Well that sounds fancy, but I feel that it raises expectations higher than necessary for this post....
It was busy. Lots of travel. I guess it was pretty good. Key points:
Cam quit crapping his pants and started preschool.
CJ officially started his X-games career by starting BMX racing, but then immediately broke his collarbone during a flag-football game.
I finished up at CU for my undergrad classes - which is good cause it almost caused "death by groupwork"
Chad further developed his Jedi mind tricks...he can levitate the X-wing out of the swamp now on the first try without Yoda calling him a Sally.
Lots of travels to weddings and everyone we know who didn't already have babies had one.
Climbed Little Bear...the toughest job you'll ever love.
I don't know...that was last year, I can't remember.
2011. And turning 37 (sunnuva!). Looking forward to a great year. If I can just stay out of the wheelchair. Speaking of that, I am going to see Bob tomorrow about my junky hip. Whatever. Mostly it's a scheduled meeting to get some pointers on my grad school interviews that are this weekend, but I needed a medical condition for it. He says I need to get the hip looked at since it's actually catching sometimes when I walk...perhaps this is not good. I thought I was being quite savy by easing myself back into soccer and tkd after sitting on my ass for August - December. It didn't work. Then I went bombs-away with the skiing. But it was EPIC this past week! Basically everything hurts all the time for the past month. Ibuprofen OD just to sleep. I have to have a serious talk with Bob...meaning I shall officially bestow upon him the responsibility for my body feeling good after tomorrow. I'm sure he'll accept the challenge. He really has no choice. Then I will inform him that he must commit to hiring me when I get out of grad school in three years.
My friend Sam from the UC Bearcat era who used to play for the Giants and Jets and recently coached for the Panthers is apparently coming along with John Fox to the Broncos as a DB coach. So...what I'm saying is...look for me on the sidelines during games and periodically grabbing Champ Bailey's heiny. I mean, I'll try not to when the camera is on, but I'm just sayin' it could happen. Let's, for a moment, consider this also as a prospective future job opportunity, shall we? Maybe I can meet everyone and be a PT for the Broncos and touch all of their heinies! (Sorry poo...but it's my job!) ha ha!
Naw, in all seriousness, I'm pretty nervous about even getting into grad school. Yes, I thankfully landed interviews at both Regis and CU, but acceptance is only about 25%. I'm historically gifted at interviewing, but have not done that for a good 8 years. Everyone is just saying "be yourself"...so hopefully I can just push the "filter" button on the pie-hole control panel and get through it without dropping an F-bomb. The part that ain't so hot is CU starts in June. Regis starts in August but is $28K more expensive...I'm having a hard time justifying $28K to have my summer off. Just a little...
Plan B is big trip to Europe that we've wanted to do for several years. The Haute Route trekking through the Alps from Chamonix to Zermatt. With climbs of Mont Blanc and the Matterhorn as bookends. I've been climbing at the gym and I'm reasonably comfortable on 5.8-5.9 now so that's pretty good for the girl with the bionic man-legs accompanied by wet noodles for arms. I really don't expect to get any better than that...but that's good enough for the Matterhorn. We realize the probability of us climbing Mont Blanc, trekking 70 miles and then getting up the Matterhorn over two weeks is pretty much like 1 percent logistically...but...it's the goal.
Plan C is get a job. What field is the question...do I keep trying to get into school and find a job as a PT office assistant or something like that...or do I go back to the dark side and dust off the CPA license? Hell...I'm not even going there until we are done with plan B...so...
We had a trip to CT planned for Chad's sister Kelly's wedding this past week. This would have been just fine except for the fact that the wedding was on 8/21 which is CJ's birthday, and then school started on 8/23. Hmmm. Well, gotta go, so make the best of it. Chad and I planned to head out a day early and take a day down in NYC for a Broadway show and some light sight seeing. Neither of us had been to NYC for a long time. Sounded fun.
I had a hard time motivating for packing, as evidenced by my last post, done on the day I was supposed to be packing...I had just taken the GRE the day before and I was completely mentally and emotionally wiped out. What I was also supposed to be doing was sewing a snap on my hooker outfit, or I really was going to look like a hooker. This got delayed until we were at our destination due to the above, but I did manage to round up the supplies and pack them. This will become pertinent later in the story.
