Monday, October 31, 2005

What did you dress up as today?

Last year, for my 29th birthday, we had a "What Not to Wear" party. The fabulousness of this concept was that you didn't really have to "BE" just had to show up in something, well, something that you normally wouldn't wear. Something funky, something tacky, something freakish, something hick, something office-ish, something that your 85 year old grandma would wear.

Now, as we all know, today is Halloween. After much self-induced costume anxiety over the weekend, this is what I came up with:

Fallen Angel?
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

I am a goth bat chick. I am a sexy bat. I am a fallen angel. I am a studious bat angel. I am a hot bat chick. I am a dark angel with a lace problem. And my very favorite: I am a batty intellect who is fallen because I asked too many questions.

What do you think I am?

Gothic Bat Girl?
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

I don't like the titles that Halloween obliges you to create. I am hereby proclaiming today my own little "What Not to Wear" day. No characters, no explanations, no WHAT ARE YOU questions.

Just straight-up dress-up.

And I've always wanted to wear black eyeliner to work.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Exodus: movement of jah birthday girl.

Guess where we're going?


I and I get irie on my 30th birthday, mon.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Considering I haven't taken math since high school,

these results come as a bit of a surprise.

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Love me some...

old REM.

They rock.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005


Which costume idea do y'all like best?

A) Q-Tip

B) Carmen Miranda/Tropicana-fruit-on-the-head-woman

C) Deviled Egg (wear devil horns and carry devil fork, wear all white with yellow tummy).

D) None of the above. All of your ideas suck, rosalicious.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Birthday weekend breakdown.

30 came and went for the K-dog, so we ushered in 31 over the weekend with maturity, style, and grace.

Well, at least with style. Look at this birthday cutie:

Birthday Boy
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Kevin received the stylin' jeans in the photo from yours truly, as well as this Frommer's guide to the Yucatan peninsula. Note that he is drinking a Mexican beer! Gettin' in the spirit!
**UPDATE** Due to Hurricane Wilma, The Yucatan is now out of the question for a trip in January. Maybe the Dominican Republic?! I have to buy a new book!

Here's me:

Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

My hair looks so short (it's not)!

OK-allow me to back up a little. The birthday boy's saturday morning was greeted with coffee and the paper in bed. I whipped up a tasty breakfast of veggie scramble, veggie sausage, and whole wheat toast. Although I had fantasies of serving Kevin a little breaky in bed, he is most definitely not the lying around in bed type.

We whittled away the afternoon at the Highland Dog Festival, the dog-owner geeks we are. Lucy got a pedicure and many treats, and we got margaritas and cactus tacos. Have you ever had a cactus taco? YUM! The Reals played, and were awesome, per usual.

Next, we went to dinner. Here we are, hungry for some latin-asian fusion!

we are hot!
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

We went to Zengo, a hip new(ish) restaurant in Riverfront Park. You know, a place where the beautiful people go! Our waitress was a girl I recognized from blogging. I felt it would be a little too nerdy in such a chi-chi environs to broach the subject, so I let it be my own little secret.

This is what we drank: guava-strawberry-sake cocktail ($9!!!), beer, bottle of sake, 2 glasses of pinot grigio.

This is what we ate: ceviche, potstickers, won ton tacos, seared tuna salad, mahi-mahi. It was all so much yummier and fancier than I just described it. Forgive me.

This is what Kevin would not let me do: tell them it was his birthday. Seriously! You should have seen the free birthday delight (or I'm assuming it's free....maybe not) had a sparkler on it!

This is what we paid for the whole shebang: I'm not going to be so tacky. But it was really spendy.

After dinner, we went to a lovely couple's house for a par-tay, in Sunya's honor. Kevin was greatly outnumbered by the ladies, so he left early. But not without a few customary birthday irish-car bombs....because after all, we all know Kevin is a leprechaun in Forest Service clothing! I myself had too much red wine.

And that, my friends, is what birthdays should be made of.



