Wise Words.

Hello, friends!  Yesterday, I took my six-year-old cousin to Boondocks Fun Center.  For my Indiana people, it’s like a Great Times.  There’s an arcade indoors, along with laser tag and a bowling alley, and the outside area has go-karts and bumper boats.

As a kid, I loved these places – my 12th birthday was at Great Times.  [This was also the birthday my parents allowed me to get cornrows.  At the mall.  In case y’all didn’t know, I am Caucasian and blonde.  It was not my best look.]  As an adult, this “fun center” gives me a new level of empathy for my mom when I used to drag her into Abercrombie – there’s music blaring, and teenagers are everywhere.

Despite the sensory overload, I was struck by something my little cousin said soon after we arrived.  He was basically doing laps around the arcade but not playing any games.  He finally paused, looked up with his concerned little face, and said, “there’s just too much fun here.  I don’t know where to start!”

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to move through life that way?  Absolutely amazed at all the cool stuff around you?

Life has plenty of sad and difficult stuff, but I’m going to try to focus on the fun stuff.  Thankfully, Colorado makes that pretty easy.

CO landscape


Brief Update.

Hi friends!  As Spring arrives in Colorado, it brings warm sunny days, light breezes, and the urge to get out and explore.  Pictorial round-up of a few recent exploits below!


St. Pat's cupcake

On Saturday, my friend and I rode bikes downtown to see the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  As you can imagine, there was lots of great people watching.  When some Native American dancers went by (you know – those traditional St. Patrick’s Day American Indians…), one possibly drunk young man yelled out, “Hey, that guy’s not even Indian!  He’s pure white!  That is CRAP.”  People got an early start on the green beer.  Instead of knocking back a Guinness, I went for the Irish car bomb cupcake pictured above.

Snooze pancakes

Yesterday, I got to meet up with my sweet friend who was in town for a baby shower.  We had pancakes at Snooze, which were just as delicious as they look, and then we walked around downtown.  As I dropped her off at the airport, I realized yet again how lucky I am to know so many wonderful people and how much I miss you all!


The pretty weather has made for some very pretty sunsets.  Enjoy a little breathing space, as Oprah might say.

Swing Dance.

During my morning run to Starbucks, even though I could see my breath, the air had that feel of Florida in the Spring, early in the morning before the sun has warmed the sand.  Sure enough, it turned into a beautiful day.  To take advantage of the blue sky and light breeze, I took a book and an apple to a nearby park.


When I arrived, the playground was deserted, so I sat on one of the swings overlooking a nearby pond.  How long as it been since you’ve been on a swing?  If it’s been a while, you should remedy that straightaway.  I gripped the metal chains and kicked off the wood chips, enjoying the familiar squeak and whine of the metal and the exciting rush of gaining speed and height.

Once I finished swinging, I walked down to the pond and watched the wind ripple the water towards the shore, around a half submerged tumbleweed.  It was so calm and quiet.


I found a bench and ate my crisp apple while reading my book.  The wind kept blowing pieces of my hair in my face, but I was so grateful to be sitting outside that I didn’t care.  I simply enjoyed breathing deeply, listening to the distant shouts of exuberant teenagers, and feeling the warmth of the sun.

Field Trip.

The sun was shining this morning (and I was bored), so I decided to take myself on a field trip to Four Mile Historic Park.  An online event calendar told me it was a free day for the park and museum, and the museum’s website told me this park is home to Denver’s oldest standing structure.  To the park I went!

It was fine.  I’m sure it would be SUPER COOL if you were under the age of 10, but it was mostly a lot of fake old-timey buildings with plaques that read “this is the type of home fur trappers would have lived in” or “a real tipi would have been made of buffalo hide – ours is made of canvas!”


*Not an authentic tipi.

You could explore all the fake buildings with abandon (including the schoolhouse that had a portrait of Abe Lincoln hanging above some period-accurate hand sanitizer.  Perhaps smallpox wouldn’t have been as big of an issue if they’d had Germ-x), but the actual oldest standing structure in Denver – to enter that building, you had to be part of the tour.  Making the experience even more exclusive, you can’t actually SEE the old part of the house from the outside.  The log cabin has been covered to protect it.

House at Four Mile Historic Park

It’s in there somewhere!

Wanting to actually see the old building I drove out there to see, I stopped by the visitor’s center, which smelled strongly of goat cheese.  The man working the front desk informed me that there were already enough people in the park to more than fill the tour, so I probably wouldn’t make the cut, but I was welcome to walk around the park.  I stopped back at the designated time, and sure enough, Mr. Manners told me the tour was full.  VERY full, in fact.

To cheer myself up, I decided to go out to the stables and pet the horses.  These poor raggedy things were no Black Beauty, let me tell you.  Contrary to what Misty of Chincoteague would have you believe, these horses were totally uninterested in my friendship.  When it became clear that, despite a headbutt to the boob and a few kicks at the fence, I was not going to be giving them any carrots, they rolled their eyes and turned away.


“Who does she think she is, coming here with no carrots?”

While this excursion may not have been successful in the traditional sense, I enjoyed sloshing through the snow, breathing in the clean air, and picking up some home decor ideas.  Antlers are the hot new thing – you heard it here first.