Crazy Virgo

The Most Wonderful Time of Year

Some would say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Andy Williams certainly would. I, on the other hand, think it's College Basketball Season. And, to quote Dick Vitale, "It's here babeeeee." Since the NIT/Maui Invitational Week, I've been getting my fill on almost a daily basis. The sound of sneakers squeaking on hardwood. The swoosh of a three-pointer. The clangy reverb of the hoops when the roundball is dunked by my man, Brandon Rush. It's like jingle bells to my ears. Three solid months of rivalries, hating Duke, wishing evil upon Tyler Hansborough, making fun of Dicky V, cheering on my Jayhawks, cursing my Jayhawks, watching gravity defying dunks, eating hotdogs, drinking beer. Nothing is better than that. Not snow, or evergreen wreaths or Christmas trees and lights. Hell no. Not Santa or Jesus' birthday measures up to a season building to the crescendo of March Madness. Teams competing in a bitter dual, fighting it out to be #1 for at least one week of the season. Please. Nothing in a box wrapped with a bow can match that. Well anyway, when hearts will be glowing and kids mistloeting when loved ones are near, you know where you can find me, in front of the TV celebrating the most wonderful time....of the YEAR!
HAPPY College Basketball Season Everyone.

Thanksgiving Tsunami

Here it comes, the huge food wave, about to crash on to American soil. Starting this Thursday, and for the four days after, free eating citizens across the country will take part in Thanksgluttony. Are they really giving thanks for the harvest and each other as Thanksgiving was meant to do? Or are they using this day as an excuse to eat copious amounts of hormone-injected turkey, processed green beans with canned mushroom soup and chemically created crispy things on top, stuffing (appropriately named), pies, biscuits, yams, sweet potatoes, whatever they can get their hands on. Judging by the fact that 63% of Americans are overweight, I'm guessing they're thankful for the extra helping of mashed potatoes and the leftover turkey sandwiches.
Let's underdo it this year, folks. Just an idea. I'm not going to remind you that there are starving people in our world that have no idea what Thanksgiving, a holiday of eating, is about. No, I won't do that because we work, pay taxes and deserve to eat a nice meal with our families. Maybe throw a canned good at your local food bank. However, before you go shoving your mouthful of high fructose corn syrup and saturated fat, think about it. Just take a second to think about why it is that you're stuffing yourself. Are you really that hungry? Did you run 26 miles before sitting down to dinner? Are you so thankful for the large portion in front of you that you feel compelled to eat it all? Did you harvest all that food? Did you recently buy stock in the pharmaceutical companies that manufacture antacid and indigestion medicines?
Listen, these are just the opinions of an opinionated Crazy Virgo. Take 'em or leave 'em.
In summary, just wanted to say, Happy Thanksgiving!

This time I've really gone crazy

So, I decided to write a novel this month. Yeah. Just like that. I opened an email from a friend this morning with a link to an organization devoted to National Novel Writing Month, which happens to be November. Upon further inquisition, I discovered that this organization is about writing a novel in one month. This month. Long story short, it happens every year during this month, and is a way to get writers (like yours truly) who talk all the time about how they want to publish something in their lives, yet haven't put a word to paper, to get off their asses and just f*cking do it for the love of god!!! And that is precisely what I am going to do. For 30 minutes every day from today until November 31 I will write. And, maybe, just maybe, in 31 days I will have something that resembles a novel. It might more closely resemble a four-year old with an oddly shaped head, mismatched clothes, unbrushed hair and make-up smeared all over its face, but it will be smiling and proud nevertheless. I will try to quit everyday, but thanks to the sweet love and discipline I've enlisted from Gentleman Lover, let's hope that doesn't happen.

Yes, CrazyVirgo is about to prove just how crazy she is. Don't really know what this forthcoming novel is going to be about. But, rest assured, it will be good.

If I don't post in a while it's because I'm probably running in the opposite direction of my laptop, hiding from my laptop and GL, or having a breakthru of genius and writing this novel. Let's hope it's the third option.

Only 3 more hours until work is over and I have to do this.

F*CK.

Yet another reason I love Britian

They don't really celebrate Halloween. Why? It's silly, that's why. Dressing up in costumes and asking for candy? Lame. Childish. Much too unrefined for the British lot.They would much rather set things on fire in memory of Guy Fawkes. You know, that crazy guy who tried to set fire to the House of Parliament. No candy. No costumes, unless you dress as Guy Fawkes (a al V for Vendetta). In fact, those Brits laugh at Americans wearing sexy vampire costumes and using our children as candy mules.
Case in point. Take these two front pages - one from The London Times and one from The Rocky Mountain News.
















It's business as usual in the beautiful United Kingdom - Heather McCartney going crazy, world news, sex ban on airplanes. And, then in Denver, the front page picture is two children unfortunately dressed as Dr. Seuss characters. Sigh. The priorities in our world. The easy diversions. The commercialism. The oversexed adult costumes - don't even get me started on those. So, in summary, American Halloween sucks. Britian again wins for Guy Fawkes day and more mature ways of celebrating holidays.

Overnight Guest

I live in Boulder. It's approximately 25 miles from Denver - where I work. This presents a problem when I decide to stay after work to see a concert at the bar located conveniently next door to my office. One, I'm a horrible night driver, and Two, it's so hard to not drink and watch a show that starts at 11:30 p.m. This is precisely why I don't stay after work to see shows at the bar located conveniently next door. However, last night after some small convincing and too many beers, I threw in the towel to see Caribou. So worth it.
However, after making plans to stay on my female co-workers futon, and having a slight misunderstanding - translation: When I said I'll sleep on your couch tonight b/c I'm drunk and can't drive home, she took that to mean, I don't really want to stay on your couch tonight, but maybe some other time when I'm not drunk and totally able to drive home, she ditched me.
Ok, I'll give her a bit of credit. She didn't do it on purpose. However, I still found myself drunk. With all my male co-workers. In Denver. So what exactly does a lady do in that situation? Sleep at the office, where there is a couch and a shower? No no. That would be too sensible.
I slept over at my bosses house. In his guest room. While his wife and two sons happily sawed logs in their beds. I guess every so often one just needs to get drunk and end up in your bosses guest room at 2 a.m. Just for kicks. What's even better, is showing up, with my boss, at the office, in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday.
Perfect.

Fall snow

October 21, 2007 - It's already snowing. It's official. We live in Boulder.

It's a comfy ride on this bandwagon

Here it is. The day the Colorado Rockies may make history. And we moved back just in time. I happened to be at THE game with Gentleman Lover and D-Town (his brother, my bro-in-law). We witnessed the history-making, greatest end of a baseball game ever in the 13th inning on October 1st at Coors Field. I'm not much of a sports fan (unless it's college basketball, and then I'm #1 fan), but I've gotta say,it hooked me. I was cheering, chanting, hugging people. I even slapped a hi-five with a guy standing in front of me who I know picked his nose five minutes earlier. It was that kind of unbridled celebration.

Now, I'm fully on the bandwagon. And I must say, it's quite comfy on here. They keep winning with gusto. More people keep getting on the bandwagon. More celebrations. More excuses to drink beer. And I don't want to speak too soon, but things are looking good for a World Series debut right here in my fair (daytime) city. The best part - the players are so freaking humble. Every time they are interviewed they don't boast and flaunt about, bragging about their win. They thank the other players and always talk about how they are taking it one game at a time. They aren't paid a gazillion dollar salaries, so it makes them pretty easy to love.
So, yeah. They're my boys. I'm all for Rocktober. I'm buying the hat, the t-shirt, the jersey, the koozie. I'm jumping in with both feet.
Rockies Bandwagon jumper #1.
Out.

Thanks Boulder, I was missing Seattle

I don't know if it's the constant sunshine, the above 70 temperatures, or the constant presence of smiles, but something was starting to annoy me about Boulder/Denver/Colorado in general. It almost seemed too perfect here, too good to be true. But then, two days of gray skies and rain came, and Ahhhh... reality. I hearkened back to everyday of the fall/winter/spring of Seattle, and I smiled. Right now I'm sitting in my neighborhood coffee shop, full of laptop jockeys, escaping a beautiful, wet, cold outside world, and I'm loving it. Yesterday Gentlemen Lover and I walked through the Boulder Farmer's Market in a soft rain, then had coffee and a $3 cupcake at the new Boulder cupcake cafe. A little behind, but not bad, Boulder. It was just like our old home, where my heart will always be (until we move to London, then my heart will be there).

Boulder, I love you, almost, I really do. But sometimes I miss the soggy coffee culture of Seattle, and I want to put my expensive rainboots on and stomp around in puddles. So, in summary, I love your sunshine and the smiles are really nice, but once in a while, could you give me some rain and gloom. Thanks!

My fear of crafting

An article I wrote - that happens to be one of my favorites -  is currently being featured in the Crafting section of Divine Caroline - a fantastically wonderful website dedicated to truth, fashion and the female way. Won't you have a little read?

A question that needs to be answered

Today I had a thought that left my mind twisted, my eyebrows furrowed and the mouth agape.
It is a question I've never pondered, possibly because I don't actually know the answer. Or maybe didn't want to know the answer. OR maybe I'm afraid of the answer. Regardless, it needs to be asked and answered at once.

WHO IS HOTTER, GEORGE CLOONEY OR TOM FORD?