Denver, LA, Ignacio

I'm all over the damn place.  In my 48 hours in Anaheim I managed to go to two days of conferences, do my little presentation, quickly go see the beach on day 1 and zip through Disney for Mickey ears on day 2.  Travel seems so glamorous until you're in a Hyndai Accent and wiping your face with a sock.  I definitely met the creepy guy standards, wolfing down my hamburger in the parking lot of the world's most famous theme park.  I'd spent my entire lunch buying mouse hats and had no time for napkins.  And it was hot in that little car.  Sweaty, greasy, covered in ketchup--I may make the kids wear the hats at least an hour a day. 

Now I'm in Ignacio, CO and staying at the newly remodeled Sky Ute Casino.  This is Southern Ute country.   It's wide open spaces, snow-capped mountains, and people with a healthy respect for the environment.  This may be why everybody does their smoking indoors.  Hey, if I have to second-hand a carton a day so a bird may live, then so be it.  But I have a feeling my canary would have died a long time ago.

This is the picture of health...

That's me at Seal Beach in CA.  Other people wear suit jackets to conferences, but their Brooks Brothers doesn't come with a hood. 

Meanwhile, back at home...

"Quin wore big boy pants today.  And then getting him to wear a diaper to bed was a challenge.  So he is wearing a diaper with the big boy pants over the diaper.  I just hope he is excited about the pants in the morning."

Q, I hear you man.  Fashion faux pas or function fo shizzle?