We got up at 5am on Weds. Our flight was at 10-something. We still had some packing to do and wanted to beat rush hour traffic out the door. Mission accomplished. Had a layover in Minneapolis, everything went well. Only snafu was that I left the wheels for the car seat about 2 miles back in the terminal we offloaded into in the hallway next to the women's bathroom. Sleep deprivation, whattya expect? So Chad had to run back there to get it shortly before we were boarding for Hartford. I would have, but wan't feelin' so crackalackin'.
Got to Hartford without incident. Then made our way on the van over to Alamo rent a car. So far they had been great. We like the self-check-in kiosks so you can bypass all the 'tards waiting in line and then you get to go out and pick your vehicle, instead of being at the mercy of the set of keys you would get form the desk person...a la Avis. Well this time, Alamo struck out all in one swing. We got there, extremely tired, not excited at the prospect of a 1.5 hour drive to Milford...and...there...are...NO...cars in the lot! ALL of the cars were in the line to be checked back in. So we had to wait for them to unsnarl the pile and dig out a minivan, then wait for it to be cleaned, fueled, washed, etc. That took about 45 minutes. Ok...so now it's rush hour going through Hartford. Tack on an hour to the drive.
We finally get to the hotel (SpringHill Suites) and it's a dump. It is NOT what I would call a Suite, more like a hallway with furniture shoved into it. They lied about the beds and we got two full beds instead of two queens, there is peeling wallpaper, it smells, and black mold in the grout of the sink basin. Can't change rooms because it's full. At this point we were defeated and tired so we didn't even consider leaving...plus everyone else from the wedding was staying there (in better rooms) so we just took that one for the team. For some reason we needed to meet up with Kelly and Tobi and go out to dinner. We needed someplace quick. The kids were really a mess. We ended up at this totally weird Italian place. I didn't bring my phone so I couldn't take a picture, but the inside of it was like a mint sponge cave. It looked like someone took a drywall canon and blasted mint colored plaster all over the walls...AND we were the ONLY ones in there. WTF??? Whatever. We ate it. It apparently was terrible but I was so hungry I thought it was fine. We went back to the hotel. Except that as we were getting ready for bed we realized we forgot most of our toiletries...contact saline, shampoo, toothpaste, woolite clothes de-wrinkle stuff, etc...One last task...go to Walgreens.
The next day was our NYC day. Perhaps things will turn around? Well, not yet. I was trying to sew the snap on my blouse and ended up butchering it. Not only could I not line the snaps up right, but I actually cut a hole in it! Outfit plan B. It is at this time that I realize I forgot at least half of what I intended to pack. Well, at least I have a back up hooker outfit so I guess I'll go with it. Gram Kay and Gramps Charlie had been in NYC Wednesday night for the premier of Camp Rock 2, because Charlie's daughter, Alyson Stoner (google her, she's this whole phenomenon), is famous and is in the movie and is touring around with the Jonas Brothers. So they got home REAL late and weren't hippity hoppin' early to take the kids. Finally around 11am we got a hold of them and finished getting everything ready to go. We had to pack all of our stuff for the evening into a backpack to carry around since we had no home base in NYC. We were going to change at the restaurant into the hooker/pimp clothes...
