Life in the Bubble

Hello from Aspen, CO!
We return to find Miss BD in the lovely setting of Snowmass Village in the scenic valleys of the Rocky Mountains.

So I left Cackalack on Friday morning bright and early and hit the road with a vengeance. You couldn't have paid me to get outta there any faster. Left some unfinished/unpacked business in NC, but for the most part, not missing a thing really.
The drive from Cackalack to Paduca, KY was uneventful. Mostly it was just me being f*cking ecstatic that I was really for real gone. Stayed the night at a semi-habitable motel and left at the ass-crack of dawn the next morning to see my sister in MO. We had too much fun. It's really been way too long, but I guess that goes for me and everyone. Am I the world's worst correspondent or what?
After a sad farewell and amid promises to return with the LOML, I took off on Monday to tackle Kansas. I hate Kansas. It was hour after endless hour of rolling nothingness. Flat, flat, empty space with not a break in the horizon as far as the eye can see. I kept seeing outlines of 'buildings' that turned out to be grain silos on some decrepit, forgotten farmland....it was all a bit eerie.
Anyway, I pushed through and got just outside of Denver on Monday night; stayed at one of the conference center motels by the airport....beat. The next day I woke up and hit the pass and soon found myself in Aspen. This is Tuesday at around 1pm.

Today, the 30th, I am writing this as I am looking outside my office window at the base of the Two Creeks run. We have 5 fresh inches of snow on top of the 5 feet or something that we have already accumulated this month.
The LOML and I are great and life is beautiful.
Happy New Years everyone.

Sick.

Of course, as fate would have it, as I am preparing for my final day here in NC, I am on my deathbed with a cold that can only be described as the demons of hell emerging from my bleeding lungs. This sh*t sucks. I have going-away obligations tonight at 3 different places which I would really just like to skip out on (no offense guys, but I AM dying here). I have a 30 hour drive separating me from where I really want to be and I just noticed that I am excessively whiney today. I don't even want to be around myself when I'm sick. It's pathetic.

Just a tip for ya'll, the generic alcohol-free "Tussin" is not the same as the good ole alcohol infused Nyquil that we know and love. Don't ever let anyone tell you different. I will rep Vicks till I die.....which may be fast approaching judging from the hacking, phlegmy, gasping cough I still have because I don't have any Nyquil.

Free to a good home upon my death: 60-some odd pairs of swanky shoes (size 6) and one wonderful, amazing, handsome, talented, funny boyfriend with a good job. (But I'll have to haunt your ass if you even try to take the latter).

Happy Holidays

Here's to us:

To hair fingers, nose kittens, and not finishing by yourself,
To lower phone bills, higher face-time,
To the LOML,
To pictures saying a thousand words, but a billion more said face to face,
To lap time and my happy place, shoulders, and shared space,
To your scientific prowess and me hardly ever being right,
To "good morning" every morning and "good nights" every night.

Cheers b*tches!

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I drink to make other people interesting. I wouldn't call that a drinking problem...it's more of a people problem. But the real problem is that stupidity runs rampantly unchecked in this part of the country.