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What do you do when your two dear friends are putzing around on their electronic devices, a MacBook (Mike) and an Android (Jessie) respectively, trying to figure out which movie we should rent?
Options:
1. Bite my fingernails? They’re already munched down to the quicks.
2. Pick the fuzz out from between my toes? Too conspicuous.
3. Blog …
Well, it was my only choice …
So I live in Boulder. That means that, theoretically, I’m a bad-ass athlete.
That (wrong) conclusion led me on a “Damn the torpedoes” kind of bike ride this morning where I pedaled into the blustery wind for three miles, despite the fact that those same howling gusts woke me up last night.
Bad decision.
But one that inspired my new resolution: I will not bike to school on days where the wind speed is 35 mph.
Here’s New Years Resolution 2011 Number 1.
Perhaps I’m especially tart because in the process of heading to school, I fell over because of said (fricking) wind. And I recently discovered that in the process of doing so, I managed to squish the orange I’d packed for a mid-morning snack.
I have orange juice in my backpack.
(It’s the pulpy kind.)
Have you tried Wrigley‘s Mint Chocolate Chip flavor of gum? It’s like a delightful dessert … which is undoubtedly why the line of tastes that also includes key lime pie and strawberry shortcake is called Dessert Delights.
Well, a good friend Travis recently saved the day when a group of us had gotten together for dinner, but no one had had the forethought to bring that final course: dessert. He busted out his pack of Mint Choco Chip and enlightened us all to the Dessert Delights. It was fabulous.
Now because I’m a half-a-stick of gum chewer–which is more because I chomp like a cow on its cud than in an effort to save money–I had a sliver of a piece left after our “dessert.” (Yes, I know gum is about a buck, but hey, use this Target coupon code for even more savings)
And I treasured it. Saved it. Was waiting for the perfect time to chew it when I could appreciate the subtle hints of chocolate, the sweet nuances of mint to their fullness.
That time was not this morning when I was working out, still had remnants of morning breath and couldn’t really taste anything because of the thick layer of phlegm still coating my throat as I recover from a cold.
Alas, this morning was when I ate it.
Today as Mike and I G-chatted instead of diligently working on the copious amounts of crap we really need to be finishing up, this wonderful man had a spurt of genius, the extent of which I don’t think he fully understands.
See, a bunch of our friends are getting married this summer, which means lots of invites and the promise of considerable dancing and merry-making to come; however, RSVP’ing does pose one significant drawback. (This is where Mike’s stroke of wisdom comes in).
Mike: so we need to pick what we want for dinners; there are like 4 options
me: mmmm
Mike: which stinks, because i don’t know what i’m in the mood for in the middle of april; I know what sounds good right now.
Yep, pure brilliance.
So I love Boulder as much as the next granola-eating, environment-saving, fleece-wearing, outdoor-loving individual, but even I can admit that the place has a flaw.
Each time the wind blows hard and cold from the northeast, it leaves a potent harbinger in its wake: the noxious stench of cow poop.
The thing is, this isn’t really Boulder’s problem … it’s Greeley’s.
Their industry de bovine wafts southward and offends our innocent nostrils. How is that fair?
How do we know we’re near the end of the world?
When we use cute little girls with neon shoelaces and brown vests to promote consumerism and obesity.
You may call it Girl Scout cookie time … I call it Armageddon.