We walked out the door at about 11:50 and Kay handed us a train schedule for Stratford train station. OH, the train leaves at 12:12...we'd better bust some ass to get there. We hit a Walmart on the way there and decided we needed some water and SPF for the day. I thought this would be a 3-5 minute affair...nope. You know all those people on the "people of walmart" website? Well, they were all there and all happened to be at the checkout at the same time as me. It took about 10-12 minutes and when I got out we had about 5 minutes to get over there and get tickets and get on the train. Fat chance. Not like it was a huge deal, another train comes in an hour. But it wasn't an express...you have to stop at every dumb station along the way on the regular train. So we get to the station and see no train, so we're stoked. Park, run all the way back to the street to cross sides of the tracks, hurry up buy tickets for $50...ready. Whew! Well, it was just then that we started hearing grumbles from teh waiting crowd. Word was that the train was down and wasn't coming anytime soon. Aw hell. So I get on the iPhone and start trying to figure out what our options are. This really loud classic NYC black dude comes over and wants info STAT. He doesn't believe what I'm reading and wants to read it himself. Warnings are going off in my brain over this, but I just let him anyway...seems fine enough. I let him mess around for info on my phone for a few minutes. He's yelling about this and that, thrashing around the station interrogating everyone for information. Then we notice this tiny little lady next to us interjecting, as if we need an interpreter...The whole scene is highly humorous...Finally after about 15 minutes, some tall businessy looking dude says buses are coming to get us and take us to Stamford train station, which is 30+ miles away, south of the trouble. We say screw that...we're driving. Who wants to go? About 8 people raise their hands...loud guy and tiny lady have been sorta our crew on this so we say we're taking them. Here we go. Meet Darren and Maureen our new posse.
We have no idea where we are going, so Chad is driving and we get the same thing...Darren yelling out stuff with Maureen quietly interjecting in between rants. We're on the road for a few miles and we get this: NYC accent:"YO DUDE! I don't know how you roll, but I gotta tell ya that needle is on E!" We look down, and sure enough...no gas. It's Kay & Charlie's rental...not ours, we didn't even look at the gage. So we need to drop Darren off at a different exit (which he failed to mention when we were picking people for the ride) so we'll get gas there. It's like 5 miles away. Well this all seems really easy, but the gas station is about half mile in off the highway. If you have not experienced this area in a car, I'll tell you that there is more traffic than you could ever imagine - e.g. you don't want to get off the highway - and the gas process/dropping off Darren takes at least 30 minutes. We say our goodbyes to Darren (I sorta liked him and was sorry to see him go, really, who wants to get rid of the entertainment?) So we settled in for our last 20 miles with Maureen. We had a typical convo up to Stamford. She was acting all along like she really knew where she was going, but when we got off the Stamford exit...nada. We were sorta drifting around trying to find signs to the train. Got it. One last left...turn...SHIT! CHAD! Missed getting smoked by a car coming around the bend the other way by about 20 feet. Note to self: Green arrows in CT do not mean the same thing as in CO...FYI. Traffic is not stopped on the other side...
We pulled into the first garage and parked and were all a little bit shaken up. Personally, I would just feel better if we could get on the GD train to NYC...So we go in, great, there's an express train in 10 minutes. Exchange our tickets and we're good to go. Oh, maybe I should pee...Maureen? Do we have time? Yeah, lets go quick. So we go in/out in about 2 minutes and come out to find Chad saying we need to run to catch it. We run down the steps and the doors close right as we get there, like in the movies. It was a few minutes EARLY and did not wait any longer than it usually would (which is about 30 seconds). So I just about blew a gasket. I hit this metal thing on the train platform, which made a really loud noise but didn't really hurt since I'm used to punching stuff, but seemed to alarm everyone, heh. I went back up to the station and sat down on the floor. I was sitting there all pissed off and then Maureen decides to tell me that I shouldn't feel bad because she's there to see her mom in the hospital who got in a car accident yesterday. Thanks Maureen. Well that makes me feel much better. Now I feel selfish in addition to everything else - frustrated, homesick, stressed, stupid.
Anyhow, the next train came a half hour later. We finally got on the damn train and it's like 2pm. The train ride was pretty uneventful. I was just happy to be going somewhere and not to a hospital, whether it was for me or my mom or whatever...We got to Grand Central at about 3:00 or so. Maureen hooked us up with the train line schedule and showed us how to read it so we wouldn't eff everything up on the way home. Then she got us out on 42nd st. and on our way pointed toward Times Square. She was extremely nice. We exchanged e-mails but I haven't written to her yet. I will.
