Monsieur Moustachio

The only show we've watched this summer is Swingtown, and maybe it's because we've watched too much of it, but DG decided to grow out his stache. It's like a little mouse above his lip. Damn you CBS. Part creepy, part 70's porn, read: not sexy Selleck. But when he couldn't take it anymore and decided to shave it, I found myself lobbying for it's resurrection. My argument was just a bunch of whiny Noooooooooooooo's. But I wasn't ready for it to go yet. It was growing on me like a new chia pet.

Au revoir Monsieur Moustachio.

Rate Me

I recently checked my gmail account and learned that I have been rated by blogged.com and am listed in their library. How exciting for me. David posted a few months ago about how he was rated as well. But here is the problem I am having, and maybe it has to do with watching the competitions in the olympics, but I'm slightly annoyed that he got a rating of a half point higher than me. What? I know, I know, I'm the funny one. I keep trying to tell him all the time that he's funny, just not as funny as me. Funnier looking maybe. Wah wah. But because I am being competitive, I'm wondering if you can take a minute and go rate my website. If all 5 of you go, maybe I'll catch up to his tech geeky 8.5 greatness.

2 Year Anniversary

Aunt Jinnie came over to baby sit so that David and I could get gussied up and go out to dinner in celebration of our TWO marital years together. Last year, we celebrated Paper, this year, Cotton.


David made reservations at an amazing restaurant where we have always wanted to eat, Highland's Garden. It's an old house in the middle of a great neighborhood that creates a lush and inviting setting with it's greenery. There was a special table set for us on the side porch, as seen above.


For the first course, we split the Pear, Sherried Walnuts and Saga Bleu Cheese Salad. This is 1/2 of the salad! So much food. All pictures were taken on David's iPhone, but apparently my hand was a titch shaky. It could have been because after 2 sips of my Colorado Riesling, I was a tres loopy.


For the first course, I had the Blackened Sea Bass on a sauté of shrimp, corn, okra, and tomato sauce. This was my second choice, as earlier in the day, when I had previewed the menu, I had chosen the Soy Glazed Tuna. Alas, they had already sold out of it.


David had the Mini Ribs with zucchini, onion, potatoes and feta.


For a sweet ending, we ordered the strawberry rhubarb crisp, and I had a French Sautern which is a lovely cool dessert wine that I highly recommend.

The box on the table above held my cotton gifts to David from our new favorite store Martin and Osa. Finally a clothing store that markets to me. We had a great time out together, getting to enjoy eachother's company.

Roller Boogie

Since I have known DG, he has regaled me with stories of his "glory days", having huge parties at his house where his band played, getting busted drinking beer under the bridge at age 14, and how he got his first pair of roller skates and proceeded to get some mad skillz and go to the rink all through his teens.

Since I did not peak until my early 20's, I only have memories of one roller skating experience that happened when I lived in Bangor, ME. I was probably in 6th grade and my best friend was being courted by the 'popular' girls. They were all going roller skating one night and I was invited by proxy. It was a dream night, as a popular boy from our class, BJ Raymond offered to buy me a coke. I just about peed myself in excitement. So innocent, yet dramatic enough for me to remember 24 years later.

While we were away this week-end at Snow Mountain Ranch, we all headed to the rec center to make a feeble attempt to recreate our past while donning skates, all the while trying not to take a digger and break any bones.

Here's DG lacing up:


70's Flashback:

False Alarm

Well, it was a ruse to get you all excited. We are not having a baby today. But to tide you over, here are some pictures of DGs surprise 40th Birthday Party last night.

How cute is he? That's my baby daddy.


Le Bakery Sensual did an amazing job with the cake that I ordered. I have to admit though, Lora came up with the cute idea. What you can't see is that he is wearing a snow flake sweater. You may remember this bakery from my bachelorette party cake.

Celebrating the DG

Even though it is a few weeks early, we are going to to DGs favorite restaurant tonight to celebrate his birthday. It's a big one you know. The biggest. Think mid-life, Geritol, and Depends. Just kidding lovey. *kisses*

But I wanted to make sure that in the whole birth of the baby, that he didn't miss his chance to get his drink on. And the good news is that the restaurant is only a few blocks from our hospital.

Actual Conversation

As I was gently applying blue eyeshadow to DGs delicate brow:

CAG: Sit up, head back, stop squinting, flatten your lids!
DG: (eyes quivering, whining) It hurts.
CAG: It does NOT hurt.
DG: It does.
CAG: These are soft brushes.
DG: Well I'm not used to it.
CAG: (Giggling) Ok, relax and work on your breathing techniques. In 4, out 4.
DG: Ouch.
CAG: DG, in a few weeks, I am going to push an 8+lb. child out of my Va-Jay Jay, so I think you can suck it up for 2 minutes and get some eyeshadow.

Apparently our costumes weren't the only bit of role reversal we were going through.

Pregnant Halloween Costumes

I love Halloween. I love getting dressed up, going somewhere and pretending to be something I am not. You may think that I am too old to dress up, but when am I ever going to be 8 months pregnant again for Halloween?

