My sister is a riot. And has a really crappy sense of time zones. Kel, when it's 7 in Toronto, it's FIVE in Denver ( Read more... )

I've been sick the past week - like crappy flu sick. I hate hate hate being sick. I can't keep a constant temperature, I can't keep food in me, and I think I've lost like 10 pounds ( Read more... )

No one should be up this early. Ever. And at an airport. I'm all checked in and I have some time to kill. Coffee isn't cutting it. Flying to Toronto should not be this hard. Gone for two, back on Thursday just in time to leave again. But I get to see the boys and get some great time away from the city after that. It's worth it ( Read more... )

Blake and I are starting a league. But we need some players (or at the very least, someone to park in net for shinny - the squirrels of Denver would appreciate it. Local preferable, and not wearing a cast). Any interested parties, see me or Rob.

This is what happens when I stall. The boxes that were in my car on Monday (that were going to be mailed but for the post being closed)... just got mailed today. Jen called and wondered if I had done it. Nolan's bear was in one of the boxes and he wanted it. I can be such a fuck up ( Read more... )

Damnit, why did I not pay attention to the fact that today is a holiday? I lugged all 9 boxes to the post office (found great parking) only to find them CLOSED!

I guess starting over isn't that unusual. But I have to now. Jen and I are officially done. Things haven't been good for us in a long time. We fought over ever little thing we could. She's no more to blame than me. It was killing Callan and Nolan, and since neither Jen nor I are big fans of the idea of 'staying together for the kids' we went ( Read more... )