What on earth did I do to deserve this? Honestly. I was just sitting in my Jeep, reading a few pages of a book, and, needing to adjust my hair I looked in the mirror on the back of the visor.

What I wouldn’t give for perfect skin! You know the kind, blondes usually have it: tiny pores, smooth, and typically the same color everywhere.

I have bumpy, splotchy, oily skin. I have huge pores. Probably it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things – I manage to get love and be happy – but wouldn’t it be lovely to be cursed with, say, giant ears and teen-model skin rather than giant ears and my skin?

(I think my ears are from my maternal grandfather. The nose, of course, is from dear old dad.)

On the bright side, I still get carded for everything. *grin*
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Oops, I just bought myself a birthday present! Behold: my new PPC, the Toshiba e400.

It’s basically about the same as my iPAQ in terms of processor speed, RAM, flashRAM, and ROM. But I haven’t dropped it yet so the buttons all still work and there aren’t nasty looking hairline cracks all over the chassis. Snort! The screen’s an industry standard, all bright and nice, and it’s new of course. I should have my sweaty little hands all over it tomorrow. Whee!

There’s an update to ActiveSync: Windows Mobile – ActiveSync 3.7.1 Download. I wouldn’t know this except I tried to sync my plam to my work desktop and ActiveSync wouldn’t boot. (I have lots of damaged DLLs due to the nifty problems with IE and all that glam spyware.)

I’m gonna reboot, install the upgrade, and go to lunch. Wish me luck. (All I really wanted to do was copy a freakin’ .TSK file onto my PDA with a nice autumn theme. Jeesh.)

I made a few blinkies today. Why?

I can’t really say; must be because I’d gotten a request for a free one and had all the files open anyway. They’re obnoxious, no doubt, but I love them the same way I love Christmas lights!

More blinkies >

I worked Wednesday and Thursday. I had every intention of working on Friday too, but slept until noon instead. I am soooo tired! There’s nothing more tiring than vacation; Brett and I have both been sleeping tons: sleeping in, napping, going to bed early. Zzzzzz. Fun is so exhausting!

Brett’s back is still messed up, and he’s feeling frustrated. He wants it to get better and go away now, but getting aggro just isn’t the way to deal with it. The poor baby. I feel really bad for him; chronic pain is no joke and he’s been remarkably pleasant considering how irritable he must be feeling. We bought freezer packs and Arnica gel this afternoon and I hope they give him some relief. I believe he’s watching the Stevie Ray Vaughn freeview right now – that should cheer him up a little.

As for me, I’m getting sympathy back pain; I’m almost as stoved up as he is! My lower back is a mess, and my neck is too. Wah! (…you don’t suppose I could be a little dehydrated too, do you?!?!?)

Yesterday Brett and I hung out at Steve & Misty’s most of the afternoon and had a really great time. Misty always keeps the cutest house; she’s got such great stuff! We were going to go out with them last night too – Steve’s band was playing in the bar at Iris Bowl in Mount P. and a Fairfield posse were rolling up for the party – and I was really excited that maybe we were going to start doing things socially again, but of course Brett lamed out on me at the last minute. As always.

I was dressed and ready to go when Brett suggested that I should go with Joe instead, because he thought he wanted to stay home and rest his back. Not a problem except for the fact that Joe had left an hour before.

I was really pissed off there for about ten minutes, I admit it. I was! Mostly because I felt stupid. I should have known better, I really should have. The fact that he was interested and interesting on vacation doesn’t mean that’s going to continue now that we’re back in status quo land.

Sigh.

I had asked him at least three times if he was sure he was going to go out last night, and he assured me he was. But he wasn’t. He had no intention of going at all, and I’m gullible for believing him in the first place. He’d had a plan: to send me with Joe and stay home himself.

He just didn’t bother to tell either me or Joe.

So I drove myself. And I had a good time, even though I only bowled a 79 and I was exhausted driving home!

You might think I’m being uncharitable; after all, he does have a ruptured disc and he has been in constant pain for at least a month, longer if you count the sprained ankle he had first. But his back pain didn’t keep him from doing anything at all in Colorado, and so I can’t help but wonder how bad it really is, you know?
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SnoopSoft, Inc. releases Dashboard v2.5! I’m downloading mine now and will report on its usefulness soon.

I installed to cut down on those annoying freakin’ comments-spams I’ve been suffering around here. I couldn’t stand it any more; I manually deleted well over a hundred comments this morning, offering everything from naked pics of Britney to the opportunity to play poker for real money. Grr!

Around six, Jimbo and Joy and Ella pulled up to Ron’s house. Yay! Now the house is truly full of people and dogs; it’s an instant party. Ella and I got into the hot tub shortly after their arrival, and soon after that Amy showed up. Ron, Amy, Brett, and Jimbo enjoyed a beer on the deck while Ella and Joy and I soaked in the tub. Ella loves the hot tub, it was really fun in there with her. We kept trying to get her to sit on the edge of the tub to cool off because her face was all red but she wasn’t having it one bit. Three-year-old girls can squeal when they’re having fun!

Brett and Jimbo ran to the store down the hill for beers and smokes and just pulled back in; the huge pack of dogs – Prana, Bindu, Stella, Shiva, Jenny (Ginny), and Thea – all barrelled out to bark at them. It’s dog central.