I did some research online looking for other couples's clever pregnant costume ideas. There was the standard, paint your belly something ie. a goldfish bowl, pumpkin etc, and then there were the risque costumes, such as a catholic school girl, cheerleader, or nun. We decided on trailer trash with role reversal. I was the couch potato, beer/baby gut guy, and DG was the gossipy out-of-work gal, or Girlene as everyone at the party called him. She's a man Baby! And we didn't even have to buy anything. Score!


Stopping at a liquor store on our way to the party, the check out guy at the counter called DG "One Ugly Bitch", which was what was going through my head as I watched him scuffle in wearing the poop slippers. Personally, I think I look like my brother. This is ok to say as he recently told me I looked fat, and then in response to the picture of me all gussied up last week-end, he emailed me that I looked like the Joker's whore of a girlfriend. I have a BIG smile, I can't help it. So all dressed up with facial hair and a beer can, naturally I look in the mirror and see him. *kisses mike*

And yes, that stain on my wife beater (which belonged to my late grandfather btw), was a natural occurence of eating dinner on the couch. No earlier than an hour before, my father had told me to spill food down my front to be authentic. I laughed and told him that this would probably occur naturally. I still cursed a bit at my plight when it did happen though.

Perhaps one of my favorite parts of Halloween is dragging out my costume bins every year and trying things on. Here is one of the reject costumes that did not make it. I love having fun things on hand. If you ever need to be a clown, witch, 50's housewife, 60's peace freak, 70's disco queen, femmbot, church lady, 80's Paula Abdul dancer, high school drop out, football player, graduate, or street walker, have I got some clothes for you. For all of this years pics, check out DGs flickr account here.

Missing the DG

DG took a road trip to visit his parents this past week-end, leaving on Friday morning at the crack of ass. For days before hand, I stressed out over what I would do with out him. I was convinced that the separation would cause me to mope endlessly for days, doing nothing but laying on the couch and watching tv. Who is this person I have become I thought to myself? What happened to the independent woman who owned her own house, mowed her own lawn, and came home at 3am, if at all?

Well as it turns out, the old broad still has it in her as I made plans to occupy all of my time. I was so tired out by Sunday afternoon that I had to take a nap. I had such a great time hanging out with friends, having dinner, shopping, writing songs, recording, and just sitting on the front porch shooting the breeze. I didn't get home before 11:30 p.m. each night. Not bad for the pregnant lady that likes to hit the hay at 9:30 p.m.

I barely had time to miss DG, but I'm so glad he's back I can hardly contain myself.

Brave Husband, Panicky Wife

Marriage test #1 - a trip to the Emergency Room.

I was planting the last of the flowers out front when DG came out holding his arm saying that he needed to go to the ER. I thought the worst at first as he had been out back on a precariously perched ladder, 20' in the air. It wasn't a head wound however, instead he lost in a battle with a filing cabinet. The scrape on his forearm wouldn't have been so bad, but there was a wierd tendon thing sticking out of it. *ew* I couldn't even look at it. As it turns out, it was just fat. *double ew* But the hospital was glad that we went because DG needed stitches.

After we figured out the closest hospital, we were off. The staff at Porter Hospital was awesome. They were so much fun and the location was so great that we want to look into having our baby there.

DG was so brave through the numbing, cleaning and stitches. I was sweaty and nervous. I may have to work on being more calm during crisis mode.

My Husband Smells Like Poop

Ok, not really, but I felt like I had a theme and I was going with it. Can I manage to fit the word poop in every post this week? Let's see.

Though he did make chili this week-end and you know what they say about beans. They are good for your heart. But back to his chili for a second. It is the one meal that he makes better than me! I know it is hard to fathom, but his secret recipe is so good. I LOVE chili night. Chili night equals I get to sit at the computer and play Spider Solitaire.

The DG Wears Prada

DG has been looking for a new pair of glasses for the entire year. December was crunch time as he had to use up his Flex Benefit or lose it. Of all of the pairs of glasses that he looked at, he ended up with these gorgeous ones. They were my favorites, until we looked at the brand name on them and found out they were Prada. I could give a rip about this brand, but they make him look hot. What you can't see is that they are orange on the inside! Fun.

Remind me to tell you about my Prada I poop on you experience in NYC a couple of years ago.

Restroom Critic is up and running

DG's new venture Restroom Critic is off to a running start. Not to be confused with the runs. hehe. A trotting start? He is beginning with a contest to find the grodiest, creepiest, dukiest bathroom in the Denver area.

Though I haven't been there in years, my vote is for the loo at the 15th Street Tavern. This bar was so grungy that you had to drink excessively just to be able to stand the sticky floors, bad smell, and drug addicts playing pool. I actually had a girlfriend lose the heel of her shoe on the floor once. The bathroom only had one toilet for every girl in the club, it rarely flushed, was always over running, and it was very, very dark in there. I think they had it dark so you couldn't see what it was really like. We would always hold it until the last possible second before we would have to go in and we always made our girlfriends go in with us for reinforecement so we didn't fall in or get bitten by something crawling up our legs. *aack*

Do you have a bathroom in Denver that you hate? Go let the Restroom Critic know!

It's officially Pumpkin everything

DG and I celebrated October 1 with our first batch or pumpkin pancakes. And yes it is official, the lilac candles have been put away and have been replaced with pumpkin spice and cinnamon essential oils. My husband, the olfactory connoisseur. I guess it is better than the house smelling like old trash or cooking fish.