Tuesday, June 20, 2017

getting high and saving the world

nom nom nom nom

Happy belated Father's Day to all the good dads out there!

My own dad was a very practical man, who didn't much care for Hallmark holidays.  But he was a great dad and wearer of impressive pocket protectors.

Back here on earth and in the near present, the guys came by and we all got out for a bit of nature.  Thankfully, no one wore a pocket protector.

Taken while crouched in a cubbie in the fetal position

For some reason, they must find the highest rock with the steepest drop-off.  See Chaco's shoes?  Apparently my acrophobia is strong enough that I don't even have to be the one in the high place to start needing to do my Lamaze breathing.

Since I couldn't bear to watch, I distracted myself by looking for a nearby geocache.

Maybe the guys figured the rock climbing wasn't as fun if I wasn't freaking out, so they joined a bit in the hunt and Chaco found the dang thing among so many good hiding places.

So it was a productive and adventurous time, and how 'bout that blue sky?

On Saturday, Meego, Magnum, and I went to see Wonder Woman and enjoyed it.  She is, of course, a badass, but there is one aspect of the movie which left me wondering, "THAT is the choice for [spoiler]??" because it wasn't really working for me. For those who have seen the movie, I wonder your thoughts, but for those who've not seen it, I won't get into it.  But it certainly was not a deal breaker.

I found the movie to be quite artsy as well as actiony.  All in all, a good way to spend the afternoon.  Thumbs up.

Friday, June 16, 2017


I recently learned quite a bit of good information.  It all came to me as I was happily tooling along the bike path with bicycle Alice.  The temperature was perfect, there was very little wind, and some happy clouds kept the sun from totally frying everything.  My lessons covered a variety of subjects.


  • "Very little likelihood of rain today" is just weatherman-speak for "It's gonna rain today"

Space time

  • It can go from no rain to full on downpour seemingly instantaneously.  

Strength of materials

  • Those cool, lightweight capris I enjoy wearing on hot days become the equivalent of wet toilet paper once soaked through.  
  • If pressed just right against a building, a person can keep a little bit dry beneath the tiny overhang for a little while


  • I can think park rec maintenance workers look funny because they're wearing trash bags, yet be jealous of them because they're wearing trash bags at the same time.

Social etiquette

  • Despite her nice rack.... that could easily accommodate my bicycle, I would turn down the nice lady's offer for a "ride to my car" since my car was at my house, nearly 9 miles away.  


  • Mud.  You can never get rid of all of it

70's Music Trivia


Linking up with Mama Kat this week for the prompt:
4. Share something you learned in May.

Monday, June 12, 2017

stars, daisies, and chicken

I convened in Denver over the weekend.  It was P.E.O. state convention time, and once again, I played the role of chapter delegate.

Running Sue joined me again along with another sis, Dya.

It was a successful convention.  We had a good time, and took care of business, but I'm a little sick right now of stars and daisies - both of which figure prominently in P.E.O.  Enough with the stars and daisies already!

In fact, those stars with the holes in the middle in the photo above?  They are there to be held up with your face poking through the hole while snapping pics.

We were all, "uhm... yeah... we're not doing that..."

So I got to catch up with a few friends from my hometown too.  I actually ended up knowing more of them than I did attendees from where I live now.  And one of our scholarship recipients is from my hometown and spoke at the banquet - bonus!

A good time with the Sisters.  Now I'm expected to report everything back to my local chapter, which could be summarized as

"Two and a half days of stars, daisies, and chicken"

I might need to add a bit more detail.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

he wore khakis and a blue button-down

The student center was strangely quiet.  Usually, the place was bustling with activity as it was the central gathering spot on campus.  It housed the bookstore, clubs met there and/or had booths set up for their various causes, there was a large snack bar and deli, and several tables took up a large space.  It was like a big college campus food court.


The fall semester was coming to a close and a lot of students had already left for winter break.  But there were a few people mingling around including myself.  I guess I was studying or taking a break from studying.  I know I was NOT checking my email or browsing the internet because neither of those things existed at the time.

It was December of 1989.  I was enjoying having another semester completed.  And then...

HE walked in.

I noticed him right away.  Since it was not crowded, anyone walking around was easily noticed.  I just sat there.  I sat there and I watched him.  What would HE do?  What would I do?  What would the others in the place do?  Should I do something??

