tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99964842011-04-21T16:05:10.306-06:00It was just supposed to be one season, and then back to the real world... Three years later, I'm still in Colorado.Ms. Panhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04802985020937143999noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9996484.post-1135105000759555722005-12-20T11:23:00.000-07:002005-12-20T11:56:40.783-07:00

I know I haven't posted in...oh, a month, but it's been really crazy around here. Plus, I'm leaving for home tomorrow and I feel like a little kid on the last day of school before holidays. I really don't feel like working!So, I got tagged on this one from Ben, and it seems like a very non-working type thing to do.Ten random things you might not know about me:1. I love tomatoes, I hate ketchup.2.

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I found this on a site of lists that you can take a look at here. Among such jems as "Comments From the Crowd Gathering Around the Body ofPhidippides, Reporter of the Greek Victory Over the Persians at Marathon, Soon After He Gasped, "We Won,"and Died. " and "Rejected Bond Girls", I also found the below lists. They made me laugh.And that is not appropriate at work.Five Ill-FatedStore Names.BY V.

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I can't believe it...I never thought it would go this far!I want to thank the academy, for their vision and foresight to allow me the creative freedom to pursue this roll.I want to thank my IIF, as well as my know-in-real-life friends for supporting me, leaving nice comments, and chastising me when I haven't posted in a while. If it wasn't for them, sniff, I wouldn't have been able to make it to

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No, this is the not start of some porno post, you dirty minded people!That's how much snow we've gotten since Saturday, and I finally saw the sun this morning. It's 15 degrees outside, and while the rest of my office is off enjoying the powder day (we do work at a ski resort, after all) I'm sitting in the office. This sucks.Seriously, though, it got so bad last night that I couldn't see out of

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You know how I was a little worried about opening day, and how gorgeous it has been, and how it hasn't really snowed lately?I need to shut my mouth.It started snowing early Saturday morning (see concert notes from Fri. night) and hasn't stopped yet. While I'm thrilled that we're getting snow (I do work at a ski resort, after all), I'm not as excited about the fact thata) the roads are quite

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Yes, ladies and gentlemen, here it is: Round Two of strange and interesting dates.Yesterday, I had a very interesting experience at a firing range. Yes, with guns. Now, while the males in my family do tend to get excited about hunting season, I have never really seen a gun up close. I did yesterday.W. offered to take me out and give me a lesson, and with my new "what the hell"-type attitude

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It was almost a perfect night.The ex-Boy (as he is now known) and I are still doing that "friend" thing (it's working out okay, for now) so he bought tickets to see Depeche Mode in Denver. Now, we both love that group, and they just released a new CD, so it was destined to be a pretty good show. The ex-Boy agreed to drive, and I agreed to buy dinner at Tommy's Thai so it seemed like a pretty

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Sorry for the absence. My life has been 50 ft. beyond hectic, and I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.The crew is leaving today, and the concert was last night. If you're interested, watch NBC on Dec. 2 at 9/8c to check out what my last few weeks have been like. Hopefully, it will come across as effortless and terrific. I hope so, anyways.We open tomorrow, so I'll be

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Yes, folks. That was my night last night. Lots of hoopla, and the quote for the morning when I got to work at 8am after a few hours of sleep, was "Oh God, he's married?"We actually had a good time last night. Hung out at Mad Caroline's for a while, and then walked to the Creek. When we first got there, there weren't many people out yet, and I was about ready to go home. M's friend from

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Guinness Comes Out Against Intelligent Design Well, kind of. Check out a brilliant ad and the story behind it here. It makes the creative teams behind most beer commercials look like chimps.

