Thursday, July 28, 2005

No place like home (at least for another year).

Attention! Attention!

We are not moving. I repeat, we are NOT moving!

Woohoo! This awesome house is ours for a whole 'nother year!

Our house
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

3834 Lowell Boulevard, we love you.

For the love of God, do NOT go see this band.

Last night we went to hear the Hot Buttered Rum String Band.

I do not recommend ever going to see them.

They are way too good of musicians, they jam way too hard, and they are wayyyyyy too hot (in the good looking sense.....rahhrrr!).

No, please don't ever go hear them. If you do, you will see how they are the next big thing and then before you know it, they're the next String Cheese Incident, playing huge sold-out shows in big arenas to dirty hippies strung out on Molly dancing to their sell-out music.

(This coming from a girl who once thought Cheese was the Big Kahuna!)

So do us all a favor, don't go see the Hot Buttered Rum String Band.

Thank you. And Amen.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Come back tomorrow.

Light posting today as I am insanely busy.

Contrary to what you might think, being the interviewer is just as exhausting as being the interviewee.

My head is spinning.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Seriously.....what a croc.

I've never quite understood the popularity of these shoes.

Quite frankly my darling, they're hideous.

As a garden shoe....OK. I'm sure they're great for slipping on and getting down and dirty in the wet soil (I almost want a pair for this very reason). Maybe as a boating shoe (their original purpose) they're also fabulous and functional.

But as a shoe, shoe? Ick. They're the quintessential example of people being blind fashion followers. Hasn't anyone ever stopped to ponder the fact that these shoes are absolutely--without a doubt--the most abhorrable sight to ever grace ones tootsies?!?

Well, aside from velcro sneakers?


My brother made me a hand-crafted wooden box of walnut and cherry with a little sliding top and velvet inside. A perfect trinket for hiding my special goods.

Lucy chewed it up last night.

Monday, July 25, 2005

A post about your typical stuff.

I am so boring. I feel like all I have to write about lately is the heat, being a lush and all my social goings-on, and my garden. (I really love the phrase "goings-on." It defies convention somehow).

Rest assured--things here in rosalicious' world are changing up a bit. The heat has subsided, hallelujah. We had a glorious storm yesterday that washed the earth clean, providing much needed rain to my precious garden (here I go again). I actually used my covers last night! EEEEE!!

Speaking of covers, my recent (love it!) purchase arrives today. It's a set of 400 thread-count sheets and a 600 thread-count smokey blue-colored duvet cover. What luxury! I am hoping that throwing some cash at my insomnia will do the trick.

The going-away (not to be confused with goings-on) party was a raging success. The theme was Mark and Sunya all the way. Their Mongolian wedding played on the DVD player, the party favor was a little bag with their picture inside, we raffled off framed pics of them, and everyone brought a "memento" in which to remember them by. Couple all this with rosalicious' red and white sangria, a keg of Budweiser, Irish Car Bombs, and tons of Bourbon and you've got the makings of (sniff, sniff) the perfect send-off. Gonna miss those guys. (Pictures pending).

The Sunday Hangover is really getting old, however. Sweating on the couch watching American Pie 2 and Orange County on Comedy Central (it's MTV when Kevin is at work...he forbids it when he's home) is not my idea of a good Sunday. Maybe to some, not to me.

My brother is due to arrive any minute. I haven't given much thought to how to entertain him. Well, I do know of one way. It involves an eighth. And Water World, though that's more for me than him.

And because it wouldn't be a real post without mentioning this again, my garden is currently BURSTING with 'maters. And in an unfortunate turn of events, the dogs at the party smushed all the lettuce. Poor, sad lettuce. You were tasty while you lasted.

Happy Monday, let's hope it's a great week. One that involves some sleep and some exercise.

Friday, July 22, 2005

Clean up your act.

Those of you who know me know what a stickler I am for cleanliness and organization. Well, it translates here at work. I just spent a good two hours purging and recycling! It feels so wonderful. Purging is better than any drug. OK, not that kind of purging. You know what I mean...

I think I clean so much because, well, I love the feeling I get when it's all done. Everything in it's place, all sparkling and spotless. I feel centered and together and ready to face the world. In college I never used to be able and sit down to write a paper unless the floors were vacuumed and the surfaces were dust-free. Even today, when I have to write something at work, everything on my desk is just so.

