bad boys bad boys... whatchya gonna do?

My work neighbor (partner, as he calls me) is an ex-sheriff texan with a strong draw and a power struggle. He may be my work nemesis but the jury is still out. It’s when he calls me on the phone when he needs something, despite working in offices with paper thin walls, so I get a good surround sound effect or at the times when I truly need his assistance and he is pre-occupied with a personal cell call or an instant message conversation.
 
Yesterday Mr. I’ll-call-you-Miss-almost-as-direct-insult-of-your-new-Mrs.-Status asked me if I’d done any arrests or pat downs. I gave him a disturbed face, “No! I come from a county where we don’t do arrests…we call law enforcement for that!” He then explained he would be arresting a female client in his office and would need my assistance to pat her down. Perhaps I should watch someone who has been trained in such shenanigans but everyone agreed it wasn’t a big deal. “Well…. I’ve seen COPS.”
 
The female client wasn’t a screaming lunatic or even a safety threat. She just smelled bad. I did my obligatory pat, pleased to see she had chosen to wear shorts (avoiding the ankle touch) and her shirt was tight enough to confirm no hidden weapons. It was the under the b pat that I refused to administer. No thank you, kindly. Even after my non-frisky frisk I left the room in shame and discomfort.
 

So the sadness of my brilliant email-to-blackberry-to-blogspot-plan has a major flaw. I can’t figure out how to post pictures, which I find so much joy in.

it's me!

I know! I know!
It’s been too long!
Life has been crazy non-stop. On a weekly basis I think of things I could/should/want to blog on (don’t ask me what they all are now), but due to being a newlywed, with a busy schedule and a non-working computer, it has been impossible to keep updated.
I will attempt to write this at work (shhhh…) email it to myself on my blackberry (Merry Christmas from my husband, who understands my need and desire to stay connected) and copy and paste to the blog..
Wish me luck on this test run!
 

Singleton Farewells

This is my last day as a Misses. These are my last few hours as a singleton. Tomorrow I will be a Mrs. and life as I know it will change. I found out just a couple weeks ago that Veteran's day parade will be marching downtown the same time we are saying our vows and taking our first kiss. As Christina optimistically pointed out - there's a chance we'll hear the marching bands pass by. Personally, I'm hoping for bagpipes if something is going to be distracting. I'd like to take my chances and run out into the parade as it marches down Tejon, after the ceremony... have a real wedding march. My dad suggested we follow some old tradition and have Matt push me around in a wheel barrow... not sure about that one.
I'm feeling pretty calm right now - maybe I'll be a gusher on the day. Time will tell. I can't wait to be his wife - so no matter what happens tomorrow, as long as we're hitched, I'll be happy.

Wish us well. I'll be excited to share stories from the other side!

Lasts...

Today I attended my last service as a single at the church I have attended for 14 years! Matt and I will be going to his church in Denver...which is an entirely different kind of scene. I marked my little attendance card as "Miss" and checked the box for "single" (I then forgot to put it in the offering so the whole dramatic affect was really just for me).

Here is the final load up to Denver. I thought I'd just have a couple things to throw in the jeep for the ride up....

I had a really difficult time trying to figure out what to keep down here for this last week!

I said good-bye to my co-workers on Thursday. I was oddly emotional when the Chief asked for a hug and after I tripped and almost took a co-worker out at happy hour.

I meet my new co-workers on Monday...and Tuesday...before the time off for wedding. I have no idea what kind of work I'll be doing with this transfer to the Denver office. I am very fortunate to have slipped in right before the hiring freeze.

We'll see if I chicken out and drive in to work and pay ridiculously expensive parking prices for the first day, or if I brave it and ride the light rail in.

Big city livin' here I come!

Pillow Talk

Last night, after a load up to Denver and time with my fiance, I drove back to town, to my parent's house...where I will sleep for the next 11 single nights of my life. How ironic to go from a single, kid-sized bed, to a double....along side my sister. I'm going to focus on the positive - I have 11 nights to get used to sleeping next to someone else.

Go!Go!Go!

It's been crazy - wedding planning, moving, leaving my job. I feel like my brain never gets a break. There have been times where I've felt emotional - like up for a good cry, started a couple tears and then gotten distracted with something I need to do and don't even get to a good sob before I'm on to something else. The pinnacle of this insanity was the other week. Late night, early morning, late for work. GO!GO!GO!GO! I threw on my walking shoes, threw my work shoes in my bag, along with a granola bar for breakfast and my wedding planner (I feel lost without it). I race to work. I've got to get to court. I rip off my running shoes, throw on my work shoes....only to discover, to my horror! I grabbed two different shoes. Sure, they were both brown, but completely different. One with a bow at the toe, the other with swirly imprints. I ran to a co-worker's office to share the insanity. She was kind to offer her shoes, which I tried on and quickly declined, after feeling the warmth and moistness her foot left behind. I promptly strapped on my running shoes again, was out the door, back home to find a match. I am so excited to get settled into a calmer pace of life!