My boys - Guinney Minney and Hefer-schnitzel

A couple pics of the furry felines...


Guinness demands a made bed each morning. Spoiled brat.


Hefeweisen likes to stare me down as I brush my teeth.

More than me

I'm becoming whole

I'm becoming healed

I'm becoming strong

I'm becoming wise

I'm becoming something beautiful to see

I'm becoming so much more than me

Lost and Found

MISSING:

My creativity.

Last seen January-ish.

Please contact kcterrilynn if found.

Reward.

Signs of spring

Via email today...

Dawn: This morning I was driving to work down Ward, listening to some good music on The Mountain when I heard a noise. At first I thought my truck was doing something weird, but then a Harley pulled up next to me and the mystery was solved. The man on the Harley looked at me and revved his engine. I couldn't tell what he looked like because he had a black skull cap on with a black face mask and yellow tinted sunglasses, but I can tell you he was hot. He had on a black leather Harley jacket and black leather chaps over his faded Levi jeans. Black motorcycle boots, of course. His bike was nothing fancy, just a black and silver roadster, but it was loud and he was having fun with it. I followed him onto I-70, but he sped up and I couldn't keep up.

kctl: Ahhh, Harley weather!!! The first sign of spring isn't the red robin, it's a HOG baby!!!

Silly old bear!

We got new soap in the breakroom at the office and everytime I wash my hands I'm reminded of...something. You know that weird feeling you get when a smell reminds you of something but you can't quite put your finger on it? That's the feeling I've had for the past week everytime I wash my hands (which is a lot! I wash my hands after touching almost anything...I'm weird like that). Anyway, this morning it finally hit me: Winnie the Pooh. The soap smell reminded me of Winnie the Pooh and my favorite book as a kid. It was a scratch and sniff book of Winnie and company lost in the woods. As you went through it, you could scratch and sniff pine trees, honey, rhubarb (in Rabbit's garden), a camp fire, honeysuckle, etc. The smell of the soap is the exact same as the honeysuckle in that book.

I feel better now. I'm going to go wash my hands and feel six years old again, if only for a minute.

Longing

Last night I thought of you as I was falling asleep.

Just like you said I would.

Damn it.

Tequila Sunrise

• Had a great time catching up with John and Paula. We hit Coors early for the short tour and then spent the afternoon hanging out in Golden. Saturday evening was dinner and several margaritas at The Rio downtown before heading out to go bowling. It was a blast. Unfortunately, Paula and I both suck at bowling, so the guys beat us like we stole something.
• The weather was simply goregous. Dare I hope spring is on the way?
• Sunday's date with Alex got pushed up to Friday night instead (dinner and drinks) but I had to cut it short so I could meet up with J & P. No biggie, we're getting together again Wednesday night.
• Tax refund is still in the bank account...minus a few hundred for weekend extravaganza.
• Date with Eric tomorrow night has to be postponed because he's going to Virginia for business. No matter, he'll be home in time to go to Boulder with us on Saturday for Dawn's birthday.
• Still loving the haircut and color...think David Bowie meets Sharon Stone.
• Waiting for 'come and get me' boots to arrive.
• Ditto on my Gap order.
• Still can't wait for Boulder on Saturday, the weather should be perfect for hanging out on Pearl Street before the game.

CONFIDENTIAL to Schmoopie: you know these other men are just a poor substitute for you; but what else is a girl to do when the guy she stalks lives two time-zones away?

Brass in pocket

Mish and mash:

• I'm getting my first official visitors! John and Paula are coming tonight for the weekend and I couldn't be more excited. I'm a little nervous about my tour-guide skills, but fear not, a great weekend will be had by all.
• The weather around here is starting to get back to normal...highs in the 50's all weekend.
• I have a date on Sunday (Alex).
• My tax refund finally hit my bank account today, whoo-to-tha-mother-effin'-hoo!!
• I have a date on Tuesday (Eric).
• Finally got the perfect haircut/color and I feel like a whole new girl.
• Found some great 'come and get me' boots on line...in my size and everything!
• Saved 20% on my fave Gap jeans.
• Looking forward to going to Boulder for some basketball next Saturday (also known as Black Saturday since Dawn turns the big 4-0).

Have a great weekend everyone!!

This moment brought to you by the movie "Office Space"

Bob: You see, what we're actually trying to do here is, we're trying to get a feel for how people spend their day at work... so, if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?

Peter: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh heh - and, uh, after that I just sorta space out for about an hour.

Bob: Uh? Space out?

Peter: Yeah, I just stare at my desk; but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch, too. I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.

