"Blow Your Prius Out Your Ass" And Other Observations

New job rocks - fellow teachers are warm, welcoming, and surprisingly funny. Students are smart and eager to learn. Starting to get teased for my feminist bumper stickers, which is always a good sign. Talked about my recent cosmetic surgery yesterday and no one judged me.

Old friends in Florida that are too busy to email all day? Kinda dead to me.

But wait a minute - they are toiling for a fat ass who doesn't appreciate them.

So they aren't quite dead to me after all.

Here, I am underpaid, but unlike in Hillsborough County - I am not overwhelmed and pissed off.

Best part? I bike to work.

Every. Single. Day.

I know. Thighs are looking *choice*.

Plus I don't have to gas up three times a week, feeding oil companies and auto makers, feeling all dirty and whore-like.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Fight terror, ride a bike.

Kiss *my* ass.

What else?

Hanging out with Hadassah ladies - the Jewish community here is great and I already feel like an integral part of the process. Even though I only just arrived.

Best part? More than a few fellow Heebs are from Boston and New York. So they relate to my quest for good mandel bread. And cultural, air-conditioned activities.

Even had fun at the local Democratic Picnic on Sunday. People talked to me and no one made fun of my hair.

Best part? I saw a real, live, locally-elected Democrat. And no wild animals.

Not counting my children.

Oh, don't get me wrong. Despite my neutral carbon footprint, new best friends, and elected officials who don't stare at my breasts - I still miss Florida.

I'm not loving Colorado more. Just hating it less.

That's all.