We had an absolutely lovely Thanksgiving. Mom and Dad just returned from Mexico, so I cooked every little thing. I don't mean to brag, but I did a decent job. I made this homemade cranberry sauce with poblanos and frescos that was just excellent. The turkey was a bit dry, but it must have been fine as there's none left. Several friends came over for dessert, which was great. I just love having people over.

I'm sure I don't always sound like it, but I'm so thankful for everything we have. I love my life. My kids are the best. My husband is a hunk. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

I took a little break from the gym but I was back at it this morning.

We actually went last night as well, to play basketball. I haven't played basketball in almost 30 years! I made a few baskets though.

I intended to go lap swimming last night, but no dice. Mondays and Wednesdays are water polo nights. Tuesdays and Thursdays are city swim team nights. Somewhere in there, the high school swimming and diving team practice too. I guess I'm not meant to reveal my lovely swimsuit-clad body to greater Cortez just yet.

Darren, Conor, and I went to Denver for a few days. I had to attend training. Darren and Conor went because hey, free room and gas! We watched the election results in the hotel that hosted the Colorado Democratic Party's victory celebration. It got kind of loud I guess--the party was on the news because people took to the streets in celebration--but I slept through the yelling.

I'm pretty happy about Barack. We got rid of Marilyn Musgrave here in Colorado, thank goodness. I don't understand why on earth proposition 8 passed in California.

We had a great time in Denver. I really love that place. We used mass transit a lot. Ate a ton. Saw my dear friend Niki and her family, which was great but too quick. Learned a lot at training. Don't want to go back to work tomorrow!

Anna didn't go with us because she didn't want to miss class. What a great kid. I'm just so proud of her.

I bought fancy makeup in Denver for my birthday. I don't know what's come over me. I haven't worn makeup in years and years. All of a sudden, I'm feeling the need. I look old and haggard and maybe makeup will help. Stupidly, it makes me feel better about myself when I wear it. Whatever. I'm going with it.