Hey, to whomever.
I've put off blogging for a while now. It's time I blog blog blog. I will start my newest blog with some thoughts and comments on my beloved Rockies. Yes, I know many of you out there are haters and such, but I am a lover. As I type, The Rockies are in the 7th inning with the LA Dodgers 13-2. Tears fill my eyes. So another game in the hole. (Yes, those Rockies love a fighting comeback, but I am still realistic). Last night, the only Nationally broadcasted game.... lost. Who did we get for Holiday again? Damn.
Opening Day on the other hand was pure delight. Every year right around the same time in April I have the luxury of going to the Opening Day game of the Colorado Rockies with my Dad. (Thanks Dad!) We tried to get there early, (Dad wanted to see the jets fly over). We did see and hear those jets but not while sitting comfortably in our green plastic seats. We were shoving our way through a moshpit line. We little Berquists can squeeze through whole messes of 'taller' people virtually unnoticed; and if someone feels the need to prevent the line cutting, I always pull the age card out... Like, "Hey, I'm 12 years old, where is my daddy?" or if that doesn't work, "My elderly father needs to get to his seat before his hip breaks". Either or, whichever I'm in the mood for.
Anyway, we get to our familar 3rd baseline seats with our bag-o-peanuts and the game begins. Can you belive it? it was a good good game we won! Hot Toddy hit more than just foul balls, we chanted our chant for Tulo (*clapclapclap*) and the pitcher (Marquis? I can't remember his name...opps) can hit! Dexter the newbie didn't do much to impress after hearing promising news from Tuscon.
Anther fun fact (or oddball detail, if you will)....Bill Owens had a nice view of the game a couple rows in front of me and my dad. There is nothing like a Colorado celebrity...(I mean we have so many bright faces in this state of ours... Ron Zappolo, Jake Jabs... I could go on- and I will, have I ever told you that Jake Jabs rode on a Ted flight- *that's a discounted United*- to Phoenix with me? He took his shoes off!). Sorry, I get starstruck and the words flow out of me.
Well, I think I'm going to go watch the Dodgers win.... Go Rockies.
Bye for now.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
You are Absolutely Stunning and Amazing, But...
To everyone that watched the season finale of the Bachelor last night- this one is for you. To all of you who claim that you didn't watch it, you are a liar. First of all, I'm really sad that my Monday Night Ritual is over. What will I do now on Mondays? And no, I will not start to watch Dancing with the Stars.
The night began, I had not drawn my line in the sand yet between Molly and Melissa (even though throughout the whole season I thought he would pick Melissa in the end). I was slightly shaken from the events that happened during the last Rose Ceremony. My favorite of all favorites Jillian was sent home. This was after our Bachelor Jason and Jill (as he calls her) had a sizzling makeout grabby-grab session in a hottub in New Zealand. So yes I was still picking up my broken heart pieces just like Jillian. By the way, possibly our next Bachelorette?
Moving on, the only real thing to talk about during the finale is the always awkward and never- changing lines for the first girl out of the limo. My friend told me it is an astonishing 95% rate that the first girl out of the limo goes home without her man. So out comes Molly unknowingly walking into a rejection (how awful is that to watch?!) Jason begins with an air-kiss which is never good, when you had "an amazing date" the night before. He proceeds to tell her about her goregous eyes and how he can "never get enough" of her. I'm waiting for the 'but'. He delivers just like I knew he would. "You are absolutely stunning and amazing, but...". Poor girl.
WAIT! Not over yet.
After the Final Rose was better than ever!
The way Chris Harrison was standing on that stage lit up by candles I thought someone was dead. Jason comes out, what- 6 months later? I thought he was going to tell us that someone took a turn for the worse. Jason painfully tells us that he made the wrong decision- (Didn't Deanna visit to help him make the right choice?) He tells Chris and the millions watching that he is going to break up with Melissa and persue Molly all in one night. Classy. Needless to say I still haven't really drawn my line in the sand between Melssia and Molly but the line in drawn infront of Jason. Melissa thankfully stuck up for herself and called him rightfully so, a 'bastard'. Molly's priceless face all night was shocked and ready to give Jason another chance. He didn't fight for Melssia but he wants to 'go out for coffee or a drink' with Molly. HA! I found it kind of inappropriate that the last 5 minutes were Jason and Molly making out on stage while Melissa cries in a limo- wait! what am I saying isn't that how every episode ends? I love that this show never strays away from the script!
And no I am not saying that this show is fake, it is allllll real and thats why I love it.
The night began, I had not drawn my line in the sand yet between Molly and Melissa (even though throughout the whole season I thought he would pick Melissa in the end). I was slightly shaken from the events that happened during the last Rose Ceremony. My favorite of all favorites Jillian was sent home. This was after our Bachelor Jason and Jill (as he calls her) had a sizzling makeout grabby-grab session in a hottub in New Zealand. So yes I was still picking up my broken heart pieces just like Jillian. By the way, possibly our next Bachelorette?
Moving on, the only real thing to talk about during the finale is the always awkward and never- changing lines for the first girl out of the limo. My friend told me it is an astonishing 95% rate that the first girl out of the limo goes home without her man. So out comes Molly unknowingly walking into a rejection (how awful is that to watch?!) Jason begins with an air-kiss which is never good, when you had "an amazing date" the night before. He proceeds to tell her about her goregous eyes and how he can "never get enough" of her. I'm waiting for the 'but'. He delivers just like I knew he would. "You are absolutely stunning and amazing, but...". Poor girl.
