Last weekend’s limo ride and outing.

The boys in the limo…testing it out for us. Jack and Zach.

Me and my handsome hubby!

Thanks to my strategic location far away from everything in a remote suburb of Denver, I have had limited exposure to the Democratic convention. (The heart of it, anyway.)

There are several theories going around this week that the extra traffic is just causing insane driving among everyone, not just the imported Democrats.

My teacher said that on Tuesday when she was puttering around on her cross-Denver errands, she witnessed three ambulance-to-the-scenes, car crashes. Today on my way to work, a major intersection was closed due to a pedestrian death and it took me an hour and a half to get less than 20 miles. Tonight, they close I-25 at 5:00 p.m. for the Obamanation at Invesco Field. The chaos will probably migrate to the suburbs and affect my drive home.

You know that your life has gotten pretty dull when your main conversation is about your commute and how it sucks. Ten years ago, I would have rectified that problem with an after work drink at a hip little bar. Now, not so much.

This election has gone on and on and on, like a G-force carnival ride on the last day in town. The carney running the ride has let the once exciting ride endure to the point of nausea. Just end it all ready! I know you think I’m thinking “Extra time, more fun and extra excitement!” Really I’m just trying not to barf.

My college roomate and his wife’s little girls. She’s a photographer and a good one! I love this picture.

This is week three of the “going back to school” thing. Already, I  feel like a slacker. Particularly, with the diet. I’ve put about five pounds back on and have to reel it in.

So far, the first three weeks have been good. It’s nice. These first classes transition back into school and not throw you into a complicated class.

In addition to school I’ve been celebrating milestones. Zach moved out of the Bear Cubs class and into the Prairie Dogs. He is no longer in the same class as his first amore, Abby, but it is nice be rid of the moans and sighs of Patsy. (Who retired from the class this year! One year too late…)

My in-laws celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary in high style with a trip to a fancy Cherry Creek resturant in a stretch limo. Lucky for my husband and I, we were invited and enjoyed a delightful adult evening. Thanks to the Democratic convention my husband was able to get a photo op from James Carville.

Oooh la, la! True celebrity! He even wore sunglasses at night. How Corey Hart of him! 

Part of those five pounds are due to heaven on a plate Gnocci. Worth every salad, baby!

I’ve had a cold this week. Is there anything worse than a wintertime cold when the weather is 90 degrees? I think not.

I’ve been pumping myself full of cold medicine which gives the illusion of wellness; the symptoms are the same but suddenly you have all this energy. Although, I still have no focus, I’m moody and congested. At night I pump myself full of nighttime medication and sleep the sleep of one in a deep coma. Of course, my dreams are the best thing that could happen to me and my body refuses to wake up.

If we were in a nice, healthy, socialist country in Europe, we all could take the day or two our bodies need to rest and recoup without the artificial wellness intervention. As it is, being in this capitalistic country, our employers would rather have a doped up warm body than no body at all.

I for one, am waiting for the day when my position is replaced by a computer. You can’t say “replaced by a chimp” anymore because of PETA. That would be animal cruelty.

The Boss walked into the office one morning not knowing his zipper was down and his fly area wide open. His assistant walked up to him and
said, ”This morning when you left your house, did you close your garage
door?”
The boss told her he knew he’d closed the garage door, and walked into his office puzzled by the question.
As he finished his paperwork, he suddenly noticed his fly was open, and zipped it up. He then understood his assistant’s question about his “garage door.”
He headed out for a cup of coffee and paused by her desk to ask, “When my garage door was open, did you see my Hummer parked in there?” She smiled and said, “No, I didn’t. All I saw was an old mini van with two flat tires.”

To look up and listen to Billboard’s #1 song on a specific date in history, select a month to the left.What was the #1 song on …
 - The day you were born?
 - The day you graduated from high school?
 - The day you were married?
 - The day your child was born?
 - The approximate date you were conceived?

My sister sent me this link. It’s quite funny. The #1 song when she was born was “Physical” by Olivia Newton-John (poor thing could never get away from Olivia after that because of my fanatical interest.) The number one song when I was born was “The Loco-Motion” by Grand Funk. My husband’s was “Boogie Man” by KC and The Sunshine Band and Zach’s was “Promiscuous” by Nelly Fuertado.

It’s very entertaining.