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It was a very low-key weekend, as weekends go. I got to meet my friend L's new boyfriend...and his 5 year old daughter (who is not a brat). I approve, not that it's really up to me. I can empathsize with L, though, as new boyfriend lives in Albequerque, NM. Long distance things suck.I got an email from a guy I found on craigslist (yes, I replied to his ad. yes, I am ashamed of myself), but

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I'm not sure that I'm really ready for this dating thing again.I had a "date" with this guy last night who I've known for a while, pre-The Boy. He invited me over and cooked hamburgers on the grill, took a look at my computer (laughed at it) and then we drove over to Avon to see the new Warren Miller movie. It was fun enough, he's a nice guy, but very...intense. I mean, I like it when people look

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So, I took this test...and here's what came up. Several times. What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com

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This is a term that my friend M came up with. She decided that every other Friday would be "booty-shaking Friday". She said to me: "Ms. Pan, you are NOT old. You need to go out more."Me: "I was on the verge of death last Sunday because I went out with you Saturday night. Isn't that enough for you?"Her: "That was only one night. Come on, have fun! Live a little."Me: "Oh god. This is going

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I lead a pretty boring life. I mean, I get up, go to work, maybe hang out in the evenings. It's not all that special. I'm not discovering a cure for cancer or exploring deepest, darkest Africa. Snow season hasn't even really started, so I can't regale anyone with my latest injury from throwing myself down a mountain. I'm really quite dull.But, there you go. If anyone has any good

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And while this will still not be a very long post, I have been chastised by Miss Issues who tells me that it's been over a month since my last post. Oops.Let me tell you, it's been a bit hectic.I've been in Kansas, Oklahoma, Georgia, and Texas, all within the last month for work.There's a major project in the works for the beginning of November, and I've been put in charge of it. No details yet

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I don't know what it is about crackers, but they always make me feel better. That, and approximately 14 hours of sleep is sure to help anyone. In any case, my voice is almost back to normal, and I'm looking forward to Oktoberfest this weekend. So, since I have very little to do today, I've decided to post the following items:1) I have a new office. This is good because a) I have more

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Okay, that was weird. An entire post disappeared for a while. And now it's back...strange.Here's why I'm cranky: I'm sick. I should not be sick. I have too much to do, I'm leaving on Monday for five days, and I was supposed to go to a mixer this evening where I could meet fabulous new people that will invariably enrich my life and now I can't go because, really, who wants to speak to someone

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No, not by the bodyspray. And, since it's Friday, I thought it was okay to skive off work for a few minutes and post. Thanks, aarwen!Seven things I plan to do before I die:1. Bungee Jump2. Go on Safari3. Visit Asia4. Sail around the world5. Release a CD6. Publish a book7. Snowboard down a sand dune.Seven things I cannot do:1. Whistle with my fingers2. Tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue3.

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I have seen the signs, and I now bow to what must be a greater intelligence. I was mountain biking on Labor Day (last day that the mountain was open) when I fell and sprained my ankle. I also acquired some beautiful scrapes and bruises, but at least it isn't broken. For those of you who remember the previous broken ankle incident, it was nothing like that. I had on sensible shoes, and was

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I have not posted on the Hurricane Katrina disaster for several reasons. One, the people that I sometimes babysit for are from New Orleans and haven't been able to find all of their family yet. Carol's brother is yet to be found, and I'm holding my breath until she hears from him.Two, the news does not help any. Most of the broadcasts that I have seen are drama-seeking ambulance chasers looking

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are having issues all of their own.Firefighter Blazes to World Bog Snorkelling TitleAug. 31, 2005— A firefighter burned up the competition at the World Bog Snorkelling Championships on Monday in one of Britain's most bizarre sporting events.Iain Hawkes, 26, beat off the challenge of nearly 200 hardy souls who braved the driving rain and miserable cold at the 20th annual event in Llanwrtyd Wells,

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But I'm putting word verification on my comments now. I'm getting spam and I don't like it. So, if you're a real person with a real comment, please feel free to post. If you're a sketchy spammer, I hope this will deter you.

