It snowed last night in Denver. Koda just loves tumbling around in the snow so he stood at our door gazing out at the snow which was accumulating on the ground for a few hours after work yesterday. At first it was kind of cute, watching him gaze wistfully outside at the snowfall. Then he started to get restless, alternating running from the living room window to the bedroom then back to the living room (over and over and over and over), so I threw on my shoes and heaviest winter jacket, the warmest hat I own and I borrowed a pair of Brandon's huge snowboarding gloves. I hooked up Koda to his leash and we headed out into the snow.

It was about 8:00 p.m. and there were very few people outside. Although the last thing I felt like was going for a walk in the cold and snow, I must admit- it was beautiful! There was an inch or two of snow on the ground and not a single footprint (or pawprint) came before ours. We ran for a while, big snow flakes hitting my cheeks. Running down the sidewalk with my arm outstretched with my dog pulling the leash in front of me, I tried my best not to slip and fall. Imagining a) me slipping and falling since my dog was running super fast combined with b) running like crazy people through the falling snow while all the sane people were inside their heated homes resulted in a huge grin across my face. I was exhilrating and unexpected and I think I smiled for a block straight.

In any case, we brought a camera along with us, because you just never know when a mundane walk might turn into a creative adventure.

Strange! I envisioned a weekend of non-stop creating this weekend, but instead have been feeling just enough under the weather to result in me sitting in a chair watching bad reality TV marathons.

For the last 3 weekends I've had this dull headache that just hangs around. Sometimes I notice it (although more infrequently) during the week, too, but it seems to be a weekend thing. After last weekend's headache, I thought it was for sure a caffeine thing, but I haven't had any coffee today! I did go jogging yesterday, just days after a huge snowstorm, it was sunny and VERY warm outside.

I drank some water last night, and had a bit again this morning, which usually helps if it's a headache due to dehydration. When I started thinking about how icky I feel, however, I recalled that I was just talking to Brandon last week about how I've been having recurring headaches. We were discussing whether living at 5003 feet in Fort Collins versus 5280 in Denver REALLY makes that much more of a difference.

To add to the confusion in figuring out why I'm feeling this way, I rarely EVER drank water when I lived in Fort Collins. And although I don't drink as much as I should, I now drink several glasses of water each day here in Denver.

My eating habits have probably improved, I walk and jog more, drink less beer and now drink water. Hmm. I know stress can do crazy things to you, so not sure if my stressful commute and work could result in me decompressing via headache each weekend? I guess I have been experiencing neck and back pain lately, too, which I attribute to the commute. Not only am I changing lanes frequently, but I know there's a certain tension that I feel every morning and night as I try to be a defensive driver and find myself cussing the rude drivers in this city.

As I realize what I've wrote, I think it's interesting how we sometimes don't pay attention to our bodies when they're obviously trying to tell us something. My neck and back and hip have all felt "off" within the last few weeks. It comes one day and goes the next, though.

it's not easy being green

Me and the pup on a Saturday afternoon. He's getting bigger!

Brandon and I went out for breakfast at a lovely French restaurant this morning. We then discovered a new mall, where we found a number of delicious finds: jeans that actually fit Brandon, a fashionable hat that actually fits him as well and a pair of brown shoes so my sweetie doesn't have to wear black shoes with a brown belt anymore. Brandon's got a 38 inch inseam, so picture going into every store imaginable only to discover that they DO have pants in your waist size, but they're unfortunately 4 inches too short and may or may not shrink in the wash = man capris. Not pretty. And you know those big and tall stores? They mostly cater to the big and not so much the tall. It's frustrating, so when he finds a pair that fits, it's like a holiday around here. We just might have to play the lottery or something.

And suddenly I don't feel so bad about my blemishes.

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Meet our lap dog, Koda. He thinks he's a chihuaha.

And now I leave you with a little vintage Koda, when he still weighed 4 times as much as your average chihuahua: