Stairs blow.

And Fire Drills totally suck.

Although, I did get a little adrenaline rush when the stoopid alarms went off, because I didn't know about the drill. (The fire wardens usually get tipped off ahead of time)

So after I rousted 2 creative guys out of a conference room where they had pushed a stack of chairs pushed up against the door, 2 ladies out of the restroom and one scrawny brand management chick off the phone, I had to make my way down 13 stories, then back up with my wallet stuck down my ass crack.

I gotta say, I love watching the 'pretty people' try to walk down stairs in 4" heels.

Ah well. It's a beautiful day outside, I got a little stair workout in and we got M&M's!

When IS the StoopidBowl?

Sometimes I actually LIKE my job. You know, like when we won the Patrón business, the client gave every one at the Agency a bottle of Patrón Anejo. Nice.

Today, on a much smaller scale of things I like here, I got to preview the 3 ads our Bridgestone client is considering running during the Superbowl. I'm curious if the powers that be will let the actual votes decide or if the old school fuddy-duddies will pull rank and air the one they like.

Last year's Bridgestone Superbowl ad can be seen here

My Mini-Me

My 9 year old niece Mollie. MY child, according to my sister/her mom. Meaning obnoxious as hell and a real PITA.



I don't know what she's talking about. I was an angel as a child.

By Order of EPA...

Saw this little gem on the door of the Masonville CO Mercantile.

Other than NO Public Restrooms, their other claim to fame is being the home of the National Senior Pro-Rodeo World Champion Bare Back Rider Jeff Somebody.

Strange little place. Run by strange people - both dressed up vintage 1800's Cowboy style. We were told we could walk through the 'museum' upstairs, but we had to take our shoes off first.

Blegh

Back in flat, concreted, soccer mommie and scrawny SMU chicks with huge fake boobs infested Dallas.

I miss my mountains already. Uneventful, although ass-crack of dawn, drive to the Denver airport, uneventful flight home.

Good burger and a beer in the Hole in the Wall on the way home though. One of my favorite dives.

One noteable happening; as I got out of the rental car, my Om necklace broke and fell off. I'm a little creeped out about it. The last time I didn't wear it, I wrecked my truck and severed 2 tendons in my left wrist on a freakin' wine glass.

Bad ju ju. Hope I can find someone to fix it pretty soon.

Bobcat Ridge

Got out on trail yesterday for the first time in 2 weeks. I really hate being sick. Mainly because I am a horrible patient (i.e., Pain in the Ass). Just call me PITA.

My Mom and Dad dropped off Jerry and I at the trailhead of Bobcat Ridge near Horsetooth resevior outside Fort Collins CO. It has a series of hiking and mt biking trails that loop off one another.

Very nice short spin on combo dirt and hard packed snow. That may be the first time I've run on snow, now that I think about it. I sure like running up here way better than running in Texas.

Lots of bear and coyote scat, but no fresh tracks and no animals.

Distance: 4 miles
Temp: 29 degrees. Sunny and less wind on the actual trail
Time: Granny slow. 59 minutes, although we were dinking around taking pics
Weight: Me 132, Jerry 203

You can lead a horticulture,

but you can't make her think...