Since I didn't know what, if anything, I should do, I did nothing.  Just continued to watch him and the others and see if anything happened.  He looked so normal, yet I knew he wasn't.  Still, no one else seemed to notice him at all.

I watched.  This is what took place:
  • He walked down the walkway toward the snack place
  • He walked into the snack place
  • He selected a piece of their heavenly banana nut bread (that I typically could not afford)
  • He took his banana nut bread to the cashier
  • The cashier rang up his purchase
  • He paid 
  • The cashier took the money and made change
  • He left, heading out the way he'd come in, carrying his banana nut bread with him
It was riveting.

Yet none of the others present said or did anything to acknowledge it.  Not even that cashier.


And I was left all, "Hey, that was...", "He was...", "That's the guy that...", "It was him..."
because, it was him

It was Thomas Cech.  He's a professor at CU Boulder where I was attending college (Go BUFFS!).  He's a professor of Chemistry, but more importantly, he had just been awarded the freaking Nobel Prize for Chemistry.

It was in all the papers (back when people read papers), and certainly, it was published all over campus.

But he walked in and out of that student center like he was anyone else.  No one batted an eye.

So I sat there thinking, "Well, at least I know who he is" and that maybe I should've said something in acknowledgement.  As I sat there pondering, another distinguished member of campus walked in.

HE was surrounded by a sort of entourage.  And as he walked through the place, others in there shouted acknowledgements to HIM.  Everyone, it seemed, wanted to be HIS friend.

It was Eric Bieniemy, star running back of the football team.

I found it interesting.  Everyone knew the football star.  No one seemed to know the chemistry star.

Maybe Dr. Cech should've had Ralphie lead his entrances.  Then maybe people would cheer!


Linking up this week with Mama Kat for the prompt
1. Share a college memory.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

who needs weed?

Meego:  So what's at the top?

Me:  Buncha sweaty, gaspy people.  And dirt.

Recently, Meego reminded me, once again, that he's never done the Manitou Incline.  Y'all remember The Incline, right?  I've blogged about it a few times.  I first visited The Incline myself just a few years ago after getting sick of hearing everyone talk about it.  It's difficult to live here and not do it.

I went up that first time with Chaco and Wolfgang.  Meego was still in school as his brothers were in college and on break at the time.  The handful of other times I'd gone, Meego was either at school or at work.  Recall that last summer, Shadowrun came out and owned it!

In fact, Shadowrun and I went up just a couple of days before it closed for renovations.  It recently opened up again, so Meego and I took advantage of a small window of time he has between the end of school and his job that starts later this week.

"We've lived here for over 13 years, and I've never been there", he realized.  So,today, The Incline!

It was a beautiful morning for it.  We got there early enough to get decent parking and to beat the hordes of  Incline enthusiasts.  Just enough others to help it feel sociable without feeling crowded.

About halfway
Almost there!  Pass that guy!

He did good for his first time up - first time up for someone who lives off too much fast food (IMHO) and gets the bulk of his exercise from banging on a snare drum.  

As promised, we mingled among the other sweaty, gaspy people at the top.  There was a foursome of very military looking guys.  They asked us to take their photo, and I learned that it was two Army lifers and their 20-something sons.  Nice bit of bonding mixed with morning PT.

They returned the favor and snapped our pic.  It's always tough to get a decent photo in the morning since the overlook faces the sunrise, but it's a must-have.

Can you see your house?

Sunday, June 4, 2017

kathy griffin covfefe

I was gonna do a "weekly recap" blog post, but my week was rather uneventful, so I had to borrow some words from general news headlines for my title.  If you found yourself here assuming something interesting is in store, you can probably leave now.

Today, I enjoyed a lovely morning bike ride under sunny blue skies.  As I was returning towards home, I ran into a wall o' people and pooches!

I learned that today was the annual Doggie Dash 5k.  I thought it was actually kinda nice to see so many people out enjoying the morning and raising some money for the charity.  A few other bicyclists looked to be grumbling at the inconvenience.  To that I say, "get over it!".

It was an out-and-back "race", so the canine horde only took up about a mile and a half of the pathway.  Most were pretty considerate of the others out recreating like myself.  I did almost get taken out by a Great Dane who decided to explore the area near a water station.  That's not a collision I would've won.

