I'm Just A Girl Who Caint Say No . . .

Remember this car? Remember my mantra? It's a disturbing thing to discover that you really have no will power at all. On the bright side, no more "Chevron only" gas, no more chug, chug, chug between 40 and 55 mph, and no more walking away from the car, hearing a noise, and turning around in time to see all the windows rolling down and the sun roof opening. And this one is much less expensive than that Honda Crosstour I was eyeballing.

Speaking of no will power at all, here is our table full of pies. All Dave's. He was celebrating.

Tomorrow we head home. Good Bye vacation. Good Bye Denver. Good Bye On The Border. Although we will be bringing some of your fabulous chips and salsa home with us, we will miss you the most.

Amy Grant Has A New Fan

Bad picture, GREAT concert!!! I was not what you would call an Amy Grant fan before tonight. In fact, before tonight I could not have named a single song Any Grant has ever sung. So why did we get tickets, get dressed up and drive into downtown Denver on a Friday night to go to an Amy Grant concert? Well, because she was here . . . and we were here . . . so why not? We were close enough to the stage that I actually saw her change the capo on her guitar from the second fret to the fifth fret right in the middle of a song! She wowed me. She was delightful. I haven't laughed so much in a long time. In fact Dave turned to me sometime in the middle of the concert and said, "You're having fun, aren't you?" Yes I was, and I will be buying some Amy Grant CD's, oh, probably tomorrow.

We also went here today. The Denver Temple, which is in Centenial, not Denver, but still a welcome retreat for some quite thinking about . . .

This handsome man in his new suit and the car that we are NOT buying. No matter HOW much Dave begs and pleads, we are NOT coming home in a new car. That is my mantra and I'm sticking' to it.

From Way Out West in Denver . . .

I bring you the home of Margaret Brown, better know by her Titanic fans as "The Unsinkable Molly Brown". Here is the house she lived in right in the middle of downtown Denver. It is a beauty!

Here I am leaning over her balcony wondering what in the heck Dave's doin' down there, just as Molly must have done some 110 years ago.

And here is Dave not at all trying to look like Molly's husband, the well-to-do J. J. Brown. And you can see the gold plated top of the state capital building in the reflection in the window.

Funny what history will do to ya. Margaret Tobin Brown was never called Molly in her life. She was known only as Margaret or Maggie. It wasn't until Hollywood made a movie about her that her name was shortened to Molly. Now, what would have been wrong with "The Unsinkable Maggie Brown"? This dress shes' wearing was hand beaded in France and cost $2500.00 in 1900. Now, that's rich.

This is the entryway. It is to die for!! Well, the whole house is to die for, but this staircase???? Wow! We got to walk up it. You can, too, if you're so inclined to come to Denver.

This is Molly's bedroom. I always knew we were kindred spirits, Molly Brown and I. Her favorite color was green, just like you-know-who. And I'll bet her kids didn't give her crap about all the green in her house, either.

And the dining room. So pretty :)

This was an intriguing little unit. Different rooms in the house were listed on here and a servant, when she heard the servant bell ring, would look here to see which room in the house she should grace with her presence to answer the bell. Because if she showed up in the wrong room and at wrong time, she could be fired! I really, really want one of these. Maybe I'll buy one while I'm in Denver :)

Finally, Proof That He's Actually There . . .

Right there in that red spot. On the Island of Puerto Rico. That's where Drew is, just in case you were wondering. I was, so I looked it up. According to my co-worker and former Puerto Rican Missionary, Travis, it is the hottest place on the island. Lucky Drew.

And here he is in living color holding the flag of Puerto Rico along with someone whom I can only guess is his companion. Ahhhh the comfort of a photo. And now, with the reassurance that Drew is safe and happy, we are off to Denver!! See ya