And I am actually so excited to go home after work today and clean for the big party! I know what you're thinking, who the hell cleans before a party when it will just get trashed again? I do, that's me. I am going to scrub the bathrooms, mow the grass, pull weeds, sweep the porches, arrange flowers, and make sure 3834 Lowell is in tip-top shape for some serious boozing and mayhem.

I hope you can make it.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

How to survive the heat.

Drink lots of water

Drink lots of pinot grigio and Mexican beer

Plan a big party

Eat pistachios

Go to the mall and buy size 6 pants.....SIZE 6 PANTS, PEOPLE! Woo hoo!

Invest in a baby pool and lie in it

Wear lots of sunscreen

Bitch about the heat to everyone you see

Take a really cold shower and immediately hop into bed naked

Commiserate with your friends in Las Vegas

Wear flip flops to work

Make a big salad for lunch

Wish for the beach

Jam out to "Gold Dust Woman" by Fleetwood Mac

Get teary-eyed about the dead cat dying/roasting in the neighbor's yard

Ice down your coffee

Moan about how ugly and flabby your arms are

Watch Seinfeld re-runs on TV

Rejoice that your car has AC

Be bummed that it uses up so much damn gas

Plan your day around your yard watering schedule

Read an US Weekly

Blame your lack of exercise on it

Get as close to a fan as possible

Check at least 5 times daily


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Turn it up.

Tonight's the night. Da-dum-da-dum.

We light the candles, put the sexy music on the stereo, pop champagne, kick the animals out and.....

crank up the AC, baby!

Dude, we're going for it. A month straight of 100-degree weather, uggh. Over it! Tonight we treat ourselves to a little AC.

And we might do it, too. Nothing screams DO ME NOW like a cool stream jetting out from the wall.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Invite, schminvite.

Tom Tancredo is an embarrassment to Colorado. I mean, I know we already have Bill Owens, who is bad enough...

In other embarrassing news, yesterday I was greeted to a wedding invitation in my mailbox, my name written on the front in handwriting akin to that of my nine year old sister's. Upon opening it, I see that it is not only addressed to me but to Rosie and......CHRIS?! Chris, who I haven't dated in over 5 years! For a grand total of 8 months.....8 wasted, terrible months I would NEVER care to repeat! I figure this has to be from someone who I haven't spoken to in a long, long time.

Nope. It's from my ex-boyfriend, who incidentally has asked for Kevin's name for the invitation at least twice. Honest mistake? You decide.

Needless to say, we're not going.

Monday, July 18, 2005

It's all about me today, people.

Here are some pictures from the weekend.
Yep, they're all of me. Deal with it.

Car shot
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.



Getting my daily dose of vitamins!

Hanging out at home in my bikini. Saturday was 102 degrees!

I think was old enough to be this kid's mother.

I think the look on my face confirms my martini state of mind. Looking good and perky, Jenn fools the camera.

Happy Monday!

Friday, July 15, 2005

Go get your weekend on.

Dragging ass today and blah blah blah. Went out last night with Kevin, Yoni, and Jenn, consumed four glasses of pinot grigio (that's, like, a bottle!), consequently slept really well, but now I'm....well, don't want to bring anyone down who's truly in that Friday/weekendy spirit.

Lots of work social goings-on this weekend. That's not usual to this crowd. Today is a birthday lunch, after work is a Friday afternoon happy hour, tomorrow a party.

Hope your weekend is full of cool breezes, a little rain, and shady spots in which to relax. That's what I'm hoping for.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Baby products are not meant to break the bank when you don't even have a baby.

Kevin will kill me when he reads this, but I dropped $70 on a baby gate yesterday. It is packable and is made of canvas and mesh. It's totally sporty and also came with a spiffy travel case, which I thought would be pretty clever if we were to take our little book-chewer to one of our fellow bibliophiles' houses.

When I get to the register at Target, the chick rings it up and I almost freak when my bill comes to almost $100! Instead of saying "No, I don't want that," I go ahead and buy it. I justify it on the way home, though. I do. I think of those cute little babies we will have some day and how it will eventually come in good use, and how it's almost like a piece of our outdoor gear....I mean, we certainly don't balk at spending that much on a trip to REI.

