I went to my first concert with my aunt Lisa in 6th grade. It was Poison, and Brett Michaels was my crush du jour. It looks like they are reuniting for a 20th anniversary tour. I wonder if they'd still attempt the spandex pants thing? Hmmmm.

In other news, Brandon and I move into our new apartment on Saturday!

Here is a photo from the rooftop of our building. See the tallest building out there? That's the Wells Fargo building. The top was designed like this to look like an old fashioned cash register. Brandon works in this general vicinity. This is also in the vicinity of the city where the future Real World Denver house will be located. Sort of.



This is the court yard in the middle of the block- our apartment actually has a door leading out to this area. The court yard is gated, so we can safely bring our dog out here at night before bed time. In addition to time spent in the court yard, Koda has become my jogging partner so we plan on taking lots of mile-high runs this summertime.


This is the outside of our apartment building. The inside is your typical apartment, complete with white walls and white carpet (no hardwood floors- Koda REALLY wanted hardwood floors). In lieu of hard wood floors, we opted for the less expensive place that would mean more spending money for plays, ball games, microbrews and bribe money for the Real World Denver insiders.

I'm also pretty excited because along the bottom of this apartment development, there are shops that were specifically built in this complex to foster sort of a "village" atmosphere. There is a flower shop, hair salon, gourmet grilled cheese restaurant, coffee shop, dry cleaners, wine shop, and yoga and pilates studios all within this little neighborhood. The apartment complex has events each month like "learn to make sushi at home" where you get an opportunity to meet other people, so should be fun.




Meanwhile, I dream of trading in my car for a Honda Metropolitan, but my mom thinks it's a bad idea. I think I should get an orange helmet and live it up a little. Whether I get one or not will depend on your votes, America- should I get a scooter?

We're moving to Denver this Saturday! So much to do between now and then, but we've got a good start. We've been packing the past few days, and our dog gives us that "I know you're shuffling things around means you're leaving, damnit." look.

I never noticed how much "stuff" we shuffle around as we get ready every morning- shuffle my makeup in my makeup case, shuffle my clothes in my closet, shuffle my shoes out of our other closet. He quickly learned what this means, but now thinks that packing means we're leaving him in about 10 minutes.

Oh, that crazy dog and the things he makes me do...

I'm pretty sure I was just petting my vacuum cleaner saying, "It's okay... IT'S okaay..." in a soothing voice.

I'm so very happy! I just finished the last of my outstanding custom orders. A month ago, I decided that I was going to take a break from working on custom charms to focus on a number of things: finding more me time- to include such things as liesurely reading over coffee, taking relaxing bubble baths and doing girly things like painting my toenails red... getting ready for our pending move to Denver- including adjusting to a new job and finding my new favorite places... and finally, to help fill my creative well, which seems to have run dry, oh, a good 4 months ago. I think stepping back a bit has helped already. I will take this time normally spent on making things for others, and hopefully make some jewelry for the simple pleasure of doing so- maybe even creating some things just for me. If you know me, you know that I often wear the things that didn't make it through the Moonwater Quality Assurance Department. Maybe I can finally make some things using my favorite colors and images.

So my back hurts, and I didn't get the opportunity to watch a marathon 4-episodes of lost with my honey as I had hoped, but I feel- free. And it feels damn good! I think I just needed to let go of trying so hard to be more and do more and saying yes when I really wanted to say no.

In other news, Koda tried stealing the 12-pack of TP tonight. Apparently he doesn't have the same toilet paper hang-ups as me. Brandon had gone grocery shopping and left it on the floor, and the dog picked up the 12-pack in his mouth and attempted to escape through the 9" gap we had left open on our sliding glass door going outside to the back yard. He ran toward the door, realized that the 2-foot wide toilet paper bundle was not going to fit through, ran about 6 feet back into the kitchen, as though he thought he'd take a running start at the door. And it still didn't fit. Back 6 feet once again, ran at the door. Damn, not this time. He did this at least 11 times. I think he wanted to go bury the TP outside, as he's akin to do with his dog bones. Come to think of it, his toilet paper burying tendencies reminds me of the way I still hide TP under random groceries in my shopping cart when I'm at the grocery store. Hmm- perhaps we're really not so different, me and Koda, with our silly hang-ups.

Tom Cruise jumping the couch...

Oh, Tom Cruise. So very sorry to hear about your movie not doing as well as it probably should have this weekend. Hopefully I'm not the only one deliberately boycotting.

Frankly, I think you need to get back on whatever meds you were on before. Hoping this is the last we see of Mr. Cruise, blockbustermoviewise. Go away, please.