In other news of people with more exciting lives than myself, Wolfgang just returned from a fun trip to Europe.  One of his friends was invited to present a paper at a conference in Paris, so Wolfgang and the friend's brother tagged along.

He sent this "obligatory" pic

peanut butter and jealous!
A strange thing happens whenever Wolfgang leaves on a fun trip.  Our weather turns to crap.  It was true for the most part during this trip, so another reason I'm glad he's back.

I haven't actually seen him since he returned late last night.  He did spend that final 48 hours of the trip dealing with flight delays and cancellations, so not all of his texts were of the sort to be envious... but most were.

Have I ever mentioned that I don't even own a passport?

Saturday, June 3, 2017

shut UP

Last Monday, Memorial Day, we went for a little hike.

Meego, from the "Pulpit"

We got to the top of Pulpit Rock and noted the strong pot smell.  There's was no one else up there at the time, and I was poking around to see if someone had left a smoldering pipe or such.  But then looking down to the trees beneath the rocks, I spotted a hammocked individual.

Have portable hammock and pot stash, will hike and get  high.

Anyway, it was a nice short time in nature before threatening thunderclouds moved in.  But maybe the residual pot fumes made me lazy this week?  Blogging-wise, I've been a slacker!

I think maybe I'm a bit tired of talking about myself.  I remember getting this chatty cashier once at the grocery store who felt she needed to share her life story with me.  I was thinking, "I just want to pay for these groceries and get out.  This woman needs a blog!"

I've been looking around for a job and have had a few prospects.  As such, I've had to talk about myself either through just written applications or in a handful of actual interviews, and I've realized I don't really enjoy doing that at too much length.  I don't want to talk too much.  Maybe I should NOT blog to make me more chatty?

I did manage to get one actual offer this week, with two openings still in limbo.  What to do?

I decided a bird in the hand was worth the two in the bush and accepted an offer to work at a local high school as an assistant study hall teacher.  There are only a couple of local high schools I would care to work at, and this one is the top of the list.  The (distant) second one is Meego's school *snort*

Remember last marching band season?  Where an awesome-but-friendly high school band plucked the state championship trophy from the awesome-but-full-of-themselves band?  And everyone rejoiced?  Of course you do. Well, I get to work at the awesome-but-friendly trophy plucker school.

So I don't start working for another two months, but I do have a few summer tutees to help me feel productive until then.  The other two jobs in consideration were management type jobs, but this feels like a good fit right now.  Even Meego is happy I'll be at the awesome-friendly school, rival or no.

Magnum noted that I'll be "hitting for the other team", and I had to inform him that that expression means something else!

Sunday, May 28, 2017

sci-fi, jets, and a roast pig

Magnum, Meego, and I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 yesterday.  As I was watching, I realized I remembered pretty much nothing from the first movie, other than the characters.  And the music.

I may not know my comic book plot lines, but what's not for us old folks to love about the Guardians of the Galaxy music?  Like this mix from the first movie and this other mix from Vol. 2.  I had a Sony Walkman just like Peter Quill's.  Good times.

The movie theater was quite crowded, probably because the weather was crap.  Grey, cold, windy.  We decided to go to the movies along with everyone else.  Our May has not been particularly flowerish, but more showerish, snowish even.


At least we had ONE good weather day this week.  It happily coincided with graduation at the Air Force Academy, which is always special because the Thunderbirds come to town and give a good shake to our windows and foundations and teeth.

So the flick was silly entertainment if lacking in a thick and juicy plot (IMHO).  Gotta love all those characters.  Afterwards, we went out for some Mexican food.  Meego ordered probably the most calorically hefty item on the menu - Fajitas Gargantuas or something like that.  If I ate like Meego does, I'd weigh about 400 pounds.  My metabolism hasn't reached heights like that since I had that Sony Walkman.

And speaking of food, today is my Uncle's birthday.  I have many relatives in the Philippines, and I only know them through facebook.  They seem like a fun bunch.

Here's my uncle, the birthday boy (Mom's youngest brother) and one of my cousins.  Check out the spread, that pig still has a face!

