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Thursday, December 27, 2012

Festivus in the 801

Next year we will get a real tree--Thanks to Nonna for the presents!
Much joy and happiness has been abounding as it has been dumping snow here in the 801.  The Dman went for his first ski (thanks to our awesome Chariot pressie from Gramma and Grampa!). We made it about 30 minutes up the Millcreek road before things went south. We are definitely looking forward to more snow activities with the little dude.

On the presents front--Drewster gave us the Cooks Illustrated Science of Good Cooking. Yes total nerdiness but so awesome. Woody leafed through a few pages and declared the tome must be added to his culinary library. The book is great but the super awesome gift from Uncle Drewster was cooking Xmas dinner for a crew of 12. All I had to do was make rice and salad. Taking on the work and stress of cooking dinner was a fantabulous gift! All that on top of cleaning the whole 1st floor before the guests came over (after a big day of Xmas skiing at Alta).

The Woodies and J9's cousins came over for xmas dinner. 17-year-old Ethan and 11-year-old Piper were total champs and there was much cross examination of both kids and parents (The Hubs and I are always curious to get tips on how to make good kids).  The Jowegawas made it too. While we definitely missed our family--it was so great to do Dman's first Christmas in the 801 with some of our most favorite-est peeps in the 801, the Boulder Uncles--and our new friends from Seattle.

We went total Italian styles---using every available table (including a laundry table) and chair (including the piano bench) to just accomodate as many people and as much food as possible.
J9 serving it up
Tom Jow, and Seattle cousins Piper, Eric and Michelle
The day after Christmas I went on my first ski tour in 2 years! What a shit show. Dave and Drew basically took care of all my details and Dave even drove up the canyon. Woody was actually patient and Tom Jow picked a great spot to ski. I was dreading going--nervous about my knee--nervous about being slow--feeling crappy and tired...But once we were skinning I was brimming with pure psyched-ness to be out.  I really wanted to document the occasion (As Erin says--if there are no photos blogged--it didn't happen), but it was all I could do to keep myself together.  And it was one of those times where I was just happy to be in the moment and that was enough.

It was a blast to make some turns and in true hero form Drewster peeled off early with me.  In addition, there is always the "will I remember how to even ski?" factor (which sentiment was articulated by my friend Shannon--and so resonant) but even that ended up ok too.

Hope everyone had a great Chanumasivuszaa and here's to the WELCOME RETURN OF WINTER!




Sunday, December 23, 2012

All we want for Christmas...

All we want for Christmas are more visitors!!

BROakfast

















Dman has been loving the recent spate of visitation.

 Aunt Lizzie stopped over to give the Dman a candy cane (striped hat) and then Uncles Drewster and Davebro flew in from CO for the hollydaze.


Thanks for the candy cane hat Aunt Lizzie



A little Sloaners time too!










Sloaners forgot her hat so Dman gave her one to borrow so our awesome nanny could take them for a walk























I f'ed up my knee (riding hard in the cold plus lunges with "too much" weight?). Who knows. It woke me up in the middle of the night and I was super bummed. Drowned my sorrows with vino and baked goods but turns out those don't help very much. After a great massage yesterday and a little flat spin (plus an inspirational read from Coach K--great timing), I'm putting the*last cookie* back in the box and getting my head back in the game.

Dman and Uncle Drewster--Dman sporting his Boulder T-shirt (thanks Tetons!) in honor of our Bubble guests




Dman "pilots" his exersaucer


Holy Hubs resemblance!


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

From the annals...

The Hubs' parents provided us with a stack of "important documents" when we visited NM for Thanksgiving. I guess they got tired of keeping their 40 year old son's birth certificate, understandable.

Anyway, the Hubs finally went through the stack and took some serious trips down memory lane (his parents saved so much stuff like report cards and 1st communion certificates).


Hey, Hotdog called! For the fans, you will see the modern day Bros Lawrence ripping it up at Alta next week!




















