Nothing to see here.

Back to saving lives and advancing knowledge. Ho-hum. It's not sexy but it's important to some people. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. Plus, I get a lot of vacation! But there are alot of stupid lazy people here. I'm not talking about the people who have cancer. They can be as lazy as they like. They can get in my way, take the elevator down one floor, stand in front of the elevator and look in their purse and let the doors close, take fifteen minutes to put cream in their coffee and put the lid on, talk too loud, and take two free doughnuts instead of the allotted one. They can do all that cos they have cancer.
But you lazy motherfuckers walking around with a badge better pull your head out of your ass. Cos one day I'm coming in with a heavy backpack and long coat and you're all gonna pay!

And the skies parted.... again!

"I must be in the front row!"
So were on the way up to Steven's on Monday for Steve's B-day and things aren't looking good. It's intermittently raining. It's 40 degrees. The cashier at the Chevron points this out when I go in to get a lift ticket. She looks dubious when I insist on purchasing it anyway. We are the SECOND car in the parking lot. The attendant at the Steven's ticket window pokes her head out to remind us that we can get our money back within the hour if we can't take the conditions.
And then... it stops raining and we proceed to have the 2nd best day of skiiing this year. Soft snow, sunny, and warm. Shelly got another private lesson. We yelled at her from the chairlift (classy, I know.) And Steve, Sue, and I shredded, raced, threw each other in the snow and generally behaved like a bunch of spoiled rich kids whose parents rented out the ski resort for them. Josh would have been appalled. Good thing he had to work.

We forced Steve to come in for lunch. Visibly pained, he relented. Pizza, salad, wine, beer, and cake. 40 minutes and he was back out there.


Headed home. I drove. Sue snored. Shelly and Steve talked politics. Then we picked up Josh and went to Las Margaritas where we all splurged and got ...... DIET COKES!

And the skies parted...

So Josh and I did our good deed of the month and got up at 4 or something ridiculous on Sunday to go teach Rock 1 in Spanaway. Fully expecting, of coarse, to get drenched all day long without interuption. Not one drop. Couldn't believe it! Overall a decent day. Saw Walt (serious yet witty as always), taunted John (who turns fifty today!), and chitchated with Jim (who will flirt with almost anyone!)
The rest of the instructors I was stuck with were a bunch of tools so that kind of sucked. And one snotty basic (bitch, if you weren't fucking taking forever to shake your ass up there, I wouldn't be spewing beta!) But it didn't dampen my spirits. Still schooled 'em by styling the chimmney stemming the aretes!

Stella!..... I mean Stellar!

Suck it up, baby! I just forwarded this photo to the SPD. Proof positve of sucking on stolen property! If only I had a video of the violent assault by which that dum dum was obtained! I 'm gonna look for the number of that FBI agent who interviewed me for Shelly's backround check and Ms.Thing will be going to work on Aurora!

Anyway. Steve's pre birthday bash is in the books and a good time was had by all. He moved into modern music listening times with the aquistion of the shuffle and a deluxe carrying case.
Pizza was fabo. Shelly brought super disco cupcakes (I met the man). Joan brougt HOMEMADE lemon bars! There was, of coarse, beer and wine and lots of climbing beta. John stopped by (long time no see!) Bruce took time off from rehab and polishing his woods to grace us with his presence. Nathan was happy to tell John how heinous Outer Space is and that he should definatly do it (oh, BTW Nathan, sorry for bailing on you.)

Like a Dog

I'll say it again... working for a living is hard on me. Especially all of a sudden; no easing into it. This is three days straight. It's harsh. Good thing I'm giving myself a four day weekend (three day, really, since I'm teaching at Rock 1.) Mission Ridge tomorrow (cross your fingers) and Steven's Monday for Stefan's bday.

Party.


Yes, that's right. It's SBK's birthday week. Festivities starting tonight at Stellar's pizza! Then I assume he will alternate between sleeping and overtraining all weekend. Monday (actual spawn date) he's stuck with the girls for boarding on Monday. I'm going to make a point of standing very close to him all day in my badass getup! Making sure everyone knows we're tight! Happy Birthday, indeed.

A Day in the Life... Tuesday.

1-Wake up at 5:30. Lay there for an hour. Get up and turn on espresso maker. Rub aspercream on inner thighs (lunges and hip abductors on Sunday... and I'm still sore. SAD!) Make soy mocha and egg sandwich.

2-Cruise to work. Can see Olympics and Ranier. Never take that for granted.

3-Work my ass of for 8 whole hours! Can you believe it?

4-Go home. Go to bed (it's 4.) But Sue wakes me up and I go over there and we have Safeway chicken and vegies. We then watched "Stranger than Fiction". I hate hate hate Will Ferrell but Emma Thompson trumps his mojo. Queen Latifa also helps. Dustin Hoffman doesn't hurt. I liked it.

5-Go home again. Go to bed again (it's 8:30.) But not before more aspercream on the thighs and ass.

It has come this....

Almighty God:
The Old Testament Psalmist tells us that you it is who makes the snow to fall upon the earth. Many of us, your children, Lord, see your awesome majesty in your snow- covered creation. With all humility of heart, we earnestly beseech you, Gracious God, to grant us more opportunities to contemplate the loveliness of your gift of beautiful snow. Especially now that my shit is fully pimped out. We ask this in the names of Jesus, our risen Lord and Savior, whom lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirt, one God, now and forever. Amen.