I think I'd like to party with them.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

reform school

I mentioned how this past couple of weeks have been pretty sluggish schedule-wise for me.  End of the school year/semester, and hardly anyone wants a tutor. *sob*

I've found myself with some extra time on my hands, like a little vacation. Oh, I'm still hunting around for a full-time job, but my phone isn't exactly ringing off the hook with offers. In the meantime, the house is strangely clean, and on nice-weather days, I have taken bike rides to nowhere in particular, which strangely, is not perceived as strange at all...

And y'know we have that gym membership, which we actually do use with some regularity.  A couple of times a week, I get emails from them with "exclusive" offers for fancy things like complementary personal training sessions or couple's massage or a mani-pedi - none of which I take them up on.

Last week I got a similar email and decided to take them up on the free exclusive offer.  I thought, "What else I got to do?"  Plus, it sounded downright tasty.  Oops

Today I went in and had an hour's worth of free pilates - NOT pie and lattes.

It was advertised as a one-on-one session, but when I arrived at my appointed time, the instructor told me she'd overbooked and there would actually be three of us.  This was fine with me, and in hindsight, it would've been kinda weird to be just me and the instructor, so yay for overbooking!

I've never done pilates and knew absolutely nothing.  There's an area at the gym with these weird contraptions that I think are for pilates.   The instructor took us back to this cave-like room with several large contraptions called Reformers.  In no time, we were Pilate-ing away and looking darn good doing it!

Okay, I lied.  It was much more this

ANYWAY... it was a pretty good time.  I was a total kindergartner in the Pilates school, but so were my two companions - a man and woman, both around their late 30s I'd guess.  The guy actually was rehabing a pretty intense back injury.  I was curious as to what happened to him, but didn't ask.

I thought it similar to yoga, in that form is very important.  Also, the machinery isn't necessary, there are a lot of pilates moves just done on a mat, like yoga, or that incorporate those big exercise balls.  We did some things with a ring that looks like a steering wheel, and made me feel like a total weakling.

Also, similar to yoga, the instructor told us to do confusing things like "knit your ribs together", "open your collarbone", "maintain a neutral pelvis"... wha?

Other times, she'd use more simple universal terms like, "tighten just below the boobies"...

As far as what it felt like?

Yeah, it burned.  She'd get us doing some Pilates-thing, and then go over to help one of use while we others were burning.  Were we supposed to keep doing the thing?

We were all little obedient newbies, and just did whatever she told us to do, despite the burn, until she told us to stop.

Thank God for stop.

So that was my little staycation adventure today.  What'd you do with your spare time?


Linking up with Mama Kat this week for the prompt:
4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: staycation.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

the nature of things

We got sloppy snow here last week and it seemed that everyone and their grandma was whining about it, so I purposely didn't whine.  (1) We need the moisture and (2) the sucky weather wouldn't last.

I was right!  I should be a meteorologist.  Yesterday was a beautiful day, so Magnum and I got out for a little nature time at Fountain Creek Regional Park.  We hadn't been there in years, and I'm glad we chose it.

We added a few geocaches to our log while we were at it, so a productive spring day all around.

And it was a good week in general, the tutees are winding down with the end of the school year/semester at hand. Just a few "OMG, final exam!" appointments in an otherwise mellow schedule for me.

We had a nice dinner with my mom-in-law and her husband to celebrate Wolfgang's graduation.  Magnum's sis and her husband joined us too.  It's strange we don't really socialize much with my sister-in-law (their politics are a little opposed to Magnum's...), but we usually have a good time with them.

As for Sierra the Wonder Dog - as in "I wonder what's the deal with her?" - things are looking good!  Her new foster family, after she left our cat craziness home, decided to keep her on even though she attacked their other foster pooch.

One of their stipulations in taking her in was that the adoption group expedite her eligibility for adoption.  The fosters aren't available for adoption until they've been spayed/neutered, so our coordinator was able to get Sierra in for her "spa day" this week.  Really, I'm impressed with how efficiently stuff just gets done with this group.

So she's done been fixed, and she's already got an appointment with a potential adopter family today!  She's a good dog, really.  Smart and playful, just a little overwhelmed at all the changes in her life.  She's not even 2 years old yet.  Her new foster mom took this mug of her.  What's not to like??

I noticed she's wearing a Thunder Jacket in the photo.  Maybe it helped to calm her down.  Thunder Jacket and major abdominal surgery...