I stuff (hide) the receipt in my purse. When I get home I assign Kevin the task of assembling the new purchase. I make guacamole. I hear him mutter "this thing is a piece of shit" and I gasp. Is it really, baby? I better not have dropped $70 on a freaking faulty baby gate!

This morning I put Lucy in the kitchen behind the gate and damn if she didn't look just like the picture on the box of the forlorn little puppy peering out from behind the mesh. Once I get to work I think about that gate, pick up the phone and give Home Depot a ring, and 3 hours later I'm driving in my car home on my lunch break with a perfectly functional baby gate that cost $12.99.

So now I'm all hot and sweaty from driving all over town in search of the perfect, cheap baby gate. The moral of this story, if you're wondering, is that I hate shopping. I suck at it. I get frustrated and tired, make poor decisions, and usually return the shit I buy anyway.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Dear lovely readers.

Hey guys,

I am at a loss for blogging inspiration today. I guess there are a few points of interest...(and because somehow writing with bullet points is so much easier than trying to compose paragraphs of elegant and witty prose. Bullet points let me off the hook!)
  • I have been sleeping like shit lately. Between the recent heat (and being too cheap to turn on the central AC) and the side effects of my new medication, I have had a devil of a time with insomnia. Last night I slept decently, meaning I only woke up once.
  • I'm back on a diet. At the very least, I need to stop eating out so much. Like my sleeping patterns, the heat and meds are wreaking havoc on my appetite. I have none! It's wonderful. So why diet, you ask? All I am eating is junk. I did bring a nice salad for lunch today that I mostly grew myself. And some grilled veggies and tofu. Now that's what I'm talking about, yo.
  • I really, really need a backpacking trip. I need that dirty, exercised, centered feeling.
  • My little bro comes to visit in 2 weeks.
  • We're having a massive blowout on the 23rd for Mark and Sunya's going away. I am already fretting over the yard, decorations, food, and all that hostessing stuff I adore so much.
  • Lucy is back in the crate today. She ate 3 books yesterday while we were at work. I think my next tactic is a baby gate to the kitchen and leaving her in there and on the back porch.
  • I'm trying out a new Yoga class tomorrow. The last one I tried....well, the teacher sort of turned me off. A good teacher is essential.
  • We saw Ray LaMontagne on Monday night. He was awesome! Better than his album, for sure. For shizzle.
  • Our 2 netflix movies have been sitting on top of the TV for over 2 weeks! That's downright pitiful.
  • I haven't been on a run in 2 weeks. That's even more pitiful.
  • I'm currently reading this hilarious book called Autobiography of a Fat Bride.
  • I think Bush needs to fire Karl Rove.



Tuesday, July 12, 2005

(They didn't mention blogging.)

This article has it all wrong.

It's not wasting time or slacking off! In my case, it's called being productive and working efficiently! I think I could do everything my job required of me (and more!) and still have time left over.

Our culture states we have to work an 8-hour day, 40-hour week. I think if we all worked 6 hour days there would be a lot more love and a lot less waste.

Dilemmas in rental world.

We are having a bit of a problem with our housing situation right now.

Our landlord tells us she wants to increase our rent. So I tell her we want to look for another place. Then she tells me she didn't really declare a rent increase.


Now she says she wants to increase it PART of the time, and leave it normal the rest.


I am really not down with cutting a rent check and trying to remember if this is an A month or a B month. The problem is, our house is fabulous. We will be hard pressed to find something as nice. And seeing how picky I am with regards to cleanliess and style....

What to do.....what to do?

I should just think about buying a place, but I don't know how long we'll be in Denver and I really want to wait and buy a place with a certain someone else. I'm sure I would only be able to afford a shack in this city, anyway.

Monday, July 11, 2005


This weekend was crazy.

As is standard with me, I slept until 1:30 PM yesterday and consequently didn't sleep at all last night. Well, maybe a little. Enough to dream about something I can't remember. I will let you know what that was once this fog clears.