This morning Ron took us to an adorable restaurant over near Ned(erland) for breakfast. I had a breakfast burrito: eggs, home fries, peppers, and olives in a flour tortilla with vegetarian chili, cheese, and sour cream on top. It was fucking awesome. If I’d had room I would have had one of the bloody marys Ron ordered!

After breakfast we went up to Josha’s house and hung out there for a couple hours. His place is really cool – some kind of upscale Swedish 70’s ski lodge kind of vibe. It’s sooo neat! There’s a rockin’ greenhouse with a hot tub and stone cooktop in it. It’s just a really neat place. Josha said it “needs some work” but what house doesn’t?

After that we came back to Ron’s and Brett and Ron played video games. I surfed for awhile and then took a nap.

Yesterday Brett and I went shopping for sleeping bags for Telluride next weekend; I got two tops and a pair of shoes, Brett got swim trunks (because I forgot to pack a pair for him) and a pair of pants and a pair of shoes. After Target and the sporting goods store we went to a used video game store where I got a GameBoy Adv SP camera (!!!) and Brett got two Xbox games to play on Ron’s console.

Last night I slept weird and screwed up my neck, so I’m off for the hot tub again. Vacation is sooooo fun! It’s so fun to have Joy here too! Yay! Ciao!
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I have a trial version of Rayman Ultimate installed on my device. I love it. I finally played it long enough to get to the end of the trial level, and I can’t go any further until I buy it.

But I can’t find anywhere to buy it!

The vendor quit supporting PPC games and only develops and sells games for cell phones now. A search of their site for the game doesn’t turn one up for my platform. A search at Handango – where I probably downloaded the trial version in the first place – turns up nothing. Argh! I hope the vendor replies to my email with purchase directions so I can play the rest of this freakin’ game!

Last night we went to Boulder after the guys got home from work.

First we went to a Mexican restaurant’s bar for the best margueritas I’ve ever had, then we met Jeff and went and saw Farenheit 9/11 at one of those theatres you can drink in.

(So in Boulder it seems you can drink basically anywhere, but you can’t smoke. It’s a pain in the ass, honestly, but I’m sure all the non- and ex-smokers love the clean air and yes I agree they do have a right to it. Just not in bars, for chrissake. Non-smoking bars are stupid.)

Amy couldn’t make it to drinks or the movie because she had to work. When she called Ron to beg off he said, “WHAT?!? Quit that fuckin’ job!” in a way that totally cracked me up – so much so that I was repeating the quote back to him for the rest of the evening. (You can tell he must get stood up pretty frequently by her job. I told Brett that that’s why I don’t make fifty grand a year.) (Sometimes Brett forgets he’s a slob and asks me why I don’t make lots of money. LOL! He asked me the other day how much I could make if we moved here because he’s all horny to buy property and build on it. I admire him because our current debt load daunts him not one iota; he manifests ways to get things done when he wants them done. It’s cool. Anyway, he was like, “I guess Ron’s girlfriend makes really decent money, could you do what she does?” I replied that I didn’t know what she does exactly but that yes, if I was willing to give up my personal life – which I’m not – I could probably make really good money. He had tried to tell me she “doesn’t work that much”, but I’ve only known the girl a week and she’s been woken up in the middle of the night twice and missed a movie because she had to go to work! And Ron was complaining about her getting calls at three in the morning. So there, Brett: the poor woman’s on call 24/7 and that’s why she makes the big bucks! Brett would so make me quit any job that interfered with his schedule more than once or twice; he gave me all kinds of shit the occasional times I was on call for LISCO or had to take support calls when he wanted me to be doing something else! He’s so funny.)

After the movie, Jeff took off. Ron and Brett and I went to a nearby rooftop restaurant for a late dinner. I was offered yet more booze but I settled for a giant glass of water and a half order of nachos. It was breezy and comfy out; no bugs and no humidity, and I enjoyed the conversation. Ron told us about buying his house and about a concert he went to; it was fun.

After eating we drove home. My ears still don’t like the altitude changes and tend to hurt for five minutes every time I drive back up the mountain. They also tend not to pop on the way down, so my entire evening was one of slightly muffled sounds. Maybe I need tubes in my ears, like they give to little kids? Heh.

I made a joke last night, when Ron said he hoped the weather would be nice this weekend, that it would snow. He laughed and told me to fuck off and said that he really wanted to ride his bike this weekend. Today the heat’s kicked on and it’s overcast and chilly out, with a big fat bank of clouds hanging in the sky. I was kidding about the snowing… or so I’d thought! All week it’s been hot in here (Ron’s living room) by this time of day (because the sun shines straight in), but today I’m glad the laptop is hot and I’m thinking about getting my slippers.

Since I’ve been here, I’ve done about an hour of cleaning every day. Not because I love to clean, but because Brett & I brought three dogs with us and if I don’t clean, Ron’s house will be a giant, filthy hairball when we leave. Ron says he generally hires someone to come clean when he can’t stand it any more; the place is actually really tidy but if I wasn’t sweeping every day there’d be hairballs in every corner! I had to scrub Bindu hair off the corner of the sofa where she rubs her little body as she’s going to hide in the corner! Silly dogs.

The cloudbank I’ve been watching is getting bigger and darker. I’m off to check the weather.

Ciao, babies!