Update:  Sierra was adopted on the spot once the adopters met her!  Retired couple, no other pets.  Perfect!  I'm so happy for her *sniff*

Thursday, May 18, 2017

because she said so

During my teen years, it felt to me like my mom had only one rule:

"No hanky panky"

I know she had my best interests in mind as well as an awareness of raging teenage hormones.  But c'mon Mom, "I have good grades" - my answer to every infraction, even those that were only imagined.

Often, I would come back with something like "Okay, I'll just get sloppy drunk and all potted up on weed, but no hanky panky!"

She wouldn't laugh.

Looking back now, though, I realize she gave good advice on a variety of topics.  Some were born out of superstition, but the stories stuck with me.

"Take care of your skin"

Back in the hanky panky teen years, a good suntan was a priority among my friends and me.  In the summer months, we would sunbathe.  Skin cancer wasn't really much of a thing to worry about, but neither of my parents liked me to sunbathe.  Now, it seems a pretty stupid practice to me.

I remember Mom telling me how she was told as a kid that moles on one's shoulder indicated a hard life ahead. They were ominous marks, metaphors for the scars left on the shoulder of Jesus from carrying the cross.

Now, I have shoulder moles.  Probably from the stupid sunbathing.  Even though I'm living a happy non-hardship life, whenever I notice the moles, I think of Jesus but not in a happy way.

"Don't cheat"

Another story Mom told me from her upbringing was of the practice they had of jumping as high as they could on their birthdays as children.  The height they reached from their jump would supposedly become their adult height.

One year, Mom cheated and jumped from a chair.  She ended up reaching a (non) statuesque adult height of about 4'11".

No cheating for me.

"Don't pull your gray hairs"

Many of us have probably heard this one.  "For every gray hair you pull, two grow in its place".  But I first heard it from Mom. When she passed away at 87, she still had a good portion of black hairs.

I don't touch my grays.

"What goes around comes around"

Probably the biggest lesson from Mom was that of Karma, or the Golden Rule, whatever strategy she was aiming for.  I remember her always letting people into traffic when they were pulling out of a parking space along the street.

"Someday, I'll be wanting to pull into traffic.  I let someone in now, and someone will let me in later"

She assured me that the principle worked for other things too, not just traffic.  Trust it, it worked.  Thinking about it now, I don't think I practice it as well as she did.

Never too late to start?

Linking up this week with Mama Kat for the prompt
3. Share a lesson you learned from your Mother that still sticks with you to this day

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Sierra missed

Sierra?  Sierra the greyhound we were fostering?  "Were" as in, not fostering her anymore?  Yeah, sadly, she had to go.  Cat issues.

She seemed to be responding appropriately to Napolion, which means showing mild interest and curiosity, and then getting bored.  Perfect!

Until she tried to eat him.

Friday evening, she'd been doing well.  The cat was telling us, "You guys!  I know she doesn't like me!  What do I gotta do to convince you?!"  And then,

"Okay, fine.  Hold my beer..."

They had a baby gate separating them, as a good idea in these initial days. Napolion slowly walked up to the gate, just as he should (no running!).  Sierra had her eyes on him the whole time.  Finally, she lunged/pounced and barked and growled in a not "okay with cats" way.  I had her by the collar or she would've busted through that baby gate.

That was a good test.  She failed.

We put her in her crate, and I was going about contacting our foster coordinator to see about having Sierra moved.  Napolion was all, "Just in case you guys didn't see that..."

He came sidling up, all cocky, walking slowly passed the crate.  Of course Sierra went all Cujo on him.

By Saturday afternoon, she had a new foster family.  This family has two resident greyhounds and one foster they took in the same day we got Sierra.  We all thought Sierra would be happy to be in a pack, to help with her separation anxiety.

Here they all are, after we made the introductions and hung around a bit to make sure she'd blend in.

Happy Happy Joy Joy

Note that Sierra still had her muzzle on.  The greys are used to wearing them as they wear them at the track when with the other dogs.  It's customary to leave it on for a while in a new home.  As we can see, the other dogs were comfortable having her around.

One thing we noticed when we got her, she didn't quite fit the image we had of the sleek, streamlined greyhound.  Oh, she was sleek and streamlined and muscular, but not in an obviously greyhoundy kind of way.  