Friday, October 21, 2005


Been a busy week, y'all. I've had a lunch engagement everyday this week. This is not boding well with my diet, nor with my savings strategy. We're really going to do it, we're really going to Mexico for my birthday! Whipppeeee! We are seriously hoping this Wilma hurricane brings down rates. We're hitting up a travel agency tomorrow to see what they can do for us...I'm tired of looking and comparing prices on a bazillion different websites and I just want someone to do the work for me. What else? I'm sneezy and tired and have no energy today. Drank some Emergen-C. I've been productive at work all week until now. I deserve a little break. I drank a lot of champagne on Tuesday night. Went to Yoga yesterday. Kevin's birthday is tomorrow. Tonight I want to bundle with my loves and drink soup and watch movies and eat popcorn. Did I say diet? That means no refined carbs, basically. That's all you need to omit to make things right. I know this is one big paragraph and I don't normally write like this but it's stream of thought and sometimes it feels quite nice to let it all out in one big chunk. Mom called the other night and on her message she called me Rosalicious. Is she reading this blog? Lord, my mom is chill but there is still that icky feeling of one's mom reading one's diary. She also said she had news. News in my family has never been anything to get excited about, but it must not be too bad because she hasn't called back and I haven't had the time to call her. I hate when people call you with bad news at work. I have been so bad lately at getting back in touch with people. I used to be so good. I hate talking on the phone. I'm back from lunch now, with Shar, at Wild Oats. She bought me lunch. AND a book. I bought her a spiced pumpkin latte. I'm drinking mine, non-fat with whipped cream. Oh the hypocrisy! It's wet and dreary out, and I'm wearing a cream colored sweater that you can see my nipples through. The good thing is that this moisture makes my hair look good. We're going to Northern VA in 2 weeks. I can't wait for Kevin to meet my Aunt Linda and see where I went to school. He's also going to get to meet some people from college. Most of the weddings we've been to recently have been his friends, so now it's my turn! Nobody is in the office today and I want to sneak out. Maybe I'll just spread some papers around and look like I'm working. Then I will catch up on all my news, gossip, and blog reading. I promise next time that I will have something more digestible to read and if you have made it this far, thank you. And I love you.

Thursday, October 20, 2005


I run, but sometimes I smoke on the weekends.

I hate fast food, but I will eat a salad from Wendy's.

I hate a hangover, but I will still go out and get snockered.

I don't climb, but I wear climbing clothes to yoga and out around town.

I am an advocate for public transportation, but I drive to work.

I hate Wal-Mart, but I shop at Target.

I recycle, but I use paper towels.

I bitch about getting fat, but I eat cheese fries and nachos.

I tell people to go to therapy, but I myself am not in it.

I love trees, but I don't always print on both sides of my scrap office paper.

I get sunburned, but I still lay out in the sun.

I hate the dentist, but I don't floss everyday.

I have gas, but I still haven't gotten any Beano.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Monday equations.

searching for trips to mexico online = romantic daydreaming!

girl I don't really care for getting fat = smug secret glee!

dog in the house = broken wine glasses!

wanting a salad for lunch = 2 slices of greasy fattening pizza!

gas = beano!

bad hair = salon appointment!

elizabethtown = not as bad a movie as everyone says!

"boy howdy" = the weirdest phrase I've ever heard!

mondays = laguna beach on mtv!

Sunday, October 16, 2005

My Saturday, in pictures.

First, as is customary, I cleaned. Look at the oh-so-tidy TV room:

TV Room
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

I played with Lu-Bird in the yard:

Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

I potted some plants for my office at work:

Office re-pots
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

This is the fall Colorado sky and the tree in our front yard:

autumn tree
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

I bought two jumbo punkins for carving:

Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

This is my new orchid. Isn't it breathtaking?

gorgeous orchid
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

I made flower arrangements:

flower arrangement
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Another arrangement I made:

flowers- i did!
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Despite the recent snowstorm, my garden still grows:

red pepper
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Tomatoes are STILL coming in:

roma tomatoes
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

For dinner I made kale bruschetta, stuffed zucchini, and tomato and basil bisque. It was the perfect fall meal:

saturday night dinner
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Afer all this, I was in bed by 10. Viva la hangover-free Sunday!

Friday, October 14, 2005

What's one of the worst ways to stick your foot in your mouth?

Last night in yoga we spent an extraordinarily long time at the end of class in legs-up-the-wall pose. Thursday night's class is always more restorative and so this wasn't surprising. Eyebags were brought out and we nestled our buns up against the wall and settled in for 10 minutes.

Now, I absloutely LOVE savasana, but I can't say I'm a big fan of legs-up-the-wall. My feet fell asleep and got really cold and all I could think about was how I would so much rather be lying flat. I could have brought my feet down, really. But since this pose is supposed to be so good for your heart and for your system in general, I didn't want to give up.

I'm not so much a fan of the eyebag either. As soon as I removed mine, after 10 minutes of it lying flat and heavy on my eyelids, my eyesight was so blurry I could hardly see. I wondered if anyone else had this issue--certainly, it seemed from the groans of delight, not in my class.

After tucking my blanket away in its spot on the props shelf, I made my way out of the studio. Sitting at a table near the door, a woman who I had never seen before at any of our classes smiled at me familiarly and appeared as if she were about to say something. She was very thin, but very muscular--you know, your typical yoga body. She was also very gentle and soft--you know, your typical yoga personality.

