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Falco and I visited the only mountain side zoo in the United States. They actually let you hand-feed the giraffes.



Falco feeding some giraffes.



Girty feeding some giraffes



My new friend



Giraffe Jr.

View from below the parking lot.. This is about where Falco and I got our first taste of altitude sickness. The mile or so walk down the gentle slope was just peachy but climbing back up with a 12 pack and a bottle of booze was a bit sticky. I saw God twice, I think.



View from the courtyard steps. Our room was on the very haunted 4th floor though we didn't witness any activity accept the closet door kept opening after it was latched and it was very very cold in there.

The Stanley did have a chanel that played nothing but The Shining 24 hours a day.



Courtyard pond.




The Stanley from about a half mile away where Falco and I had our first restraunt dinner as husband and Girty




Stanley Concert Hall.







The Stanley Hotel rich in history, celebrety patronage and paranormal lore turned out to be the perfect jumping-off point for our honeymoon. The staff at the hotel, though rather young, was willing to go that extra mile to make our stay memorable and hassle-free. I would love to go back and stay more than just one day in lovely Estes Park Colorado, the birthplace of Stephen King's The Shining. In case you didn't know, SK wrote the Best-seller in room 217. Falco and I were in room 420.

Falco and I have returned from our lovely Honeymoon cottage in Colorado and man does it suck having to go back to work. The only real draw to home the whole time we were gone was our three kitties who consequently didn't even give a damn that we were gone in the first place let alone the fact that my mom made two 70 mile round trips just to come cuddle with the little ingrates. Next time we leave, they are on their own.

As for our trip it was wonderful. I got some lovely pics of the Stanley hotel that I'll post. But the best part of our vacation was surely Manitou Springs. I so want to quit my job, sell my house, grab my husband and move there permanently. Aside from the fact that flatlanders who smoke cannot breathe on mountain tops everything was perfect.


More to come later...

In two weeks Falco Rex and Girty1600 will be wed, in holy matrimony, till death do us part. I would have started a self-congratulatory thread in honor of our impending union but feared it would be closed with a gentile but firm suggestion to "keep this sort of glurge to the blog section. Topic closed!" So here I am in my blog that hasn't been viewed (by anyone including me) in months to devulge and notate the extent in which Unexplained Mysteries is responsible for linking soul mates together.

I asked Falco if he would like to move to glorious Indiana when he expressed a somewhat job dis-satisfaction and overall lot on life. I told him I had plenty of room and to "just move to the midwest and hang out with me." Hang out we did. Turns out there's very little we don't have in common. The fact that we both have decent IQ's helps. It used to be difficult to tell a joke around people I didn't know; ie not many people got my jokes. Falco got it; he got me. He understood my train of thought and still does even though that particular train derails often. God I love him for that.

For two years he's been taking care of me when I feel sick, fixing things when they break, patching things up with my mom when we don't see eye-to-eye and giving all those around us a good laugh just when they need it. He supports me in my job, my family relationships and the few long-time friendships that remain after all these years. I know I'm only 29 but it feels like I've lived three or four lifetimes so-far and "now" feels "right".

We will be married soon, at my parents' house and all will be right with the world...

A big thanks to all of you at UM, some great friends, some foes, some teachers, students, lovers and dreamers. Prognosticators, mediums, stargazers and zodiac experts. Those that look to the skies and those that look to the ground. The happiest time of our lives is about to get better with the blessings of our friends.
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Please sign our UM wedding Guestbook

So my neighbors are already decking their halls and dragging their ugly fake Santas out on their lawns whilst last week's forgotten pumpkins sit rotting on the front steps.

Christmas jingles jangle my brain while driving to work and the isles at the drugstore overflow with Christmas crap. Some of which I'll most likely buy in some foggy lapse of judgment brought on by sleep deprivation.

I like Christmas. Songs. Decorations. But I won't in four weeks.

By the time Christmas actually rolls around I'm so sick of everything that I don't even want to receive any gifts and anything remotely repulsive I simply give them away.

The only way for me to pull myself out of the upcoming Holiday funk is to donate time an energy to a worthwhile cause. Toys for Tots, soup kitchens and Meals on Wheels are my favorites.

I always pick a Wish List from the tree at target to brighten a child's Christmas. Watching fellow shoppers choose lists from the tree improves my day further.




Wow. I already feel a little better.

This just made me laugh even though I've seen it many times before..

Ant and Grasshopper Again

OLD VERSION:

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.

The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!

MODERN VERSION:

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.


Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

CBS, NBC, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video
of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can it be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing, "It's Not Easy Being Green"

Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations
film the group singing, "We shall overcome."

Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake.

Harry Reed & John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Michael Moore that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his "fair share."

Finally, the EEOC drafts the "Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act," retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.

Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the
ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.

The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it.

The ant has disappeared in the snow.

The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house,now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Vote Republican



Without humor I would cry myself to sleep

I wrote this a couple of months ago while my connection was down. I thought I would share it with you all.



I met a new friend today
Mickey's had a hard life so far
I guess that's why we picked him

We saw a little kitten with blue eyes
But he did not captivate us
Though we were there to get a kitten

We moved on, to the back room
Many specimens there
Then the smell hit me, like a rock

I've smelled it before, from years ago
Piss and sh** and sickness, The Shelter
I've worked there and I know

I was too busy, too busy with work
Selfish, I was too much in my own. Money
Money, that smell brought me home

Desperation has a smell all its own
That's what hit me
Singular
Solitary

Desperation
On your own
I know it all too well

I lived it breathed it knew it slept it
knew it loved it lived it helped it
There be a hole in my heart, fill it who?

We saw Mickey, we loved him instantly
He knew he was for us and us for him
No longer will a cage He'll call home

The instant bond between us was strong
Too many instances to explain, he loved us
And we him

The bond was there, alright, instantly
Is
Was
And always will be

So I shall say a little prayer
For the shelter cat, for them that have come
And for those yet to be



please spay or neuter you pets; help control the pet population

Just for the record, Mickey the shelter cat weighed in at a giant 19 pounds at his last visit to the vet. He's quite healthy and has turned out wonderfully.

It seems the digital era has let me down. I hoped to post pics of my new God-daughter. My phone died then my camera went amiss. I can say that this child is just as beautiful as the last. I'm so proud. I'm proud that the best friend I ever had found a hubby to treat her right; with love, with admiration, with respect and valor. He gave her the babies she's always wanted and gave her family more than could ever be expected. An old bitty racist woman found love between black and white through the birth of of two babies of mixed race. If that is not a reason to celebrate then I don't know what is...

"You can't teach an old dog new tricks"......

Not so!

I've seen it happen and its amazing. I hope to see it again and again.

Share your stories if you like.

I was locked and that was OK
Some lies some blue and some Wheel Of Time..
We'll see what happens.

My best gal pal will have her second child next Friday. E.J. Brown, a little girl, is sheduled to be born around 8 am Friday morning. If she's anything like her brother ( who is now nine months and walking already ) she will be a lovely baby indeed. I will post pics of my new God-daughter soon after her birth.