This was more apparent to us as we spent time in that other home with the three other greys who were very streamlined and more of what we imagined.  Sierra was downright stocky in comparison.  

Yesterday, I got texts from our foster coordinator.  Sierra is still crying and whining, even with all those dog friends.  Worse, she attacked the other foster dog, Elf, the one lying on the floor in the foreground of the photo.  Apparently, Sierra'd figured out the hierarchy and was looking to climb the ladder.  

So, okay, she's got a few issues.  She's to be moved again today.  Our foster coordinator says she's a "puzzle".  

Looking at her build, maybe it's "'roid rage"...

It's not helping with my guilt trip.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Happy don't-buy-me-anything Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all my blog friend moms!  And I'm forever grateful for my own mom in heaven.

We don't make a big To-Do about Mother's Day around here.  Like graduation ceremonies, I'm not really into "Hallmark Holidays", and Mother's Day is certainly one of those.

In fact, I read this article today about how Anna Jarvis, an early organizer of Mother's Day, was strongly against the commercialization of it.

"For Jarvis it was a day where you'd go home to spend time with your mother and thank her for all that she did,"

In short, she got pretty pissed that card, flower, chocolate, etc. companies were profiting from it.  Oh well.  But I've always told my kids that every day is Mother's Day to me, and they shouldn't waste their money on cards, flowers, candies, etc.  So they don't.

Besides, we have a built-in Mother's Day celebration since Meego was born on this day, 17 years ago.  It was Mother's Day that year too.  I distinctly remember feeling my water break and looking at the clock. It was just after midnight, and I thought, "Well this little bugger is going to be born on Mother's Day!"

And he was.

Talk about upstaging your brothers.  

Yesterday, Magnum and I took a walk to the post office.  There are little goose babies at the pond now, and I assume that one of those families is from the goose couple that made their nest at the post office several weeks ago.  At least that's the story I'm sticking with and not the possible one where they all got crushed trying to cross the road between the post office and the pond.  Here's an awful photo of one of the families we saw yesterday.  

Can you make out the fluffy goose babies?  I didn't want to get too close.  We know how moms can be.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Oh, and I should mention...

I originally set up this blog - many moons ago - as a place for ME.  But, naturally, I can't totally neglect the rest of the fam, so as to not be totally boring!

Seems like Meego's been getting much mention with his shaved head, percussion state champeenship and awards, and prom.  Chaco clearly tried to  move to the top by getting hit by a car.  Well, we do have that other guy too.  Remember Wolfgang?

He is now Wolfgang with a Bachelor's degree.  So shout out to him!

Last week, he and his team presented their Senior design project (mechanical engineering).  I know he was relieved to get that finished - and working!  It's sort of a culmination of the four years of sweating through the program.

Magnum and I went to the university to check out his team's display along with the other projects.  Here's Wolf with the team and their "Third Eye", which is a cool training device for rifle shooting athletes to shoot more accurately and consistently.

Okay, I said it's Wolf and the team, but I guess it's mainly Wolf, three of the team, and an arm of the fifth member.  Go team!

The spring graduation ceremony is today, and Wolfgang's been going back and forth on whether or not he would attend.  At last check, he'd decided not to.  Then I got a text from him yesterday afternoon.

A few more texts, he'd decided the cost and the time wouldn't really be worth it to him.  I left it up to him, we'd go if he decided to cap 'n' gown up.  It's nice to be right here and have that easy option.

After he decided on "not", I told him that I'd never regretted not going to mine, which is true.  And Magnum, in hindsight, has said he'd rather not have gone.  It was pretty impersonal.  Chaco decided not to attend his ceremony a year ago.  Geez, whatta buncha party poopers!

I know for many, walking at graduation is an important step.  I myself tear up when I see people who have overcome many challenges, receive a diploma, wearing cap and gown.  But it's not like we won't whoop it up, we just don't need a long ceremony with speeches we won't remember to commemorate the achievement.

In fact, I truly remember very little about Magnum's except for how impersonal it was - him sitting there in a sea of other graduates.  And I truly never regretted not attending my ceremony.  I still got the dang diploma.  

