Thursday

Andrew almost got us killed this morning. We have a bunch of security guards at work that look younger than I and completely uninterested in securing anything....except...Bernie. Bernie looks like he could pull a gun on you at any time. I don't mess with Bernie. When another guard is at the front gate, the stop sign really just means "roll quickly". When Bernie is there, you stop, get out to make sure the tires aren't moving, get back in the car and pull away slowly.

Andrew has gotten into the habit of trying to get into the parking lot without showing his badge. Even passengers must display their badge to the guard. Andrew is the guy who thinks so little of our security that he has successfully gotten into our parking lot by displaying his badge backwards, displaying his iPod, and even flashing his shoe as ID. Today, he tried to get through without showing Bernie his badge. It was pretty intense, but Andrew gave in.

After work, Storm, Andrew and I hit the ground running on the trails at Farmdale in preparation for the Steamboat race on Saturday. Andrew will be with us in spirit. A wimpy loser spirit.

My friend Amy, who I don't talk to at ALL (sorry Amy!) will be retiring from Cat today after an illustrious three year career to begin teaching Jr. High (most likely) in San Jose California. Amy, I will miss not getting to go to housewarming parties you don't have. Tonight, Amy invited friends to Old Chicago to mourn the loss of our little motorcycle chick. I'm sorry I didn't get pictures, even though the camera was in my pocket. So ashamed. Here's a stock photo from her facebook





On our way back to the car from Old Chicago, Andrew and I explored some of the festivities at steamboat days. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that his fiance was there supervising the event until late tonight.

What is the deal with Elephant ears? If I had a choice between putting "Elephant Ears" or "Funnel Cakes" on a sign, I'd go with #2. They are the "best Ears in town".


Guess what guess what!! It's puppy time! A gracious friend of mine has offered several times to let me meet her German Shepard, Jack. I finally found the perfect time to visit, and we had a ball. What a fun dog. He looks medium size in this picture, but he is 70lbs, and loves to fetch and play. Good boy!!