Chad and I walked the 4 or so blocks to Times Square and decided we needed brew immediately. We were a mess. First thing we saw was Hard Rock, so we went in there and mellowed out a bit. We were finally there, what's next? We promptly found a nice tee shirt stand and bought everyone in the family your classic cheap white "I <3 NY" tee shirts for $3 each. We decided that we were going to go up to the Top of the Rock (30 Rockefeller plaza, e.g. NBC headquarters) because Maureen said it was pretty cool. We walked over there and, It was cool. Well done, 30 Rock! They sold time-slot tickets and thus closely monitored how many people were up there so there wasn't a huge line to stand in anywhere and there was plenty of space when we got to the top. There is a whole mall underneath 30 Rock, so we went to the bathroom and got some Starbucks while we were waiting. I think our time was 5:05. We had reservations at the Redeye Grill at 5:30 and at this point who cares? We didn't even bother to call and cancel we were so over the "schedule". Chad's friend had recommended this place called Blue Fin in the W Hotel which was on our way back to Times Square, so that was the new plan.
Ok, so this video sorta stinks. I am still getting the hang of the new little baby recorder. I went too fast around...but you will still get the idea of the vastness of NYC, which left me awestruck...
Luckily, nobody eats in NYC as early as 5:45, so we got right in and sat down without a reservation. They were going to have live jazz music later in the evening, and had a really cool bar area, but we had bigger fish to fry and had to get in/out. We ordered and took turns taking the backpack into the restroom to change and get prettied up. I felt good in the plan B outfit. Really good. It was somewhat sparkly (actually the big joke is that it has a sequined strip down the middle vertically in a black/silver alternating chevron pattern which creates the illusion of a runway going from head down to the crotch area) and I had my black skinny jeans and 3.5" heel ankle boots on. Got my makeup on ramped up to level streetwalker. Got my hair out of the bun it had been cooking in all day. I felt like I belonged there...which was cool. Chad had his cute little plaid shirt on and his dark True Religion jeans and he looked great. (I'm his stylist) The atmosphere was exactly what we wanted...non-tourist trappy, trendy, sorta dim and sexy. I wish I had the waitress take a pic of us, or that I took a pic of the place, but the flash would have disturbed people. The sushi was fantastic....we were happy. We got out around 7pm and started making our way back toward times square and the theater. Curtain call was 8pm for The Lion King at the Minskoff Theater.
Admittedly, I did a bad job on the pics. Oh well. I am not as stoked on that as I used to be and it shows.
No pics were allowed inside, so I'll just say that the show blew our minds. It was perfect. Like listening to a soundtrack. It was just unbelievable all the crap that was constantly flying around that stage. The adaptations to take the story from cartoon movie to stage were done in the coolest way imaginable. I want to take the kids when it comes back to Denver. It won't be as good...but it's ok, it's for the kids.
SO we came outta there all happy and sorta wanting something to do. We thought about finding a pool hall. Neh. We decided it would be romantic to go to the top of the Empire State Bldg in the dark to see the lights. We had delusions of our hair blowing in the breeze and sharing a few kisses, like in the movies. We walked the 8-9 blocks down the the building. My feet held up well on the way down. Then we got there and had to wait. And wait...and wait...Lines everywhere. No organization. Totally the opposite from 30 Rock. We finally got to the top and there were so many people up there than we could barely move. Basically it sucked. But we gave it a try. Then we had to walk back and my feet started to hurt a little bit...but it was a nice night and I was a 6' tall sexy sparkly amazon with an arrow pointing to my crotch. So I just ignored it and kept walking around like I owned the place.
This was the best outside pic I got because the exposure on our night setting is really long and it's hard to hold the camera steady enough.
So you might think Oh, that's a happy end to the NYC story...but it's not over. We wasted a little time shopping back in times square and then decided around midnight that we needed to head out. We got to Grand Central and looked up at the board. Oh good, there's an express leaving...now...just as we started walking toward the tunnel...the board flipped to "departed". Shit. So now we have to run over here to this not express one or else wait another hour for the last express train out of the city for the night. We got on with no time to spare. Then some drunk girls sat down in the seat across from us. At first they were good entertainment. But we got sick of them saying the same things over and over for a half hour and decided they were "grenades, man". (anyone watch Jersey Shore? Me neither, but that phrase stuck with me as pretty damn funny the one time I did see it) The one girl was even a double grenade. She would intermittently pass out in mid-sentence. Then we had, guy who storms in and starts yelling at everyone because his door did not open at his stop and he missed it. Then we had drunk lady who decided she wasn't paying and argued a little bit with the ticket guy until she finally just laid down and ignored him.