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I talked to The Boy yesterday evening before I fixed dinner. He was going to play discgolf with some friends, which is great. But when I hadn't heard from him before I went to bed, I called him to say goodnight. It went straight to voicemail. This is the first night in over a year and a half that I haven't spoken to him right before I go to sleep. And I know it's selfish for me to want to keep

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Yes, ladies and gentlemen, these are actually parts of my life now. Scary, isn't it?Friday, I spent pretty much the whole morning climbing to the top of Peak 8. Tippy Top. 12, 800 + feet. With the big boss and a camera guy. It was great, it great, it was exhilarating, I couldn't breathe. Literally. And here were these two older guys, one with a camera on his back and a tripod, just

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and I think everything is going to be okay. I think. We'll see for now. We're talking, and it's good. We've seen each other, and it was fine. The only thing that worries me is the fact that not much seems to have change, outside of the fact that I'm the only one stealing the covers at night. (I'm stealing them from myself and getting tangled up in the process. I'm sure there's something

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Sorry, kids. I know it's been a while and I owe a post. And this one won't be a very long one either. I'll get back into it when I can, which hopefully will be soon. Let's see...Went to California for work. Very fun. Sun and sand and all that bit, with work thrown in. Apart from a hotel room with no air-conditioning (I am a very spoiled traveler), it was great.Went to Atlanta for work.

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I decided to take a job hostessing at a local restaurant a few nights a week. Now, my real job is still my first priority, but I'm free in the evenings until the ski season starts, save for WW meetings and hanging out with the Boy and/or my sister. I'm discovering that I'm not really good with free time. I procrastinate, and end up wasting any semblance of "free time" that I might have had

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I'm glad that it's over. I know that I'm getting into the groove of things and that I'll be back in my schedule in no time, but I'm also glad that this first part is over. I'm ready to settle back, have a relaxing weekend, and then plow on through next week.I'd also like to say thank you to all of my blog friends who stopped by to say "welcome back". It's good to be back--I feel as though I've

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Yep, I'm back. Hopefully back into the habit of blogging regularly, commenting on other blogs that I have disgracefully neglected (I'm sorry!) and generally procrasting at work. Vacation was marvelous. Definitely what I needed, despite a funeral. However, even though I was absent for nearly six weeks, it seems as though no time has passed at work. I'm on my fourth day back, and it's almost

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I know it's been a while, and it will be a little while longer before I start posting regularly again, but I thought I would stop in and see how all of my imaginary internet friends are doing.Things are okay down South. I've survived the beach, even with multiple shark attacks right across the bay and down the road. Hurricane Dennis caused some winds and mighty fine rain, but the house is

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That's right kids, home. See, no matter how long I live somewhere else, it's "home" when you're there. I call Colorado home, until I get back here. And now I'm home again.I had a pretty uneventful couple of days without work (except for the a** hole that said that he was going to buy my car and then less than 24 hrs later backed out with a sucky excuse and totally ruined Monday. That's a

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I just had to post this. It was too damn funny to leave out. Especially if you know anything about World Cup fans.German city builds 'sex huts' for World Cup--Dortmund wants to provide discreet spots for prostitutes, clientsBERLIN - A German city is rushing to install a series of drive-in wooden “sex huts” in time for next year’s soccer World Cup and an expected boom in the local sex trade, a

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Yep, today's my last day of work for a while. My boss is taking me out for a lunch celebration (whether she's celebrating because she's happy for me, or happy to be rid of me, has yet to be determined) and then we have a town party this evening. Pretty good omen for six weeks off, right?But here's the rub. This feels so strange. I mean, when I was teaching, the summer was a definite

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I'm back from New York, seriously relieved and much less hot. I swear, you'd think that I'd be used to hotness and humidity, but I guess that I've lost all of my tolerance. Plus, it's just hard to look professional when you're wilting by the minute.The event went well. It was a little crazy getting everything set up (I spent over two hours in Kinko's), but I guess that's how it always goes. We

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I didn't really have a chance to post yesterday (doing follow up calls to a million people and stressing about NY), but I wanted to follow up with my excercise-queenness.The Boy and I went for a ride after I got off of work on Tuesday afternoon. It was really nice--we drove over to Lake Dillon and rode around the lake. I felt very motivated and good about myself. There were several hills,

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No, not a drag queen, smart asses. A real, honest-to-God, Exercise Queen. And for those of you who may actually know me out of the internet experience, stop snickering.I purchased a mountain bike this weekend. Of course, this is after borrowing a bike from a friend of mine and riding for several hours and conquering many hills at 10,000 feet above sea level (which will, by the way, make you

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Not only is it the Friday of a long weekend (yes, I actually get Memorial Day off), but the big boss just called and told us all to get out of here. Don't have to tell me twice!Cheers, and may barbeque invitations crop up for each and every one of you...