But I DO remember finishing that final design project (Magnum and I are also both Mech enginerds).  As we walked around looking at the results of those students' hard work, it brought me back.  The long hours coming up with ideas, fixing things that didn't work, not sleeping, swearing...  I remember one of my teammates, who was married, lamenting,

"I'm at the engineering center so much, my wife thinks I'm having an affair"

"Are you?", I asked jokingly

"I WISH!", he replied, jokingly (I think)

I said to Magnum, last week as we walked around the different displays, "Brings me back to the good ol' days"

"Well, maybe just the 'ol' days'", he corrected.  

Okay, maybe I mainly remember the good parts.  I told Wolfgang that, in our eyes, last week's presentation is the way bigger deal, and he rocked it.  Hopefully, the good parts will be what Wolfgang remembers too.  And not that he didn't wear a gown.  


Thursday, May 11, 2017


I'm enhancing my cognition.  Right now.  As I sit here.  My cognition is being enhanced.  Supposedly.  I've got my earbuds in and I'm listening to [this].  If I take my earbuds out, my cognition would not be enhancing (enhancing?).  I would hear whining and crying.

I mentioned how we've taken in a foster greyhound.  Sierra is wonderful.  She's pretty and smart and FAST fast.  She has literally awesomely torn up the yard with her speedy lap running.  She's not quite two years old and pretty fresh off the track.

She's used to being kenneled with bunches of other greys.  She's used to being turned out with several dogs at a time.  She's used to racing.

She's not used to a house with floors and windows and mirrors and other people things.  She's not used to being alone.  Part of our job as foster parents is to help her transition into her retirement, to get ready to be adopted, to get used to floors and windows and mirrors and other people things.

Sierra posed for this pic to
show off her impressive booty

And she's doing really well.  She's (sort of) figured out that the sliding glass door is a barrier between inside and outside.  She's learned that the dog run is the "ladies" room.  She's really figured out that the dog bed and toys are for her.

She and Napolion are still figuring each other out, but it's coming along.

One thing she's still working on is being alone.  I feel for her, I really do.  She follows us from room to room and pretty much always wants us within sight.  She readily and comfortably goes into her crate, but when she can't see anyone, she cries.  

Like right now.  

I say I'm training her.  I'm helping her be adoptable.  It's only day 4.  I've been leaving her alone in the crate for a couple of hours each day and getting her used to the idea that I always come back.  

But it's still a foreign situation for her. So she cries.  And I reassure her.  And I blog with the cat in my lap, because he's feeling a bit neglected too.  And then I put in my earbuds.  

To help with the guilt.


Linking up again with Mama Kat for the prompt:
2. Write a blog post inspired by the word: guilty

Saturday, May 6, 2017

the one where we take in a greyhound and Chaco gets hit by a car

I haven't been here since Prom??  So neglectful...  Allow me to summarize

It's not really that I've been super busy.  Just wrapping up some end-of-(school)-year things when it comes to tutees and our own kids.  Oh, and we decided to become a foster home for retired racing greyhounds.  We got our first foster today!

This is Sierra

We picked her up this morning in lovely Fort Lupton, Colorado. As you can see, our Prom snow has been replaced by summer.  There were six dogs in all in this particular "haul".

They've all been cat tested and (supposedly) Sierra passed.  We're wondering just what sort of cat they use to test dogs for cat friendliness?  I can just picture these tough cats sitting around the bar:

"So, what do you do for a living?"

"I test hunting hounds that run over 40 miles per hour for cat friendliness, you?"

Napolion has yet to be properly introduced, however, since at first sight, he took off.  At second sight, Sierra didn't even notice him.  Yeah, some hunter.

In summary, she's about fifty pounds of muscle and awesome, but more to come later.

Chaco came over to meet the pooch, hung around for lunch, then headed out, hoping not to get caught in an afternoon rainstorm.  He was on his bicycle.

A little while later, I got a text from him:

"I just got hit by a car."

Okay, kids, a word of advice.  Don't text your mother, "I just got hit by a car" then no response to further inquiries.

I did eventually get ahold of him.  He'd sent that first text from the urgent care, and then was busy being an urgent care visitor.  Anyway, he's fine.  It was a very low speed crash - guy said he didn't see Chaco and turned right at an intersection... that Chaco was in.  Chaco didn't even want to go to urgent care, but the driver made him go.