WAIT! Not over yet.
After the Final Rose was better than ever!
The way Chris Harrison was standing on that stage lit up by candles I thought someone was dead. Jason comes out, what- 6 months later? I thought he was going to tell us that someone took a turn for the worse. Jason painfully tells us that he made the wrong decision- (Didn't Deanna visit to help him make the right choice?) He tells Chris and the millions watching that he is going to break up with Melissa and persue Molly all in one night. Classy. Needless to say I still haven't really drawn my line in the sand between Melssia and Molly but the line in drawn infront of Jason. Melissa thankfully stuck up for herself and called him rightfully so, a 'bastard'. Molly's priceless face all night was shocked and ready to give Jason another chance. He didn't fight for Melssia but he wants to 'go out for coffee or a drink' with Molly. HA! I found it kind of inappropriate that the last 5 minutes were Jason and Molly making out on stage while Melissa cries in a limo- wait! what am I saying isn't that how every episode ends? I love that this show never strays away from the script!
And no I am not saying that this show is fake, it is allllll real and thats why I love it.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Think of Me... Think of Me Fondly...
So I spent my Friday evening with my Mother and Brother. A short lightrail ride and even shorter walk took us to the Performing Arts Center where we had tickets to see The Phantom of the Opera. Yes, I do love a live performance. The big theater (what is the name? not the Buell, but the Ballet theater) Anyways, we arrived with ample time to have a drink from the several scattered bars in the lobby. Isn't that the only reason to arrive early, to drink and judge people's outfits? Not that we were the best dressed in the house. I tried my damnest to look the part of a posh twenty-something out on the town with her Mother, let me tell you it's not easy for me to even look like a twenty-something let alone posh. My brother was somewhat of a smudge (sorry Kenny- I love you) on my beautified entourage. He wore jeans, a 'Savers' sweatshirt as he himself calls it and vans. He did however help with the posh-ness with our grandfather's wool newsboy cap upon his head.
So, yes we sort of looked fabulous which was countered with my Mother's extreme anxiety of getting to our seats on time (mind you we had 10 mins and I still had half a glass of champagne). The Phantom starts and the singing gives me chills. The blurred faces were nice to squint at, as I forgot to bring my glasses. I could however admire the dreamy costumes along with the giant chandelier that hung above the audience waiting to crash down and ruin someone elses' face (isn't that why the Phantom wears a mask?)
The 15-17 minute intermission was just enough time to wait in the women's neverending powder- room line and chug some more champagne. But I tell ya, the only reason I was able to defy such a time crunch was because of our wonderful bartender who let us know an amazing fact before the show. Now listen up this is important! You can prepay for champagne or your chosen poision and they will have it waiting on the side of the bar for you at intermission. I mean, what a simple but fantastic idea! So as the lights are blinking and the ushers are closing the doors to the theater I chug my glass and bump my way back to my seat for the second half of Phantom.
My Mother did shed a few tears and I almost...almost did at the end. I welded up during the standing ovation but didn't blink enough to send the watery drops down my face. Oh the theater, another one of my long lost dreams.
If you want a sum up, it would be this: Go see it if you enjoy drama and goosebumps, prepay for drinks at intermission and dress the part- so I can't judge you in my corner.
I still have 'Mascarade' stuck in my head. *%$#$%*
So, yes we sort of looked fabulous which was countered with my Mother's extreme anxiety of getting to our seats on time (mind you we had 10 mins and I still had half a glass of champagne). The Phantom starts and the singing gives me chills. The blurred faces were nice to squint at, as I forgot to bring my glasses. I could however admire the dreamy costumes along with the giant chandelier that hung above the audience waiting to crash down and ruin someone elses' face (isn't that why the Phantom wears a mask?)
The 15-17 minute intermission was just enough time to wait in the women's neverending powder- room line and chug some more champagne. But I tell ya, the only reason I was able to defy such a time crunch was because of our wonderful bartender who let us know an amazing fact before the show. Now listen up this is important! You can prepay for champagne or your chosen poision and they will have it waiting on the side of the bar for you at intermission. I mean, what a simple but fantastic idea! So as the lights are blinking and the ushers are closing the doors to the theater I chug my glass and bump my way back to my seat for the second half of Phantom.
My Mother did shed a few tears and I almost...almost did at the end. I welded up during the standing ovation but didn't blink enough to send the watery drops down my face. Oh the theater, another one of my long lost dreams.
If you want a sum up, it would be this: Go see it if you enjoy drama and goosebumps, prepay for drinks at intermission and dress the part- so I can't judge you in my corner.
I still have 'Mascarade' stuck in my head. *%$#$%*
The Start of it All
I took my brother's advice (thanks for the title too!) which if you know my brother doesn't happen often. Not that he gives bad advice, he just never really gives any at all. He is a man of few words, unless he is trying to convince you that he is right and you are wrong. Aw, I love him.
Anyway, my dream is to do this for a living: by this I mean blogging, telling others what I think. Having people think I am right and they are wrong- Wait! no that's not it.
So why not just do this and live.
Anyway, my dream is to do this for a living: by this I mean blogging, telling others what I think. Having people think I am right and they are wrong- Wait! no that's not it.
So why not just do this and live.
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