So 18 stops later...we get back to Stamford. It's like 1:00 in the morning. We walk over to the parking garage to find it locked. There's a number to call if you need your car out. We call it. They guys says he's coming down. Nobody comes. Then Chad goes over to the next parking garage (where we were supposed to park) and talks to that guy. He comes over and says...well this guy is just sitting up there in that building (we parked in an office building garage). So he calls and sends us up there. We pay 28 dollars, sign all these forms, and the guy lets us out. Then on the way home it even took us like 20 minutes to pull off the highway and get McDonalds. There were three REALLY long lights between us and that damn McDonalds and we had to stop at all of them both ways. We got home at like 2am and collapsed. Cameron woke up at about 6am the next day.
Then CJ got sick. This was beach day, but I had to sit in the hotel room all day with him. He had a fever. I was so bored that I visited every single website I could think of to visit short of resorting to porn. We also missed the rehearsal dinner which was on the beach and a lovely dinner of various New England style seafood. The scoop was that the food was really good, but the no-see-ums and flies were out and everyone was complaining about that. I was sorta glad I missed that. I mighta had a hissy about it. I am not high maintenance, but one thing I ask is low numbers of insects while I am eating. AND I missed all the fun, everyone got shitfaced and was singing. I was very lucky to eat the leftover poo poo italian food from weds night. I still didn't think it was THAT bad. Maybe because nobody fed me the whole day again.
Then it was Saturday. CJ's birthday! Kelly's wedding! The things we've been waiting for! We didn't have anything planned for CJ's birthday, so in the morning I took him to Walmart and let him pick out a toy. Then we came back and loaded up the crew (Travis, Josh, Jaime, me, Chad, Cam, CJ) and went to...God help us...Chuck E Cheese. I have managed to avoid Chuck E Cheese up to this point in my life...but we didn't have anything else on deck...so we went. We bought $50 of tokens and made it our mission to get as many tickets as we could. We ended up with about 1400 between all of us and we thought that was good, but then CJ got about $12 of crap for it. Oh well, he had fun and the pizza actually wasn't bad. Having actual coke tasted good since I don't drink that much anymore.
Travis had been in Alaska all summer so he looked especially special...this is the trimmed beard. He had a full Jeremiah Johnson going when he first arrived.
Josh...don't ask me why I found it amusing to take pics when they were in this bubble thing.
Jamie seemed to be having more fun than all of us. And might I add, that she got the high score on the basketball game...*applause*
CJ was drawn to this like a moth to a flame...and was then promptly disappointed when all it did was go up and down a little bit. LAME.
Now this thing was pretty wicked cool.
I personally think that CJ had the most fun shoving the tickets into the ticket eater/counter thing:
All I have to say is, thank the Lord they didn't have the little robot band at this Chuck E Cheese. That might have sent me over the edge *again*
So we had to go home and clean up for the wedding. It was at 4:30 at a beach about 20 minutes away from the "suites" in Guilford, CT. I was glad it was casual. A thin layer of clouds came in and there was a comfortable breeze. That made it perfect on the beach.
The wedding was beautiful with Long Island Sound as the backdrop. Tobi and his friends had constructed this cool little area earlier in the day. It was farfegnugen...German engineering. (Tobi is German)
Here's all the siblings. I thought this was a great pic:
At the end of the ceremony Tobi serenaded Kelly with a song on his guitar. It was so sweet. I was trying to think of what the equivalent was on my wedding day...uh...maybe some quotes from Billy Madison such as "want to touch the hiney" and an ass grab. Let's just say these are different types of men we're talking about here...
Oh, and this is when Cameron started to come down with a fever.