I sort of stopped and smiled as she mumbled something through her smile. I looked at her quizzically, tilting my head to the side.

"Are you, um, where, um, where will you be having the baby?"

The baby!?!

"What baby?" I asked sweetly, inwardly mortified.

She sort of furrowed her brow and patted my tummy.

"Wait, I, um, I'm terribly sorry. I can't see very well."

"Oh that's OK..." I stammered. "I can't either."

That eyebag!

"No, I mean I'm disabled. I'm legally blind."

"Oh that's OK, really." I swooshed my hand like it was nothing and hurried out to my car, not knowing what else to say.

Now, you're probably thinking this is your typical embarrassing foot-in-the-mouth story about me now having a big complex because someone saw my fat tummy and thought I was pregnant.

That's not it at all.

There actually was a pregnant woman in class last night. We were both wearing similar outfits--green tank tops, long black yoga pants-- and we were both about the same age with our light hair pulled back in a clip.

It was an honest mistake.

I just find it funny because the moment was so awkardly misunderstood, me saying I couldn't see when she really couldn't see, and the fact that I have always been so self-concious of my roley-poley tummy and didn't at all feel like she was making a comment on my chub.

I also hope she didn't feel too bad, because we all know one of the worst things you can say to someone is to ask when the baby's due when, in fact, there is no baby.

As I told my friend at lunch today, let's hope she's not some sort of clairvoyant. Because that would be freaky.

Morning snuggles.

This is the cuddle-fest I have to tear myself away from every morning:

sleeping cuties
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Thoughts of 30: more and more.

God, I'm feeling so OLD.

Last night at the show, I could barely down 2 beers and thoughts of crisp cool sheets and our fluffy down comforter were more pervasive than thoughts of Jay Farrar's unique-sounding voice. We were out of there by 11:30.

I can't do it anymore, the going-out-during-the-week thing. It wrecks me the next day! Today is basically a wash because I'm so tired. I keep promising myself a healthy night's sleep tonight so I'll be super productive tomorrow.

I'm procrastinating. I don't know how I'll make it through the day. I can't wait until I get home, where I will watch a bad movie (one starring J-Lo, no less)on Netflix in PEACE because Kevin is in class and won't be around to offer running commentary on how cheesy the movie is. I am going to eat a frozen pizza with fresh spinach and have a hot soak and a glass of pinot noir.

I need to go for a run. Being tired makes me want to eat. I'm getting fat. I can't sit here any longer. I never seem to get enough sleep. I never pack my lunch anymore. I couldn't find my mascara this morning and ripped apart the bathroom in frustration. My house is a total mess.

How do people do it?

Last night at the show I felt so 30s. Everyone there was in their 30s. It was nice. I felt like we belonged with all those Subaru Outback-driving, Patagonia-wearing professional thirty-something Boulderites. Nary a dirty hippie CU frat scum among them. Nobody cared that we weren't drunk or just wanted to sit and chill and listen. Everyone there was doing the same damn thing! (In other words, no birthday snocker....but that's OK. And no ciggies for me either--I'm turning over a leaf I've turned over many times before.)

Speaking of 30s, today is Jessica Emmitt's 30th Birthday! As this guy in our office put it....29 was just fine but 30....thirty will be DIRTY. RRRRARRRHHH!

Hope you're having a great one, chica.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Early celebrating.

While Kev does not turn the big 31 until next week, we're starting early on the birthday throwin' down.

Get this: I was this close to buying us tickets to see Son Volt tonight in Boulder as one of Kevin's birthday gifts. For some reason I hemmed and hawed and twiddled my lovely thumbs and finally decided it wasn't happening. Not that we don't absolutely LOVE Jay Farrar, it's just that it's a weeknight and everything. You know how that goes....

BUT. The lucky little rosalicious that I am WON tickets to the show yesterday.

So we're going! For free! And I'm pretty happy.

Kevin's pretty happy too- he's getting his birthday snocker on.

Me? I am going to be the good DD. Especially considering one of the last times we were in Boulder for a show I got pulled over for a DUI. (But didn't get one....I was wasted, but refused a breathalizer and instead passed the roadside test with flying colors. I don't recommend this choice unless you are really really good at your balancing act.)

Monday, October 10, 2005

Lucy: Pet of the Year

(Note: Last week you'll recall that I submitted Lucy for Pet of the Week. Well, she won Pet of the YEAR. Below is the picture and story that featured our little precious punkin eater for the cutie pie she is!)

lucy backpacking
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

My full name is Lucy Fela Turner McDermott, but I can’t tell you the last time I was called that. My parents never even call me just Lucy. It’s always stinky-poopy-punkin-something or other; and stupid names having to do with birds and bunnies and doodles, whatever those are.

