Confused in more than one way …
Author Archives: Lib
I Went to a Psychic
My big sis took me to Ace Gilletts Lounge in old town Fort Collins to meet her friends Diane and Stephanie (great girls!)
Cool chicks
Ace Gilletts was designed to have a little of that old speakeasy flair. It was cozy. I dug the vibe. I drank Milk and Honey (excellent, by the way, I highly recommend), and we ordered a few apps. As we got to talking one thing led to another and my sister and I left the bar with a recommendation for an excellent local psychic.
This is what I pictured.
Total-Take-Back: Virgin Pie Maker
First time ever making a pie was tonight.
Crust? From scratch!
Something seemed off…
Filling? Libby’s, of course!
Better than I thought.
Finale?
“Tastes like a bird shit in my mouth!” said my husband. I agreed.
Apparently pie’s not my thing. Total-Take-Back.
Like Peas And Carrots
Throw-Back Monday (because I love alliteration)
Have you ever had a moment with someone that was so special you just knew you were the kind of kindred spirits that would be joined at the hip for the rest of your life? Like peas and carrots. I had that moment not too long ago. Continue reading
Head Games
Pre-Thanksgiving tradition: Clifford and I drive an hour away to a family farm in northern Georgia to get our Christmas tree every year. We do this because as a Hoosier at heart, I believe Christmas trees are meant to be sought and chopped. None of these pre-cuts from a commercial lot. One needs to work to find his perfect match. You have to sift through the masses, scrutinize your selection from all sides, take a moment to compare it to its surrounding mates, nitpick its flaws and then when you’ve finally found the right one, tear it down. A lot like dating, actually. I love it. Clifford hates it, but that’s par for the course.
In a nutshell – we came.
Tree Farm
We Saw.
The One
And then Rockefeller Center landed in our living room.
Rockefeller Center
But that wasn’t the best part! This year’s annual expedition to the backwoods of our fine state brought an even bigger smile to my face. What began as an inside joke had finally taken root the way it was always meant to do. Continue reading
I Bought Darth Vader A Shandy
My first addition of Throw-Back Monday (because I love alliteration). Enjoy!
So I hung out with Darth Vader. For over three hours. He called me “his little friend”. I bought him a shandy, an actual shandy. He’s British. I think it’s a thing there. So yeah, not to be confused with the VOICE of Darth Vader, the great James Earl Jones, I am talking about the former Mr. Universe, Dave Prowse. The ACTUAL Darth Vader.
Drinking A Shandy
Denying Thy Rut
My 34th was approaching and I was conversing with my best friend Chelle.
Best Friend
As we discussed our daily lives and our general lots in life, we found, as many our age do, that we had both fallen into ruts. Rather easy, somewhat anti-social, exceptionally dull ruts. With another birthday on the horizon, I had to stop and assess – I used to have fun. I used to BE fun. So what the hell has happened to me?
Me
