Apparently, I'm a very picky person.

As of late, I've been complaining of my vision. Like I can't see things as clearly as I used to, or as from far away. And, the real kicker was, the other night, we're driving home from downtown Denver, and if you've ever been here, there's a really tall building that says "Qwest" on top in big (HUGE) blue letters. I'm looking at it, and it's just a big blur. I ask Rob, "Can you read the Qwest sign?" He's like, yeah, it's clear. That's what made me call for an appointment the next day.

So, I go to the optometrist today and get my eyes examined, dilated, the whole nine yards. And what's my Rx? Basically the least amount possible to have it actually be a prescription. Okay, I was an optician for 5 years, so maybe this is why I'm so picky, but come on- it's something that most people wouldn't even notice. So the doctor gives me the lenses to look through out the window to the parking lot, and I was like blown away by the difference! She just said that some people (me) are pickier than others when it comes to their vision. Anyways, for those of you who know how eyeglass and contact lens prescriptions, go... it's a quarter diopter- nothing significant, but apparently is going to make a world of difference for picky, little me. So, I'm going to get contacts in a week or so, and yay! I'll be able to see again!

We had our first kickball game against another team this week. It was a team of firefighters. Eeek. The pitcher on their team had a MEAN curveball. I mean, it hits the ground looking like it's coming right to you, then it has this gradual, but pretty crazy curve the other way, that still makes it a strike, but is hard to kick (plus there was a pile of mud by the home plate, and i was afraid of falling on my ass in that). Anyways, after fouling out once (rules are different in kickball than baseball by a little- you count 3 strikes, 4 fouls, and 4 balls, all separately), and striking out once, I had my first RBI. I didn't get on base, but I was able to get Rob home to tie up the game. Sweet. We ended up losing, and the mean, curveball, firefighter pitcher on the other team pulled his hamstring (sinisterly laughing right now). It was a blast though, and we met a few more people that will be on our team who are absolutely awesome. Some of us went out to Breckenridge Brewery after for a bunch of beers and some yummy all-you-can-eat ribs and/or pulled pork sammiches.

Wednesday night, we went up to Fadó for some pints and to listen (rather sing-along) to my favorite Irish pub performers, Brian and Brendan Clancy... They play/sing awesome Irish pub/drinking songs, in which if you don't sing along- you get picked on. And everyone claps and sings and has a good time. He totally busted me this week... A girl on our kickball team met us up there, so her and I were talking and Brian got pissed because I wouldn't shut up, so he made me get up on stage and play the drum... Pretty funny. Anyways, it was fun, and we had some good Irish beer. YUM!

Wow, so I'm all jacked up on caffeine right now, so I'm thinking this post won't make much sense, but who cares... I'm not the one that has to read this. ;)

I think tomorrow we're going to head up to Chief Mountain to do that hike with Dolan, (that's the hike we did with Ryan in May, and there was 4 feet of snow we weretrekkingg through for the majority of it) and then at night we're going to hang out with some fellow Red Sox fans to watch them play. Should be fun...

One sidenote, because I don't want to come off as a dumbass, I just ran spell check and can you believe that KICKBALL isn't in their dictionary? Sacrilege.