Did you miss me? I didn't really go anywhere.

Happy Friday! And happy, er, October. Uh, happy this blog isn't totally dead, it just appears that way! I wish I had something exciting to tell you about why I haven't been around much. I wish I could tell you I was pregnant or that I had been one of 16 people selected to participate in a series of televised events and had to keep it a secret, but I think I just straight-up didn't blog for, like, a long time. Not as many people checked in with me to make sure I wasn't dead, so at least you've come to terms with my slacking. In any case! I am going to try to do better, and seeing as we're coming right up on NaBloMo you can expect much more from me starting in a couple weeks. Daily Liz!

There are all these little posters hanging up along major streets in Denver. They are fairly small and make with really cheesy stencils and spray paint. They simply say: Ron Paul 2008. For a couple weeks we kept forgetting to look up who this Ron Paul was and we hypothesized that perhaps he was running for class president at the local high school, or maybe it was part of an advertising campaign for some show or band. But when we finally looked it up, it turns out he is running for president...of the United States. The joke is on us though, because Krista pointed out that "Ron Paul" is one of the top internet searches, so ha ha his stupid trick worked. Which raises the question: do you have handmade Ron Paul signs in your neighborhood? Do they also look like they were made by second graders?

We are in the midst of a burrito war at work. Every day the burrito man comes to the office and the receptionist announces his arrival and office people go running to get their morning burritos. I'm not much of a burrito person in the morning, at least not on a daily basis. But don't try to take the burritos away from these people, because they will tear you up. So the burrito man is sort of a staple here. But then! There was a burrito lady! And the announcement would come that the burrito lady was here, and then later that the burrito man was here. Did he suspect something? Did people like the burrito lady better? She eventually stopped coming, and I suspect it was from heavy influence by the burrito man and his band of burrito enforcers. You would think this would warn people off the burrito territory. But today an announcement went around from a coworker, who was--you guessed it--selling burritos of her own. Because I don't go for the burritos and because the kitchen is out of my view, I keep track of the burrito war purely by announcements and emails alerting me of the current burrito status. But today when the burrito man came, a half hour or so after the coworker announced her new business venture, there was silence. Then his arrival was announced again. Let's just hope he doesn't find those stray tinfoil wrappers in the trash.