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It's getting to be that time, folks. I just ate lunch (a mozzerella sandwich from the French place, yum), the wind is blowing outside, and I have a bad case of work apathy. So, to let you in on the thing that has kept my attention for at least the past five minutes, here it is: The "Which 80s Movie Are You?" Quiz. Click here, and try for yourself!

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I know, I know. It's horrible that I totally lifted these from Daily Candy, but it's a great site and you might want to check it out anyways.So, here you go--some vocabulary to brighten up your Thursday:beighborhoodn. Area populated by good-looking people. ("Let's go downtown. Fifth Street has turned into a total beighborhood.")blamestorming(n.) A meeting whose sole purpose is to discuss why a

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You thought that you'd seen the last of it. Maybe you caught rumors of groups in isolated communities that still participated in this strange "sport", but hadn't caught sight of them in years.Well, hold onto your Vans, folks--the Hackysack is back.If it had been a lone sighting, I could have dismissed it as an anomaly or a fluorescent-light induced hallucination. But no. I have since caught sight

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have one of those days that just seems to drag on and on? When you look up at the clock, sure that it's almost 1pm and you're ready for lunch and you realize that it's only 10:30am and that you're going to be sitting in the exact same place for at least another two hours?Yeah, I'm having one of those days.

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Yes, folks. I have to decided to admit it. I am That Girl.That Girl that fills up her Nalgene when the water cooler is almost empty and doesn't put a new bottle up there. I would, really, but whenever I try it's too heavy and I spill water all over myself and the wall.That Girl who takes the pen from hotel rooms. I like finding them in my purse and remembering where I was. That's what

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We got back into Breckenridge at about midnight last night. No matter how early we land, it always seems to take forever to actually get home into my bed. And the alarm is always just a bit too early and loud when I have to report back to work this morning.So, the rundown:The work part went well. Lots of people that had RSVP'd didn't show, but hey--it's NY. Apparently that happens quite a lot.

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It's tomorrow--already. I'm leaving Denver tomorrow morning for my first New York trip. Not my first ever time in New York, but first time on business. I'm excited, but I have to say that I'm also a little nervous about this trip. I know it'll be fun and we'll have a good time and all that, but I think I'm still a little nervous.I mean, I've traveled before, I know how to catch taxis and such,

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It’s Friday afternoon and someone is cleaning all of the carpets upstairs. Everyone else has pretty much left for the day (I can’t imagine why, what with the delightful noise constantly emanating from the vacuums), but I’m still here. Watching the clock.I killed many trees today, and realized something really valuable. NB is not an editor. As a matter of fact, while I can usually get away

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It went so well. Of course, I was very sad to learn that next week is probably going to be the finale of America's Next Top Model, but it was still a good night all in all.Mer came over and brought strawberries, adding to the five other pints of strawberries in my refrigerator. See, when City Market has strawberries 5 for $5, no one can resist (during the season it's $5 for one container). We

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What I've "done all day" (as in, when my mom asks, "What have you done all day?"):* Drove to Frisco twice: once to drop of the invitations that caused me no end of misery yesterday, and once to pick up said invitations from the copiers. Thank heavens for Copy Copy. Totally worth the money for my sanity.* Labeled 400 invitations for the New York event in June* Separated 400 invitations from their

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Part of my very productive day yesterday (insert heavy sarcasm here) including watching two movies: Troy and Spanglish.Troy was quite predictable--not exactly historically accurate, but Brad Pitt does have a pretty nice body. Bad hair and he's looking a little old in the face, but very fun to watch.Spanglish was good as well, but in a different way. It was quite funny in parts, but also sad and

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Yesterday was Mother's Day, and I wasn't home for it. I have been with my mother for the last 25 years for Mother's Day, and this year, I couldn't make it home. Funds were the main issue, and the fact that I'm still working, instead of really reveling in mud season.So, I had to settle for calling yesterday, later than I wanted to (someone pretended that they wanted to see my car and then didn't

