this is a test from the future....2024 to see if this blog still works

new garden tool that seems to make the yard work easier

I got waited on and cooked for and pampered. Salmon pinwheel with lobster, yum.

Hey... isn't that

She shoots.....

Little choppy at the beginning... aubri ends up steeling the ball, then putting a move on another girl on her way to a goal. She put on a clinic on Saturday - 6 goals.

They call me the beekeeper

The Diva Bee's are officially 16-1. Aubri scored another 6 goals on Saturday.

Must be the coaching....

egg-static

Happy Easter

I don't usually recommend products....

 But I'm telling you to try this Apothic Red and 7 Deadly Zins wine.
Good Cheap Wine.

June 2009 Good Times!!!

Boan, Amy, and Friend

Sign, Sign, everywhere a sign..........

And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"

So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him 

why……….?

BFB

Snowday

This is what a snow day looks like in Colorado Springs for a 23rd of  February, 2012 AD 

PS: Creative blogging is what I do when I have a snow day off and should be cleaning, washing, or doing homework. 

Notice the special "chilling" effect the artist conveys as the (obviously very talented) photographer chose a special *lens and shot the scene from inside a cold 1994 Subaru through a slightly dirty cold wet windshield with an ever so small sliver  of the vehicle's hood peeping from the bottom of the picture. 

for extra credit: What does this picture say about Colorado Springs? America? Old people with cell phones? The education system past and present? The republican debates? Unemployment?

National Debt? Bilingual persons? Marijuana laws ?  

* Metro PC Samsung prepaid phone (no contract) 

A neighbor of ours, an older woman with a spritely black dog, stopped by our house last night. Knocked. When was the last time someone unexpectedly knocked on our door? Ever? She had brought with her a bright red bag. Inside of this bag, beneath layers of oh-so-fun paper, was a stuffed wolf pup. Every year that she loses a friend, she explained, she adds a new little one to her Christmas list. We have no tree, no flashy lights nor tasty tinsel, but it sure feels cozy and Christmassy over here. :)

Occupy Living Room Couch

Learning from the amateur mistakes of occupy-protestor-predecessors, this young protestor made sure to clearly and loudly delineate his demands: warm milk. a chest rub (with lots of swirls, hearts, stars). an original song (about him) sung softly. a fancy-ass white noise machine to fill the air with sounds of the ocean, his ancestral home. And most importantly, the ultimate goal of his protest, a long-ass nap on the living room couch. Amen brother. Yell and you shall be heard.

Moment of zen.

Mulled wine and risotto - thanksgiving must-haves.

another saturday night in FloMo

Giant Flying Turd

AP Nov 13 2011. The 13th day of November proved unlucky for a quiet Colorado neighborhood. In the midst of another extreme windstorm typical of this area, residents woke up on a Sunday morning to find a GIANT FLYING TURD!!! The look of terror on the faces of these flamingos says it all.

Hard to comprehend...

To preface, and while it goes without saying - I'm by no means a world class endurance athlete. That being said, I've done a couple of marathons, a handful of triathlons and a dozen other races of varying distances. So tonight I went up to the local high school football field to do some "speed work"... just work on doing some sprints, get the heart rate up, work on the 'fast twitch' muscles if you will, etc., So for kicks, and using my GPS watch to measure my time, and the football lines to measure the distance - I took off on a flat-out-100-yard-sprint... goal to goal, with the wind at my back on a brand new AstroTurf field. I wanted to see how fast I could run it. I'm pushing.. and when I'm about half way my quads are aching, I'm even throwing in audible grunts every few strides as I am REALLY trying to let it rip for 100 yards straight, leave it all out there, etc. I even start to fade with about 20 yards to go but notice this an hit the pedal again, knowing I can rest once I cross the opposing goal line. Right as I cross the line, marking 100 yards - I stop my watch .. I proceed to put my hands on my head and walk around in a meandering circle as I struggle to even out my breath again. My lungs are burning, and with every heart beat it seems that my vision also blurs. When I look down at my watch, I ran a 100 yards at a "pace per mile" of 4:37 ... meaning if I could carry on that pace for 1 mile, I'd run the mile in 4:37. Not too bad. Then I read this....

"...Geoffrey Mutai won the 26.2 Mile NYC Marathon, finishing with a time of 2:05:06. It was something of a spectacle for the thousands of fans who lined the city's streets to witness what Mutai accomplished. He averaged a 4:47-per-mile pace over the course of 26.2 miles"

un-bee-lievable.