Blah Blah Blah Happy Valentines Day-cakes

Whop-de-fucking-do, it's Valentine's Day. The day dreaded by singletons everywhere. Personally, I refuse to look at today as Valentine's Day, it's simply February 14th, the night we've got tickets to the KU/CU basketball game in Boulder. Yeah, baby! Can't beat some Big 12 action. The gang is meeting at 4, heading to The Sink for burgers and beers, then onto Allen Fieldhouse West to watch the Jayhawks. Can't ask for a better February 14th than that.

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

As seen at Guido's Nickel on Colfax

Don't think twice, it's alright

Why is it that life is so hard? I mean, as a kid you dream about being a grown-up and solving all life's problems. And as a grown-up, all you want to do is be a kid again and forget all life's problems. Why is it we're never satisfied with status quo and always think something else, somewhere else, someone else is the answer? Why is it so hard to be happy and satisfied with what we have and who we are? Do you suppose our parents and grandparents ever felt this way? Or is it something about our generation? We all seem to just be ungrateful for what we have. What the hell is wrong with us? When will we get to the point where we can stop looking ahead and enjoy where we are? Instead of wondering 'Is this it?' shouldn't we be exclaiming 'THIS is it!'?

Are we so jaded that we're missing out on the good stuff right in front of us? I hope not.

Blue on Black

night falls and I'm alone
skin, yeah chilled me to the bone
you turned and you ran
slipped, right from my hand

hey, blue on black
tears on a river
push on a shove
it don't mean much
joker on jack
match on a fire
cold on ice
a dead mans touch
whisper on a scream
doesn't change a thing
don't bring you back
blue on black
oh yeah, blue on black

blind, oh, now I see
truth, lies, and in between
wrong, can't be undone
oh slipped, from the tip of your tounge

Kenny Wayne Shepherd, "Blue on Black"

Sicky germs

kctl: Mommy I'm sick...and it's Kelly's fault. She found a way to pass her sicky germs 600 miles. That's just mean.

Sis: I don't know how I could be at fault...I still have all my sicky germs!! Sorry sis - your gonna have to find someone else to blame!!

kctl: You must have mutant sicky germs that mutate and are able to infect two people at once. You always were sneaky.

Sis: They'd have to be super mutant because I was over 1000 miles from you most of last week and I know I took them all with me!! Wasn't me. Nope, definitely not me.

COUGH COUGH **sicky germs aimed to the West**

kctl: Whatever...I'm still blaming you. I mean, isn't that what big sisters are for?

Sis: Bring it on ya big baby- I can take it.

kctl: I'm too tired to bring it. I'm drinking a gallon of Tylenol Cold when I get home tonight. That oughta knock me out.

Sis: You are such a baby when you are sick - get better so we can at least argue like real sisters should.

kctl: I know. Pathetic, isn't it? Mere's ignoring us. Doesn't she know I'm sick and require babying? *pouty face* Where's that mom radar?

Sis: She is probably sitting at her desk with her hands over her eyes going "la la la la la - I am not reading you!!!"

Mom - it's almost like we never moved out - just like old times - huh?

Mere: Don't tell anyone, but I've actually been working this morning and haven't had a chance to look at my e-mail.

Sis: WHATEVER! Senility must be setting in.

kctl: Ohhh, she's erasing your name as you speak!

Mere: Honey, in my case senility isn't setting in...it's laying down and getting real comfortable. Now where did I put my eraser??? Sorry you're sick Terri...do you have a cold or the flu? I'm typing this with my ruler so I can be as far away from the moniter as possible.

A gallon of Tylenol Cold ought to do something. Somehow I managed to avoid all the germs Kelly and the kids had, not sure how I did that.

kctl: Phew...I feel better already. Nothing like a little babying to make you feel better. It's just a nasty cold. Woke me out of a sound sleep this morning at 4. Colds suck.

You must be Teflon coated to avoid Kelly's super mutant germs! You can get close to your moniter, my germs are wimpy and babyish, just like me.

Sis: Terri - you are pathetic!! Just pathetic!!!

kctl: Yes. Yes I am. And I'm okay with that.

When the hell did I move to Fargo?!

It was 18 degrees below zero when I woke up this morning. I'm not kidding...it broke the previous Cold as all Fuck Record of -16 degrees set in 1996. So glad I could be here for this momentous occassion.

As of yesterday, it has snowed at least once every week for the past seven weeks. Some weeks we really hit the snow lottery and got three days of snow in a week. There are literally mountains of plowed snow in the parking lot that are over 10 feet tall. I can see the real Rockies from my office, thank you very much, no need for the 'miniature' version in the parking lots. I've heard that the longest time period that Denver had visible snow on the ground is 62 days...right now, we're on day 48 or some shit. I swear, we're going to have a White July 4th if this keeps up.

Old Man Winter can bite me.