Thursday, January 18, 2007

Catching Up ..

Not much going on here. Zeb died in my arms on Nov. 4. Dave started his one-year deployment Dec. 4 and left the state to train in Southern California on Jan. 4, I tore the UCL in my left thumb skiing on Jan. 29 and have been out of commission since that time, had surgery Jan. 10 and got a cast put on it today. Hopefully skiing will be in my immediate future!

I've been told I've been pretty lazy about writing ramblings and one of my non-resolutions this year is to log onto this blog no less than once a week to babble incessantly about the most inane items. It'll be like you're listening to talk radio .... only better!

This picture was taken in early December with four good friends up in the mountains. We were doing some backcountry skiing around one of the 10th Mountain Division Huts and found a log upon which to place the camera for a self-timed pic. We got dumped on for the two nights we were up there, drank plenty of Hut Slushies, ate more food than one could possibly imagine and had a freakin' blast! We had the whole hut to ourselves with a large group of friends (they were skiing elsewhere when this shot was taken). Basically you pile all your gear, food & sleeping bag into a backpack and head into the wilderness. For those of you who think "roughing it" is a hotel without room service, this is NOT for you!

Ok, I'm outta here. Too much food & drink during the holidays. I must work out after work daily or I'll never be able to wear anything but sweats again.

Bit O'Brazil

NOTE: This is from last September while I was in Brazil...

So, in addition to the organizing committee ignoring us about the fact that
we have needs for 34 rooms for the finals and us having to spend all day
hunting down a hotel that has room in the inn for us (btw … France also had
the same issues because they also have extra room needs), going on a joy
ride through the streets of Sao Paulo to get to the arena tonight with a
brake-happy driver (I think we may have been on two wheels at one time
also), arriving to the arena only to find that there were about 100 people
hanging out ready to watch the practice, music started playing just now as
Anne was trying to talk to the players. I look around for someone to ask
about having the music turned off (thinking, silly me, that the sound is
coming from within the Thunderdome), when Horovitz turns to me and says,
“you know there’s a rock concert next door tonight, right?”

“WHAaaaaaat the???”

“I think it’s actually in the parking lot.”

But of course it would be.

Oh yeah, and the bus stalled on the way to the gym.

You can’t make this sh*t up!