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Yes, friends, unfortunately it had to happen sometime. The Boy got off easy for a while, what with us both working and having other responsibilities. Now, he has no excuse. Whaaaa haaaa (insert evil girlfriend laugh here).The crappy thing about having an H-2B visa is that it is very specific. The visa holder can only work a certain job (ie, "Ski School" instead of just "Breckenridge Ski Resort

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1. They take you to a nice restaurant that you normally could not afford.While this may seem like a good thing, it really means that you feel obligated to eat whatever is placed before you and drink the many wine samples that they also put in front of you. Especially at a place called "Samplings". You get the picture.2. Inevitably, one person in your office is a self-declared sommelier.He will

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There is a place here in Breck called Mi Zuppa. It's very good, and they have soup and some salads and such. Their lunch meals come with a little individual loaf of bread and a cookie.I also enjoy it because they have a lot of different types of soup, and there are always vegetarian and vegan choices as well. Pretty much, you can always find something that you like.Here are my issues:1. Soup

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I went to the dentist today. I have cavities. Not just one: plural.In the 25 years or so that I have had teeth, I have never had a cavity. This is so disturbing to me that I really don't know what to do.I mean, I know that it was silly for me to schedule dentist appointments with absolutely no trepidation at all, secure in the knowledge that I had never had a cavity. Cavities were for kids,

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So here's how it works. Immediately following there is a list of 27 different occupations. You must select at least 5 of them (feel free to select more). You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select 5 of the items as it was passed to you). Each one begins with "If I could be..." Of the 5 you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a

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Because it's Friday, and because these were so fascinating, I thought I would provide you with some food for thought. I borrowed these from another blog, Fjordman. Longer versions of the articles are available by clicking on the titles. Enjoy!Chinese Men Measure Up to Others Below the BeltChinese men have no reason to feel inferior about the size of their penises, according to a Hong Kong study

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Well, as most things go, mountains have been made out of molehills. Somewhere, deep in my own neurosis, I knew this, but I had to confront it just to make sure. To update: I had a talk with my boss this morning. She's great, she's wonderful, and she thinks that I'm great and wonderful and doing a terrific job. She's a little stressed about the wedding, and moving to a new job, and she didn't

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I'm back from Aspen, which is good. The meeting went well, and I think that some issues were resolved for next year, or at least, I hope so.However, I'm feeling restless. And dissatisfied. A little with my job, and with the Boy as well.Here's the issue: My boss, whom I pretty much worship as the epitome of what a PR executive should be, and all that I want to be in the future, is getting married

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I have to get this off of my chest.I saw "Supersize Me" in theatres. Loved it. Not only had I cut WAY back on fast food (there are no fast food restaurants in Breck) before the movie, but I certainly reevaluated the one time--maybe--a month that I did give into my Wendy's cravings. I know that if you eat enough of something, it's bad for you. However, seeing that man eat McDonalds three times a

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I know it's Monday, and the day of the week should really not affect my mood, but I figure between the day of the week and the weather, I'm allowed to be a little crabby. It's April. As a matter of fact, it's the end of April. Flowers are supposed to be blooming, birds singing, all that sort of spring-y behavior. However, when I woke up this morning, there was anywhere from 4-6 inches of snow

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So, this was my big night on Wednesday. The Boy and I managed to get tickets to the U2 show at the Pepsi Center. They were more than I've ever paid for a concert (I was always a little shocked by the $15 cover at Eddie's Attic for a big show), but they were totally worth getting up early and glaring at the computer until we got seats.They were a little nosebleed, but after renting some binoculars

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If anyone is actually reading this blog, you may have noticed that I haven't posted anything in oh, about a week. I came up with a few very creative reasons for this:1) I won the lottery and quit my job, singing "Take this Job and Shove It" while prancing out of the front lobby.2) I was kidnapped by aliens, who tortured me by forcing me to watch reruns of "Fear Factor" over and over again.3) All