Saturday night was Heather's bachelorette party. True to form, we were all naughty, naughty girls......talking about naughty, naughty things. We ate some good grub (compared to the poor selection our male counterparts had for their bachelor party.....meat, meat, meat. Oh, and a tub of grocery store potato salad. YUM.), drank some cocktails, opened some racy gifts. Me, one of mine was a tube of "Mr. Thick Dick" penis-enhancing cream. We played some Jenga, drank some more, played another bachelorette game, drank some more, played the "Bethany Game." Then, you got it- drank some more. We went out to a strip club where- I'm not proud of this but find it pretty funny- I decided to hop on stage, pull off my tank top, swing it around my head a few times, gyrate my hips a little, and hop down.

I made approximately 2 bucks doing that.

In the course of all the madness I lost my cell phone. I just called it and to my surprise someone answered it. Apparently I left it on the bar at the strip club. So I have to go there after work and get it. Maybe I'll pop in for a quick lap dance.

Check out the pictures of the night HERE. Sorry, there are none of me and my boobies!

Friday, July 08, 2005

And you think you're having a fat day?

All I can say about this story is WOW.

OK, back to work.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Slow down and whatnot.

Despite the awful state of affairs across the big pond, life in rosalicious' world is pretty swell.

Albeit BUSY. As shit.

Yesterday evening, despite the HEAT (damn is HOT here!) Kev and I, along with Lucy and neighbor Alex (missing his lovely wife who unfortunately got held up at a press check), biked down to Sloan's Lake Park to have a picnic and listen to the Symphony.

We feasted on wine, berries, goat cheese, bread, bruschetta, chicken salad, pasta salad, and potato salad. And Mary Jane made an appearance, naturally. We're not that grown-up and sophisticated.

We witnessed a marriage proposal that was late (they missed the music) but very sweet. And also very public. I clapped and woo-hooed for them.

Lucy enjoyed pulling Kevin up the hill home on his bike. Her sled dog instincts kicked in. I huffed and puffed on my own bike to give her something to chase. Our dog is obviously not a pack leader.

This evening we have more summery fun at Jenn and Yoni's new house. It's in our neighborhood! I'm so excited!

Tomorrow Em comes down to hang out, Megan got a job (Go Lusty Lee!), and a night of trashy debauchery awaits for Heather's bachelorette party on Saturday night. I might be showing some boob (but swearing I am not going to drink too much and get sick and puke).

Hang on to your panties, kids. That's pootin' panties to you, Meggers.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

When are YOU guys getting married?

Sanders Wedding
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Ummmm, as soon as all you fucks get your weddings out of the way?

Sorry everyone who's getting married! I love weddings, I do! I am just sick of hearing that question, especially after this past wedding-central weekend. What if we never get married? What if we are content to live the rest of our lives like Goldie and Kurt? What if we'll never call each other anything more than girlfriend and boyfriend? (Actually we had a discussion recently about how those terms make the seriousness of our relationship much less than it really is. However, to say partner implies to some people that maybe you're gay. What is the proper terminology? Domestic lover?)

In all honesty, I do want to be a wife. I'm just not ready to be a bride. At least, not one of those brides. You know, maniacal....anal....bitchy....unable to enjoy the party.

When the time comes, and for everyone out there: I'M SURE IT WILL, y'all will all be married, with kids, leading these routine lives that married people lead....HA! Then in come Rose and Kev with the PARTY OF THE YEAR, and everyone will be able to make it since after all, everyone else's weddings will have passed....

OK, bring this up to me next year when we're engaged. Maybe you can give me the big ol' I TOLD YOU SO.

In any case, we had an awesome time up in Fort Collins and none of the brides were bitchy or maniacal. Everything was simply lovely. Check out the pictures from the weekend here.

I was the third caller, redux.

Just when you think the day couldn't get any worse, you up and win tickets to see this guy.


Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Happy Birthday Ludy-Doodle.

Yesterday, our little girl turned 2.

Lucy's B-day
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

We made sure she had a very special day.

We took her on a hike, a hike that included water. So she could swim, her favorite activity.

All day long we showered the birthday girl with kisses and hugs and pets. We didn't make her get on the leash unless she had to. She got to hang her head out the window FAR more than her Mom likes. She got spoiled. Daddy even said she could roll in all the poop she wanted, just because it was her special day!

After the hike, we took her to Petsmart so she could pick out her birthday present. She chose a minty-flavored bone and a bag of Greenies. Mom was really happy about all the dental-fresh-breath products!

Then to top it all off, she got FIREWORKS! Fireworks for being the best puppy in the whole wide world!

We love you little stinky poops!