Even though I think my mom and dad are, like, really weird, I still wag my tail and jump all around like I am totally digging their baby talk. I mean, how else are they gonna keep giving me all those cool treats and the doggie stuff I totally love? Let me tell you, those peanut butter-filled Kongs I get every morning are enough to lick my daddy’s toes three times over! I so, like, don’t care what I have to do to be cute—as long as I get my goods!

Right now I’m so totally into the runs I take with mom (she insists on running with me to the dog park and sometimes she acts really uncool there and I get embarrassed in front of the cute boys) and the hikes I take with my dad. Dad works for the Forest Service and gets to drive a really big truck. That’s so rad! I hope I can take me and all my friends to prom in it.

A little more about me- I’m 2.3 in dog years, so that’s like 16 in people years. Mom says at this age I give her “a run for her money”. Not sure what that means, but she’s always saying weird stuff like that. She also claims I give her “cute attacks.” Hey, whatever, dude--it gets me what I want! Once there was this collar at Old Navy that I really wanted—it was light blue and said “I Love Snow” on it. Well, all I did was give mom one of those “cute attacks” and the collar was mine!

Oh yeah, I have one older brother- Hendrix. He’s a pretty big guy—18.5 lbs, which I hear is a lot for a cat. I love having an older brother. He totally looks out for me and hooks me up with his food. I’ve learned a lot from him—like how to successfully wake mom and dad up in the middle of the night to go outside without them getting mad and how to get mom and dad let me get on the couch. Hendrix rocks.

Anyway, I hope you will pick me for pet of the week next time. Mom says it will look really good on my college applications.

Sunday, October 09, 2005


I can't believe it.

Denver is supposed to get snow tonight. SNOW! And lots of it!

Today has been spent in Sunday fall coziness, and we're getting ready. For winter.

All the plants from the porch (Oh, the lush plant-filled front porch! How I will miss thee!) have found new homes indoors.

Kevin is downstairs wrestling with that heinous shrink plastic that covers your windows (Aesthetics?! With 30% rate hikes in gas this year who the fuck cares about aesthetics? OK, I do. A little.)

I just took a steamy hot bath with a glass of wine.

I'm craving Mikey's creamy pasta with bread and butter and hot soup and a carafe of ruby-colored Chianti.

The Broncos game is humming in the background.

I'm also craving Chili, with minced onions and sour cream and melted cheese.

I'm nestled in my Mongolian slippers, compliments of Sunya.

I'm wearing Crest Whitestrips and a patch on my Plantar's wart.

Hendrix is giving Lucy a bath on the floor.

It's time for pumpkins, corduroy, wool socks.

Funny how it comes, and so fast.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Treatin' meself right.

I'm leaving at lunch today.

I'm going to go home, go for a run, drink wine, make pesto, and watch Oprah.

Then I am going to take a newly purchased Omega-3 complex, work on making a healthy dinner, and get to bed early with my Yoga Journal.

Tomorrow night is when I get wild.

Happy weekend!

Thursday, October 06, 2005


It's 8:30 PM and I am at work. I am about to go crazy....our computer system has serious issues and these kids tonight seem to be really inept at thinking for themselves.

"Someone said no. What do I put down?"

Yup, that right there about sums it up.

I am SO ready for the weekend.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

I interrupt this anti-government-conservative-sounding diatribe to bring you this:

Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are expecting a baby.

C & D: Good in theory, impossible in practice.

While politics are not your typical rosalicious fare, I do take a surpising stance on 2 controversial ballot measures up for vote here in Colorado in November.

Essentially, Referenda C & D allow the state of Colorado to keep more of our tax money, specifically for use in the areas of higher education, health care, and transportation. C & D lift spending limits on TABOR (the TAxpayer's Bill of Rights)that previously put a cap on big government spending.

Sounds like something I'd be totally down with, right?

I'm thinking of voting against it.

Make no mistake: I am a self-proclaimed left-wing liberal through and through. I definitely lean in a socialist direction and truly believe that healthcare and education should be thoroughly funded by government. I would also never mind paying more in taxes just so these services could be made available to everyone.

Ok, so you're probably wondering (if you haven't stopped reading this post yet)... why the big NO vote on C & D?

Well, besides the fact that I have to see Gov'r Bill Owens' shiny, schmarmy mug on every PRO C & D ad, I am apt to see these measures as a big ol' waste of our money. In fact, Colorado has continually been wasting our money- hence, the big "budget crisis" and the call for taxpayers to pony up more money.