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This Sunday marks the end of the season for Breckenridge Ski Resort. It has been a great year, one that has gone way too fast. However, for all that I'm sad that the season is over, I'm glad about one thing. Mud season is fast approaching.What does this mean? Well, for one thing, your car is no longer recognizable because of the mud smeared all over it. Dog poop mysteriously appears after the

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Things that I'm happy about today:1) I left the house in less than four layers. And I'm not cold.2) I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow.3) My mom just got back from a bridge trip to the beach with her friends, and she had a great time. We talked for almost half an hour this morning before I had to go to work. I was late, but no one cares.4) I got paid today.5) I have 35 days on the mountain

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I have found a new way to feed my neurotic nature. I am a big fan of organizing, and reusing things for other uses. At least in theory. I love the Container Store, Office Max, and supply catalogues. If I had a million dollars, I would spend at least $1000 of it on a closet organizer and other fun drawers.However, I am not an essentially organized person. I enjoy imaginingg being organized and

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Because I'm not very good at New Year's resolutions, I usually put them off until Spring. Spring always seems like a good time for self-overhauling, what with the trees blooming and the "spring cleaning" theory. So, here are my resolutions for the spring:1) Listen to NPR more. I don't really watch television, and the Summit Daily doesn't really cover all that much world news. NPR will keep

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So, for all of my worry and angst, this weekend went really well. The boy had no idea where we were going until about 45 minutes outside of Steamboat Springs, when there were signs posted all over the place. The hotel was wonderful--a one-bedroom suite with a great view and huge bathroom. We changed and met Heidi on the mountain for a couple of runs. Steamboat is nice, but a bit misleading.

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I know that there is a name for that thing where weather affects you. You know, how you get cranky if you don't have enough sunlight, or something like that. My question is, can you be affected by weather that hasn't happened yet?I woke up this morning is a slightly crabby mood. I couldn't understand it--I had plenty of sleep last night, I wasn't running late (for once), and I had a very

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I have to say, I managed to avoid these kind of situations for almost 26 years. That's a pretty good stretch, if you ask me. Of course, there were always Christmas presents for friends, family, that sort of thing. I know that I kinda suck at gift-giving, but I always try. I try to make myself feel better by saying, "It's the thought that counts" over and over again.With the addition of the boy,

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I have to say, not a big fan of daylight savings time. Just when I get used to it getting dark early, and having the sun flood through my window and keep me from sleeping late on the weekend, everything changes. The boy and I went to the grocery store last night after work, and after much fun in the aisles of City Market with our 5000 closest friends, we made it home. It was 7:15pm, and it was

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I'm getting a "breather" here at work. This is actually a misnomer, because just walking up the stairs to my office causes panting and shortness of breath, but that's beside the point. After this past weekend, we are relatively journalist free. We also close the resort on April 17, which contributes to the fact that no one will be visiting.The Travel Channel, actually a production company

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I'm back at work again, back in my regular office, back to the regular schedule.I've been in Keystone for the past two days for a Marketing Summit. Very good information, as we'll be able to see what the other resorts are planning for next year. However, two days of it is a bit much. Especially as most of the information is numbers and graphs and all of that kind of info. It also involves sitting

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I can post my crazy morning and let everyone know how sucky driving can be in Colorado, even with all-wheel drive.To start, Cheryl and Jason finally rolled in to Breckenridge at about 3am. It's fine, because I knew that it would be late, and I was already planning on sleeping on the futon. Plus, it had been snowing earlier, and I knew the roads would be sketchy at best. I found out, when they

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Yesterday, my parents attended a memorial service for someone that I've known for a long time. The "funeral" is today. However, having been cremated, it's not going to be the typical service. There was no standing around saying, "Wow, he looks so good." Because before he died, he didn't.Let me back up. When I started at VJHS in the 7th grade, I was totally new. My uncle John was one of the

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Kidding. Just another thought after my trip to Northern Idaho. Somewhere I'd never been, and never really anticipated going...however, the trip was much better than expected.So, this was my first real work trip. I mean, driving down to Denver doesn't really count. We were flying this time...crossing time zones...renting a car...it was really quite exciting.I found out a few key things:1) Money

