Hey! I’m Rosie. Welcome to my little corner of the internet. Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee? A shot of really good tequila?
So yeah. I guess you want to know something about me since you did click on the About page and all. Well, I’m 32 and live in Denver’s Lower Highland neighborhood with my hot boyfriend Kevin and our super spoiled furry buddy Hendrix. I also call him Biggie Purrs, so don’t get confused. Biggie Purrs is his solo act, Naughty by Nature is his rap group because for real, yo: this cat is seriously naughty, particularly when he’s hungry.
I’m orginally from the coolest city in the whole state of Virginia: Charlottesville! Weee! And noooooo. I’ll never move back there. Ummm, probably never. I love Colorado as high as each and every one of its peaks, but I guess I do still have a wee soft and tender spot in my heart for the South in all its humid glory. And the beach. Oh, how I MISS THE EFFING BEACH!
Mainly, though, this blog is usually about how much the state of Colorado rocks. In fact, I’m slightly nervous that you’ll read all about the fabulous life in Denver and want to pick up and move here, and damn, this city sure as hell doesn’t need any more people jamming up its traffic and taking all its jobs. Unless you’re really cool and like bourbon. Then we can be friends when you get here!
Other stuff you should know? I sin, swear, and imbibe. I also run, practice yoga, play disc golf, snowboard, hike, backpack, and watch Oprah. I’m not entirely naughty. I’m just nicely balanced.
Lastly, I am a natural redhead - carpet, drapes, and all. I think this explains a lot. They don’t call me rosalicious for nothing!
(Not entirely true. The name rosalicious is really compliments of my friend Sarah…so, props to Sarah!)
Thirsty yet? Comment below or contact me at turner.rosie [at] gmail [dot] com and we’ll see what we can do about that.
I do love me some happy hour.
What are “drapes”?
Ha ha, Jess! I just saw this comment!
First and foremost, the word “drapes” was thrown in there to make the sentence flow better. Cadence, you know.
But if I had to break it down, drapes would be more apt for the fuzzies “down below”, as they are more of a covering mechanism.
Carpet might be arm, leg, and head hair…the stuff that keeps ya warm!
(Actually, funny that you’re talking about this and that you used that phrase, because I was watching Season 1 of The Office tonight and they used the “carpet and drapes” thing, and it occurred to me that carpet is, you know, what’s “down there,” and drapes are the hair on your head. You know, because it hangs down. I recommend The Office. A LOT.)