell me to forget about it and I do… for a few seconds. Then something happens and I am right back where I started, thinking about it again. Wishing I could do something about it. I see that someone else has it and I scorn them for it but deep down I hate myself for being so haggard about it, because I so desperately want it for myself. Damn all those people who have it. Damn them for flaunting it. Damn them for breathing, for living… but it is my fault. I made it an addiction; I made it a necessity in my life.

I got the job! The most amazing job!! Not exactly the job I moved out here to get but it’s a step in a very very very good direction!!! Can you tell I’m Excited?!?! It’s just so fabulous. I’ve been up and down for the past few months thinking I wasn’t going to get anywhere but a restaurant job and now look at me. I’m working for one the most prestigious government contractors in the area! I would basically be working with warfare analysis, not susre what that all means yet but it should dbe cool. How awesome is that?!?!?! YEAH FOR ME!!! Finally a break through and something to do with such a long day! Paychecks! I am this much closer to a car… which by the way can’t come soon enough. OMG hiking everywhere and it is so fing cold out here. Soon enough my pretties I’ll have a car and then I can start my driving adventures!

For a single female what is the most depressing thing one could hear?

Well it actually could be a number of things. An ex boyfriend has a new girlfriend and wants so badly to introduce you. An old crush is married and sends you all the pictures of the wedding. Your best friend is having a baby or a second in this case. To me, the absolute epitome of a hopeless romantic, all of these things are equally wretched. Never having deep feelings for the ex it just burns that he is so terribly happy with the new girl. The crush getting married, well why is it that he has to rub it in your face that he is so entirely content and makes sure you know that you just were not the right one for him. Mostly because you told him no but that was only because you were afraid of getting hurt. Now you are on the sidelines watching him move on. And finally your best friend is pregnant with child number two and you, you poor soul, are still single with no prospects and more then likely will end up an old spinster because you said no to the one that might have made you happy and you let the opportunity for the wedding and the children pass you up.

“But you have the adventurous life.” They try to tell you. “You can do what ever you want, move where ever you want and be happy.” Happy? Ha! How can one be happy when they are so entirely miserable in the state of their lives? Yes I live where I please, I do what I please and I make friends with whom I please. But what is that to the steady life style of actually having a relationship with anybody?! The last call of the day, falling asleep in the arms of a person you love… strike that. I am not sure I could share my sleeping space. I spread and move about too much. Maybe I reject the relationships because that means someday I will have to share my sleeping space. It could be fully possible. It would, in fact, make much more sense.

However it is still a damned depressing day!
I am blaming it completely on the weather of courses and entirely missing the sun too much. 358 days of sun a year to if your lucky 100. Brilliant move!

I think I may delete the blog. Read "The Washingtonienne" and let me know your thoughts.

Officially the National Western Stock Show has begun. Opening day was January 6. This will be the first year in 5 years I won’t be working and the first in something like 23 that I won’t be attending. I’m sure there was a year or two in there that I didn’t make it.

It really does suck. Shock Show was the high light to my life every year I looked forward to being the country girl and watching the cattle being shown. I tried for months, after the last show, to get a job with an association. I, however, never had the proper educational background to continue on this career path. Being so far away from the show makes it almost surreal that it’s happening without me. I’d almost forgotten it was going on this year. I was reminded on the plane ride back to my current life that I would be missing this year.

I’ve already scanned through the results of the past 3 days and everything seems to be in order. I just wonder what tensions are like in the office. I talked to my boss not too long ago and she was worried that this would be her first year in five of having to be concerned on the happenings in the arena. It’s nice to know you’ll be missed and you were trusted that much that no one had to worry if things were getting done. I know the team this year will do a great job because they have a great boss. I’m just sad I won’t get to be apart of it this time around.

If you’re going to the show have a red beer for me. They just don’t make them the same out here. Say hello to Mr. Hereford for me too. I know he’s there, he’s always there.
The show must go on whether I’m there to organize it or not. Good luck everybody.

Back to the big city. Home was fabulous. The blizzard did suck out a lot of the fun but there was a different kind of fun to be had. I spent much more time with my family then I would have. I was able to spend an entire day with my sister and niece. She’s so absolutely adorable and I love seeing her grow through all the different stages. She’s sitting up now and attempting to roll over. My favorite part is when she cracks herself up… and talking to her animal carousel is so much fun.

I am defiantly glad it doesn’t snow much out here. I am so over snow right now. The weather has been gorgeous although I’ve been attempting to get my head back on from vacation and haven’t seen much of it. So much to do when you are trying to find a job. I really need to get one soon. I am, however, getting much closer to one. A few more details and I think it’s mine. I could use the health insurance. And just think of what I can do on my lunches!!! I’ll have to bring my walking shoes everyday.

After being home for a week I realized something… actually it was almost immediate. It’s so sad to say and it’s breaking my heart, but it’s not my home anymore. It was crazy I felt like a guest in my own room. Things were planned for me and people took time off work to be with me. I pulled my weight around the house… a bit. I’m not very helpful when it comes to “spring cleaning” during a blizzard but I shoveled the walks and apparently I’m damn sexy in my pink pajama’s, barrowed coat and horrible snow hat, the snow plow cleaned out my drive way for me. Saved me a good hour and a lot of swearing. Back to my main thought. I knew I wouldn’t be here the rest of my life, 2-5 years maybe. A year if everything falls through. But even when I get back, nothing will be the same. Not like I expected everyone to put everything on hold and pause time for my return but when I get back I’ll have to immediately find a place of my own because my house just isn’t MY house anymore and it will be even more strange after all the renovations are done.

The good thing so far is that I’ve stopped crying… for the most part. There are still moments here or there that break my heart and I want my mommy but at the same time going home made me realize that everyone is doing fine without me. Time didn’t stop when I left and it never will. The little things will change and they will turn into the much anticipated phone calls or holiday visits. Thursday will become just another day and life will move on.

Life is so weird. I’m not sad I’m here anymore and I know I didn’t make the wrong choice. I’m learning so much about me, I just hope I don’t forget who I used to be.

There tends to be a moment right after one moves that just breaks your heart. You are not where you are supposed to be and you are missing out on all the good things you left behind. The last few days have been the absolute worst but at the same time completely fabulous. My flight home for Christmas was canceled due to a fabulous blizzard. Isn’t the weather just one of my best friends? The week I leave a snow storm and the week I try to get home, snow storm. Anyways, I am finally getting home tomorrow so the days I have had to spend here haven’t been fun at all. During my 4 hour airport ordeal of trying to get a new flight home I might two really great guys who have been super fun over the past few days. Also, I have this really great roommate who makes sure I’m not stuck in the house all day… so she takes me out at night. Thursday night was a very profitable night. First off I spent a good few hours crying knowing that Thursday night is me and dad night when the rest of the family is out doing their different things me and dad would grab dinner and hang out, just the two of us. Well that’s one thing I’m missing out on now and it really sucks. My roommate understood that I was upset and took me to old town where I met a really great guy who has already asked to see me again. I had to turn him down until I get back because not knowing the city or really where I live could turn out poorly so I’m going to wait till back up arrives, I hope that doesn’t deter him he really is handsome and charming… and of course moving away end of next month… best part… to Bozeman. Wow can I pick them. I figured hey why not anyways, we’ll have a fun month and then he’ll move away, no messy relationship. I think I prefer it this way. So to continue it’s been wild here but also terribly lonely. Can’t wait to get a job!
Happy Christmas all and if I don’t get back by the New Year, Happy that too.