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So, I'm back in Colorado for approximately 34 hrs before I head out again. Sigh. Such is my life (I'm seriously kidding here--I love it). The flight home into Jacksonville was flawless: no delays, no hanging around the Memphis terminal, none of that. The 'rents were nice enough to come get the four of us and we grabbed dinner and headed to Valdosta. The next day consisted of last minute

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I just had a whole post written, and my damn computer froze up and erased the whole thing. It was really beautiful, too, all about how I was excited about going home for Dani's wedding, and how proud I was of her and everything. It was wonderful, really. Now it's gone.Well, hell. You get ramblings now, and they're not going to be prosaic or well-written or anything. Screw you, computer.It's

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Not to make anyone feel guilty (Miss Issues), but two of my best friends from elementary school are coming to Breckenridge to visit. Again. They were here in July, and apparently weren't scarred enough by the uncomfortable futon to not want to come back in the winter. Then again, the interstate was open for their entire visit and they weren't forced to sleep in a gym. I can understand why you

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I will be leaving from work. Now, I know that this will be a whole hour early, but my boss just came and told me to leave. Bless her. Not that today has been too stressful, but the sky is blue and the weekend is just too much to ignore. Reasons that I'm glad it's Friday:1. Chicken fingers at the Irish bar. They make their own chicken fingers, none of that frozen stuff. The boys always go to

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It's inevitable. Every day at about this time, I hit my afternoon slump. I'm all nice and satisfied from lunch (leftover spaghetti), and the flourescent lights have begun to fry my brain. This morning, I even got to work a bit earlier than normal and was all pumped for the day. I cleaned out my inbox. I returned phone calls. I organized.Now, my drive and resolve is all shot to hell. I'm

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I've seen lists on various blogs: lists of things about the person, lists of things that the person likes, lists of things that the person doesn't like, lists of wishes.Therefore, I'm going to start lists of my own. Feel free to add to your answers to any list, or remind me of things that I've probably forgotten-- fun for the whole gang!Guilty Pleasures that I Enjoy1. America's Next Top Model.

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So, to take my mind off of everything that's going on here for a couple of minutes, I'm going to reply to the interview questions that Miss Issues so kindly posed to me. Even though it's taken three days to reply. Oops.1. What is your biggest regret?That's a hard one. I try not to regret too much, being that I can't really change anything. I regret not keeping up with my piano lessons. My mom

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Beth Levens, that's who. But she's not Beth Levens anymore. She's Bethany Wingo and I finally got to see her again yesterday at Keystone.She and her husband Joey (who, by the way, is funny and cute and just perfect for her--she looks so happy) brought their youth group up to Keystone for the day for some skiing. She called me at 9:00am yesterday morning to let me know that they had arrived. I

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I'm apologizing to my boyfriend, who doesn't even know that I wrote a not-so-nice blog about him.I went home after work on Friday, still stressed about the Warren Miller thing, and was venting to my sister. She was very supportive, did NOT say, it will be fine, but walked me through things that I could do to make myself feel that I had done everything possible and then said that at that point I

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I love my boyfriend, I really do, but sometimes he makes me want to strangle him. Especially when he's being unnaturally cheery and optimistic. I'm usually a pretty positivie person, really I am, but I also can get a bit stressed and worried. Most of the time these are issues that I can do nothing about. They will be resolved and work out just fine in the end. However, at the time, I don't

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I found this in the Summit Daily News on Tues., 2/22. I just thought that it was interesting and proved just how small a world it is--and that you can never escape from a small town!Summit County will be my place to be reborn*I appreciated the article in the Feb. 18 Summit Daily News entitled "A place to be reborn".I am 53 years old and plan to move to Summit County at the end of this school year

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Muscles in pain: all of themTimes that I winced trying to sit down: 347 (so far)Next Body Pump class that I will attend: Thurs, 5:30pmI experienced my first Body Pump class last evening. It was quite a time, and one that I never thought I would be looking forward to again. But, it was actually kinda fun, and I am looking forward to Thursday.When I first rolled into the room, it was a bit