We picked up the beach and moved to dinner. It was at this cute restaurant at the marina called The Stone House. This place was fantastic. Atmosphere, setting, service, food...all wonderful. Highly recommended. It was packed, but we had a private room in the back. Cam started feeling bad, so I ran to the nearest Walgreens to get some Tylenol. We brought in his car seat and he curled up in it in the corner of the room. He pretty much skipped dinner, but then the sorbet came out and he ate two of those and perked up a bit.
Josh and Melissa: "You're next...aren't you excited?" (Their wedding is in a few weeks in Toledo)
This was funny...Tobi has never heard of the shoving the cake in the face thing and was confused by all the cheering when he got ready to feed Kelly the cake.
The next day we had to leave around 8am to get up to Hartford airport. Everything was going ok until we got to the infamous Alamo station. We pulled in and it was raining. The girl comes up after we sit there ten minutes and says..."sorry, my gun is dead so you have to check out in the office...sorry for the inconvenience". So after we unload all our crap and the kids and drag it over to the office we are behind like 8 people to do this. Wait 20 minutes. Alamo is officially fired. We finally get to the airport...which I might add...Hartford airport is my favorite airport that I've ever been through...it is set up really well, it's not crowded, and they play classical music over the speakers to chill you out. I didn't mind hanging out there for 1.5 hours before our flight.
We ended up being delayed about 45 minutes from the rain. Great. We have a 55 minute layover in Atlanta to catch our Denver flight. We get to ATL and literally have to run to the next gate - of course we had to change terminals which involved a stupid train/whatnot. ATL airport might be my least favorite airport. The place was so packed that I had to hold CJ's hand the entire time so he wouldn't get swept away in the crowd. Chad was carrying a laptop bag AND the carseat with Cameron sitting in it. I couldn't believe he held up through that...but he always amazes me with his strength/lbs. ratio. We walked up to the gate just as they were announcing final boarding call. whew. Now would our bags make it? Unlikely.
We got to Denver and were delighted to get our bags. We then had to deal with Wallypark. We used to love Wallypark but now they must have cut vans so they now suck. They are fired. We decided that for short trips we're parking in the garage from now on. For long trips we're just going to hire a Towncar to drive us in and pick us up. We're done with this parking BS.
Finally we got home around 7:30pm...no food in the house. Here's a juice box and an apple. School starts the next day...damn. That was some trip...and no, I do not want to do it again...
Here I sit. Drinking a Session. Listening to the pants-less wonder Lady Gaga. Procrastinating on writing lab report and/or studying for my exams next week. Urge to post strikes me.
Let's see...testing for high red belt tomorrow. That's exciting, but what I really want is deputy black, which comes in May, granted I do not have a major injury...then...I...get...weapons! I don't know why, but I have not felt very "bad-ass" thus far as a tae kwon do student...but once I get my hands on those weapons, man...then that's something...then I am a bad ass. That, for some reason, is currently more important to me than getting to my black belt. Black belt...meh, nothing really changes - you just have the status symbol...Geez I sound like Bode Miller about the olympic medals...don't tell Master Kim...
Exams next week, which will pretty much seal my fate for A or B...as I have a low A or high B in both classes. Who cares. I've been giving a half-hearted effort this semester. The important thing to note is that I revisited the Regis U website recently just to see how their PT grad school prereqs compare to CU's...I hadn't checked it out in years...and the bad news is, their program is $30K more, but the good news is, it's a shorter program and I can probably apply as soon as I do my GRE and the psych classes I was planning on taking anyway over the summer over the internet. Score! The tricky part is going to be if I don't get into either program...uh...then what dude? I'ontevenknow... Speaking of PT, I haven't been hurt in a while and I sorta miss Bob. I found myself thinking...oh, I fell skiing the other day and my shoulder really hurts, maybe I should go see Bob - rather unnecessarily. I'm sure I'll see him soon enough...
So I'm sitting here in textbook jail hell and realizing that ski season is running short. Damn! I don't know if it's tkd, my fat skis, or just hours on the snow or what, but I am just KILLIN' it the past few seasons. For some reason a late in life skiing breakthrough here. Plus we got CJ skiing blues, bumps, trees pretty well this season. He'll be skiing the nasty with us soon.