He SHOULD have contacted police, but, in his words, "I didn't want it to be a thing, 'cause I've got other things to do today..."

*sigh*  At least he didn't get caught in a rainstorm.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

gettin' formal

We had a crappy, wet, blustery, spring storm roll in Friday night and all day yesterday.  A real cabin fever kinda day.

Luckily, I had an errand to force me out into the weather.  I had to go pick up Meego's corsage for prom.  Yes, Mother Nature didn't want to make prom a nice sunny spring event.

The kids took it in stride though.  Meego and his girl, (let's call her) Lyla, stuck with their plans to get in some photos at the lovely duck pond made famous by this blog.  Great choice of setting I must say.  Or maybe it was Lyla's parents' plan, but whatever, I had another reason to get outta the house.

It was about 30 degrees, so not bad, but the wind was a-whipping making it feel more like 10 degrees.  However, it's prom.  The show must go on.  Hypothermia be damned!

The kids were smiling and giggling the whole time, probably a natural response to keep the body alive.  Lyla's mom kept commenting on how nice Meego looked, seemingly not so much in a "nice catch, Lyla" kind of way, but more of an "are we sure this is the same guy you've been hanging out with?" kind of way.

After gutting it out for a while with core body temperatures dropping, Lyla was debating whether or not to remove her coat.

As I stood there in my ski jacket, leggings under my jeans, and snowboots, I thought, "better make the decision quickly!".  And she went for it.

C'mon girls, we've all been there. Taking photos for prom, and you CANNOT be wearing a coat.  When else you gonna wear that dress?

Frankly, I don't know if I was more concerned that she would succumb to the elements or that she would bite it while trying to navigate the slick cement in her 3-inch heels.

But they survived and had a good time.

After sending them on their way, Magnum and I were not looking forward to going back to the house we'd been shut up in all day.  So we decided to head to a hopping little Mexican place.

The beer was cold, but the salsa was hot.

Friday, April 28, 2017

sign me UP!

Last night was the high school's Spring Band Concert.

*YAWN*  I have to be honest.  I had come to dread the Spring Concert.  It's just waaaaaay too long.

There's like seven or more different bands in the instrumental music program, and the Spring Concert is the time to showcase all of them.  The concert goes on for days.  Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, it just feels like days.  The past two years, it's been more like four hours.

Plus, it's in the gym.  My butt and I don't really care to sit on gym bleachers for four hours.  And be quiet that whole time?

BUT (speaking of...) I was saved!  An email arrived.  Seeking band booster volunteers for Spring Concert night to work the silent auction, sell baked goods, hawk spirit wear...  That was it!  My in.

I quickly clicked the link to the sign-up site and put my name in an open slot before they were all filled.  I ended up at the Spirit Wear table.


I could pop in to watch whenever Meego had a number, then pop right back outta there.

As I suspected, I'm not the only one who dreads the Spring Concert because of its ridiculous length.  Fellow volunteer Joanne and her husband just barely managed to watch their daughter perform two songs in a row before bursting, gasping, from the gym.


"I did it!  I made it through two songs!", Joanne triumphantly exclaimed.

I'll mention that Joanne is the outgoing President of the band boosters.  It's not that we don't support our kids in their musical endeavors, and the performances are actually quite good, but four hours of it in a gym?!

Plus, I'm guessing that those who volunteer aren't necessarily the best at being spectators.  It's just my theory.  Thoughts?  I know, personally, I'd generally rather "do" than "watch".  (get your minds out of the gutter).

I actually ended up having a good time.  I was able to hear the various bands while not being confined to the hot gym and its lovely bleachers the whole time. I got to chit chat with the other volunteers.  Oh, I think we sold a few pieces of Spirit Wear, too.

I popped in and saw/heard all of Meego's performances, and could quietly exit out the back way to my volunteer duty without any disruption whatsoever.

Apparently however, the band director had actually gotten some negative feedback and made some changes.  The whole thing this year was only two-and-a-half hours and included two decent intermissions.  I KNEW I couldn't be the only grouchy band parent.  Magnum hasn't liked it either, but he's better at tolerant bleacher sitting than I am.

So it ended up being a nice evening of music and fundraising with a sprinkle of commiseration.


Linking up with Mama Kat again for the prompt:
2. Write about something that brought you joy today.