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It's amazing how fast a weekend can fly. I accomplished almost everything on my list of things to do, except for the Rec Center (go figure). Nightskiing was fun, if not a bit terrifying. I did not get out of my pajamas for all of Saturday, which made me realize that I am really good at doing absolutely nothing. I don't think I could do it everyday, but it's nice once in a while. The sister

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1) Go nightskiing (or snowboarding, in my case) at Keystone. I have never been riding at Keystone. At night or otherwise. It should be interesting and fun, if not freezing-ass cold.2) Sleep late tomorrow and have a lie-in. This is a particularly English phrase that I have picked up and like immensely. Just like it sounds, you simply lie in bed all day. And don't leave the house at all. Since I

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Yesterday was the first Valentine's Day that I really had someone to celebrate with. College does not count, when both of my roommates got roses from my best guy friends, and I got a t-shirt from a concert that I hadn't been to from the guy that I was supposed to be dating. Two weeks later. But, I'm not bitter...! But, needless to say, Valentine's Day has never been a favorite of mine. I

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Dear Michael,It was really good talking to you the other night. I'm sorry to hear that job didn't work out--damn bureaucrats. I know something else will come open, and hopefully it'll be better than people shouting at you all day.I know that we haven't talked about some things. And I know that you said that I could pretend like I never got that letter. But I did, and I'm trying to get better at

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Just to clarify, this is not a big town. There are no Crunch gyms, or LA Fitness, or anything. There is the Rec Center, and that's where EVERYONE in town goes to work out. And I do mean everyone. I can go in and see at least three people that I know each time. It's nuts. But, joining the Rec Center does call to mind some questions that I have...1) Why is it that when you are going to the Rec

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Today is Tues, Feb. 8; my friend Marybeth's birthday. Happy Birthday, Marybeth! It's also Mardi Gras. Now, the reason that I'm even telling this is not because I'm planning on whooping it up tonight (which I might end up doing. I'm going to hit the Creek and see what's what). The reason that I bring this up is because I had a very interesting conversation last night with a sweet boy from

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I'm sorry, too. Specifically for: 1) Not being strong enough to say what was bothering me. 2) Shutting down instead of talking it out. 3) For not working just a bit harder. The dating my friends didn't really bother me (seriously, it didn't--there was always a reason that we were friends instead of anything more). I just missed you when it seemed that I had been put on the back burner. And I

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It's been a slightly crazy couple of days at work, but now it's Friday, and like all Fridays, it's slower than molasses. I don't know what it is--maybe it's because all of the people that I work with (ie, journalists) mostly have their stories wrapped and finished by Friday. Of course, this means that they're always calling me at the last minute the other 6 days of the week ("I need this now!")

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I guess things come in spurts. In the past few weeks, I've been in more contact with old friends than ever. I mean, people that I haven't talked to in years, much less seen. And it's great. Each person is doing great in their own lives, and I've been able to not only reminisce about old times and things that we had in common then, but also revel in the great things that they're doing now and

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I woke up this morning, late as usual, and peeked out the window. Thanks be to the heavens, it snowed! Now, I realize that a southern girl has no sane reason to be thrilled by snow. Normally. But when temperatures have been in the upper 30s (oh horror!), no snow causes a bit of panic at a ski resort. So, this morning heralded 5 new inches to our 3 or 4 inches that we've gotten in the past few

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I just spoke to my best friend who's getting married in March. I'm her maid of honor. Now, this is a great honor, but also a bit of a source of stress for me because I'm not in the same state. Not even close. She's living in Tifton, not too far from where I spent all of my high school angst. I'm in Colorado. You're seeing the problem. But, she said that it was fine and that she would rather have

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I've been sick for the past couple of days, struck down by the creeping crud that has flattened half of the resort, or so it seems to me. Everyone that I talk to says, "Oh, yeah. I had that. It was awful. Did you have the: sore throat, upset stomach, total weakness, temporary blindness, etc?" and then it's just a competition to see who felt worse. I don't know why it seems necessary to one

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