The item I was compelled to share is as follows--I know there are those of you who will find it...illuminating:

"A Skier"
By Steve Lawrence, Age 15

One season only is the one he loves
A winter making peaks as white as doves
He prays to God for snow religiously
Because the purpose of his life is to ski
A hat and goggles shield him from the cold
A coat he has with colors that are bold
The skis and poles and boots are cusstom made
Outrageous are the prices he has paid
A connoiseur of slopes he has become
Sierra, Alps, the Rockies are just some
He conquers mountains with greatest ease
But sometimes runs the risk of hitting trees
And high off moguls, bumps and jumps he flies
It's quite amazing that he never dies
When normal people judge and call him crazy
He things about the claim and says "Well Maybe."


Priceless...

Monday, December 17, 2012

Pumping post predominantly pictures

Limitations at least allow for alliteration.
(Peppermint bark if you know what the hell I'm talking about)

Dman and future shred buddy Maxwell

Perusing the candles at Golden Braid


Skyping with Gramma and Grampa

Helping mom with strength workout
In between planks

En route to Hubs' work xmas party thanks to Auntie J9 for babysitting

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Sponsorship opportunity: Psychic needed

First of all, Cookies to Zia Meme for guessing Richie--I guess I left a bit of a hint; but my Mom guessed CJ. Glad peeps enjoyed the article. "Knitting on a rollercoaster" about sums up my life these days.

Talking about which...I had a sort of emotional/stressful morning at work on Thursday...without getting into all the details--I had to pump in the car with 2 co-workers in the front seat; they were super cool about it and they are awesome people (weeps status for sure)...But that on top of some unpleasantness sort of had me worked over by the time I got back to the 801...I was supposed to do a workout in a 2 hour window before picking up the Dman and I also had the Hubs' work Xmas party that night.

Came home exhausted and totally not into it (if a co-worker reads this--please don't judge my pathetic-ness)...Downed a huge coffee, 2.5 bowls of cereal (naughty kind--not muesli); there were some baked goods consumed...Pretty disgusting. Sometimes this behavior can at least light a self-loathing fire to at a minimum get me out the door and push hard in the workout.
Not that day.
Feelings of wanting to barf, cry and lie down on the side of the road and sleep simply overcame me at about Emigration Market (less than a mile from my house). Banged a U-ey and headed home where I was able to remove my shammy before falling into bed and having the MOST VIVID DREAM about my all my teeth falling out. I even recall getting a glass of milk in my dream to put the teeth in--probably some internet baby health thing filtering through my subconscious.

Anyway, I slept hard and the regained consciousness to pick up Dman and to get ready for the Hubs' Xmas party which was at a fancy country club in Park City.

My "internet search engine" psychic (and super awesome friend and Auntie J9 who came over to watch Dman) informs me that this dream represents a myriad of things that tend to all root in serious anxiety.

No shit.

Anyone having anything more interesting to offer--or knowing of a psyched interested in sponsoring an overweight mom getting ready to launch a serious comeback into the bike racing world--please share.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Needed this

This article was so needed today. Box of Trader Joe's (we have one now!) cookies to anyone that can guess who sent this to me.

You'll never guess because
A) It wasn't a woman and
2) It wasn't a mom



Richie: You are one of the good ones.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Cousins-Nonna-Auntie weekend

Aunt Mary!
Dman's awesome cousins came from New York with two of my sisters and my mom. Dman totally dug all the commotion (or as our nanny put it when she stopped over--the tornado that blew through our house).

Breakfast time with Nonna, Izzy and Sophia





Cousin dogpile (Dman models his new awesome onesie from the QB)
Sophia, Auntie Marge and Dman at Tracy Aviary


Sad after everyone left (and sad at how  I look 100 years old)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Weekend haps

We took the Dman for a little hike this weekend and we also checked out the new Trader Joe's. Dman was trying to look for the missing booze aisle . It was weird to be able to buy perishabless (as our goods usually have to survive a long road trip).




Saturday, December 1, 2012

Ridgway fashion

We have had a pretty good week here in the 801. Dman is adjusting back to life here and my brain is finally (albeit slooowly) turning on for work mode. There was some stress over my having to wear a suit but it ended up being a Christmas miracle and it fit.

Dman was digging his custom onesie thanks to his Ridgway aunties Monke and Anglia.




The Yogurt on My Pretzels

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