The fact that ski season is almost over is ok I guess, that just means climbing season is upon us! And boy oh boy do I have plans for this season. Snow climbing snow climb snow climb on the brain. Snowmass, that other half of the Maroons and possibly the traverse, a bunch o Indian Peaks, Meeker, The Loft on Long's, etc...all snow all the time. Once ski season is over Chad and I are going to try our hand at AT backcountry. I need to take revenge on Apache Peak, and an AT trip is just the ticket since they don't open the gates up at Brainard Lake until May. The shop down the street rents out the gear... AT boots, skis, skins...we're all over it. If we like it, we'll earn a nice dividend at REI this year and it will open up a lot of possibilities for winter mountaineering. Prob. mid-April on that report.
Soccer...getting my groove back after the bad fall. Quick feet, fast sprints, sore hamstrings. Outdoor starts Sunday. I'm stoked.
Cam is turning 3 next month and that's freaking me out. We signed him up for Montessori preschool in the fall. He's frickin' hilarious. Of course I think so, he's mini-me. CJ is doing good in first grade...reading writing, math, etc. Loves the math. He sits there and says "this is so FUN" while doing his math homework...GOD please can he NOT be an accountant...anything but an accountant! He's also going to try flag football this spring. We'll see pretty quickly if he's going to follow his namesake or not...Chad's had him running routes and also passing for a year now. He plays football with his friends every day at recess. Let's just say the kid could play Madden if he wanted to...he knows all the plays.
I post a lot of my random daily thoughts now on Facebook. Seems to be where all the cool kids hang out. (I still refuse to join Twitter)...Anyhow, today I thought..."timing is everything". If you think about it, it's really true. Think of how many things would be different in your life now if the timing of meeting people or being in certain places or when things happened were different...whoa. Major argument for destiny or karma or whatever there...
School is out. I am still resting my leg. So I'm here hanging out in kiddie-land with nothing great to do except boring housewife type activities...clean, laundry, transport service to camps and activities, cooking/feeding, repeat. What do I look like, Mary F-in Poppins?
Naw, I guess it's nice to have a little down time, albeit extremely against all that I find true and pure and good and interesting in the world. It's only been 5 days since I was standing on the top of Pikes Peak wondering if I was actually in the process of killing my husband or not...Already bored? Yup.
Friday is going to be what I hope is interesting. We're going to do a 4th class route called "Freeway" on the 2nd Flatiron. It's 800 or so vertical feet of supposedly fun solid class 4 rock. I'm pumped for it. Light and quick travel for a change. I am also hoping Chad's leg will be ok. He tore a part of some little muscle behind your knee on the Y. He's been worked over by Bob's boxcutters and says it's feeling good and he thinks he'll be good to go.
He'd better, cause I've been making friends with a girl on Summitpost who I can actually look up to, in a climbing sense, and is accepting applications for new partners, but we keep having scheduling malfunctions. I told her I MIGHT have Friday available, but if Chad was ok I'm going with him and she's not invited on that because it's with Chad and I want him to myself. Then Chad calls me today and tells me he invited his friend Mark from work. Mmmmk. Maybe he thinks I'll push him off since Pikes Peak didn't do the job and wants witnesses...but MAN, it was SO CLOSE!
We're also gearing up to head home for our summer visit. 3 weeks in prime snow climb season hanging out in Ohio just about makes me want to cry...but we will be busy. First we drop off the kids in T-dump and jet over to UNC/Chapel Hill for Chad's MBA graduation. I will have a day to burn while they do wrap-up classes, so I'm trying to find something outdoorsy to check out. That could be fun. Then we head home for time at the infamous "cottage" on Posey Lake, MI...then some hanging out at the freMont, and some fun activities arranged for my parents' 40th wedding anniversary. Also my niece's baptism. Debating whether or not to take the golf clubs home. I think I just might go on a golfing bender while we're home. I never get to golf here, and I won't have anything else to do there, so why not? $25 baggage fee might be why not, but...we'll see.
Ugh. I have to buy some sort of mid-fancy but still casual summery garment to wear to all of these mid-fancy but still casual level summer functions. I hate the mall. YET, that's where you'll find me some evening this week.
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