Take a Walk

On of my absolute favorite things to do in the world is walk around. That sounds pretty lame when said out loud, but it's true. I love just wandering around cities or parks and watching people go about their daily life, taking in pretty sites, and just moving my legs so I feel tired at the end of it all.

Mike and I take long walks almost every weekend since we've moved to Denver and usually punctuate our power walking with stops into breweries. When in Denver.

The other weekend, we left the house at 9:00am, met some friends for brunch and then walked around Rhino until we got home at 6:00pm, stopping to take photos, admire the murals around us, and to of course drink plenty of beer.

And some crappy phone pics to round us out

Fun fact: I made Mike run up the stairs to this bridge because drunk cardio is the best cardio, I say.

Alone Time

**This was originally written on October 22nd of 2016 and I'm not sure why I never posted it. So here it is...

I should not be left home alone.

This is the lesson learned so far this weekend.

Mike's past trips have been during the week, so I've had to work and take care of the dogs and my schedule has been busy and tiring.

But this time, I'm just home. No work to do, no errands to run, just time to be in my head and bored and lonely and it is not great.

I should not be allowed to have this much time to think or be in my own head. My head is a dangerous place.

Especially since I've been on clomid and am hormonal and going through ridiculous emotional struggles and fighting battles I can't even give names to.

So, I go for walks with or without the pups. I devour the book I am currently reading because it is so so good and so so sad (A Little Life). I eat food I normally wouldn't because that is what sad girls do and because Mike is not here to judge me. I drink Sierra Nevada Pale Ale because it gives me a buzz and because it makes me happy because, Chico and sad because, Chico. I watch stupid movies. I catch up on work. I cry. I sit on my patio and listen to the song that I know will make me break down until I have to run into the living room and kneel on the floor and sob and shake. I sing Smash songs too loud for my neighbors' happiness, I'm sure. I edit Mike's photos and post blogs with them. I obsessively check my emails and Instagram.

It sounds bad and sad, but it's also nice to not be stressed out about work. To be quiet and let my body and my mind relax (a little). I am ON all the time during the week. Work is hours of stress and anxiety and frustration and then all weekend is busy with Mike and all the things we plan, that I turn it off so rarely. So, I'm trying to embrace it.

I have to note, aside from the depressing tone of this blog, I find it pretty funny that so far, I have watched: a few episodes of Outlander season 2, How to Be Single, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Hamilton's America on PBS, and Definitely, Maybe.

I also ate way too much pizza for lunch.

I need a life.

And Mike to come home.

Pretty Things

After a few days with his friend who is an awesome and voracious photographer, Mike has been newly inspired to pick up our camera and try out some new shots.

The first shots are from the green space near our house and I have no idea when he took these, if I'm being honest. But I could look at photos of that space all day; it's one of my new favorite places in the world and I feel so lucky that it's a short walk from where I live.

The second set are by far my favorite photos Mike has ever taken. He ventured out, after dropping me off for work one morning to catch the sunrise and they turned out just gorgeous.

Colorado in the Fall is magic.  That is all.

A Day at the Zoo

(Hey look at that, I'm blogging! I'm not dead! No one cares.)

I love the zoo. I think I may love going to the zoo more than little kids do. It puts me in such a good mood just seeing animals. We had a weekend off recently where we didn't have anything too exciting going on, so I convinced Mike to take me to the zoo. We walked around for about 3 hours with me squealing like an obnoxious child the whole time.

I have nothing poignant to say, I just really like the zoo and here are some photos.

Every photo of this guy was blurry because he was moving so fast, but I had to include him because he's creepy and cool.

If I could pet any animal at the zoo, it would be this rhino. He has such a sweet, old face and he was snoring so hard, the grass was blowing under his nose.