(Now if that didn't sound Republican! SHUDDER!)

Let it be known again that I, personally, have no beef with getting shorted on my tax return for the next 5 years. Hell, I hardly ever get any state refund anyway. And as I've already mentioned, I am more than happy to fund healthcare, and education especially, with my tax money.

No, my problems with these measures boil down to the fact that our government has up until now had its priorities all wrong. Wasteful spending has found the government in this position, and now they're appealing to us liberals to help bail them out. All of the sudden there's no money to pave roads and keep college tuition from going through the roof? Well, they should have thought of that while they were spending $572 on an oil change! (See the Independence Institute website for references)

Further, how can we be sure that the government isn't going to take existing funds from healthcare and education, apply them elsewhere, and replace those funds with C & D revenue? That would leave those areas as underfunded as before!

And from my perspective working in the development office at a Univeristy, tuition rates are going up whether C & D pass or not. The state of education in Colorado is in shambles right now. The amount of money C & D will funnel into higher ed really isn't going to amount to a hell of a lot.

The scare tactics being used to promote C & D are meant to appeal to people exactly like me, people who believe in the importance of education, public transportation, and government subsidized healthcare. A liberal. A hippie-tree hugging liberal.

Admittedly, I have a basic distrust in government right now, and rightfully so (look at who's running the show in this country). I feel like we're always being told one thing, with the exact opposite being done. That's the same with C & D: the government wants to make up for its irresponsible spending with OUR money. But will they? Will we truly see improvements should C & D pass? I am prone to think not.

What some are some other solutions, you ask the conservative in liberal's clothing? How about lobbying the f'ing HEALTHCARE INDUSTRY for more affordable services?! How about promoting public transportation so more people use it, lessening the need for more road repair? How about simply SPENDING LESS ON POINTLESS SHIT AND USING THAT MONEY WHERE WE NEED IT MOST?

Politics, man, politics.

Herein lies my motto-

C & D: I ain't buying it.

But I would feel like a traitor if I didn't vote for it.

What's a girl to do?

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

To all my jewish friends--

Happpy Rosh Hashanah!

(Here's looking at you Sarah and Yoni.)

And if someone could please enlighten me as to how I'm really suppose to wish one well on this Jewish holiday, that would be great. Thanks.

Monday, October 03, 2005

I now pronounce you...

Mr. and Mrs. Chris and Emily Caldwell (Uh, I mean Crawford**)!

em and crawford
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

bride and groom!
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

beautiful bride
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

em and crawford
Originally uploaded by Rosalicious.

**Back in college I was wasted one night--surprise, surprise--and kept calling Chris Crawford Chris Caldwell, which is Emily's last name. OK, OK...I know only Emily will find this memory funny. But let's just say FORESHADOWING, shall we?

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Alas, what remained of my weekend.

I am out of.....

Huh. I really need to jump back on the health train. My tummy is pudging up, I am on the verge of a cold each morning, and all I feel like doing is lying around. I don't do "lying around" very well.

What the F is my problem?!?

In other news- and because who wants to hear me bitch about the same old shit- I had a one-day weekend. Granted, I didn't work on Thursday, but being "sick" doesn't count as a day off. (Besides, all I did was recover from Em and Crawford's party and gorge myself on Oprah).

Friday night Kev and I had a brief dinner out and a brief walk with Lucy to Safeway. As you may have guessed, I worked all day yesterday doing a training. Eight hours of talking, eight hours of acting/role-playing. I was a total ham and everyone thought I was so totally funny, which- ahem - I was. Ego-boosts: love 'em!

Last night I made homemade guacamole with fresh mint, pico de gallo, a grilled zucchini, corn, and black bean salad, and fish tacos. I so felt like one of those multi-tasking wives, coming home from a long day of work only to throw together an impeccable dinner party. We had Shar and Alex over....after which we went to a party....well, what remained of one. We were the last ones there, but I'm sure we livened it right on up. Or so we would like to think.

Today was as perfect as a Sunday could be, albeit a mild wine hangover. (NOTE TO SELF: the hangovers have got to cease....immediately. Errr, for the time being.)Kevin and I rode our bikes to breakfast, put the "hurtin' on" (as we like to call stuffing one's stomach after a night of drinking), came home and relaxed and read the Sunday paper. K got a little "halftime action" during the Broncos game and then we went and played golf. I really started pulling out some good hits there towards the end.

Now here I am, stuffed with leftovers and feeling totally boring and writing a totally boring post. That's what Sundays are for, I suppose. And for watching Desperate Housewives.