Back to Get Back to Work

This weekend (more the days since my last post) I went to Montrose to Christie (Now Wilson) Homewood's wedding. It was awesome. Christie was one of, if not my first friend in college. These past few days definitely took me back ten years to my "parm farm" days. What a beautiful wedding, perfect for a beautiful soul like Christie.

Typically when going to weddings, everything usually goes smoothly. I encountered a few hiccups on my trip...

1.) I had my favorite little black dress cleaned before I left (I really do think this dress is magic... I have NEVER been complimented on my legs before and I was three times the other night and I know they meant it because all were women.) ANYWAYS I took it out of the bag and it smelled like FEET. Gross. Even worse, I still wore the dress, I just doused it in perfume and slathered on the lotion. I know I'm disgusting but remember I am the one who didn't shower for at least 5 days while working on my house. No one really gave me and my dirty "clean" dress any dirty looks so I hope I pulled it off.

2.) I forgot my swimming suit for the Ouray hot springs. I was lucky because Christie couldn't remember where hers was so we stopped at target on the way. Christie later apologized for having me buy a suit because apparently the hot springs are swimming suits optional. I still opted.

3.) I left probably 5 items at the bed and breakfast I stayed at including my favorite Marmot vest and new green suit.

4.) Remembered the present, forgot the card, good one.

5.) No camera or lipstick


Hiccups and all I still had a fabulous time. I wouldn't have missed it for the world but I'm glad the timing worked out great.

The house is coming along. The bedroom, bathroom and living room are done. Dishes are in the kind of cupboards and I even put a picture up today.

I'd love to give you more details but i have two cats on my lap and typing is nearly impossible.

The kids come back to school tomorrow. My plan is to bore them and make them wish they were still on vacation ;)

Pheasant Hunting Opening Day

We have a long tradition of opening day of pheasant season. I haven't been able to participate the last few years because of state volleyball, football playoffs or WHATEVER... but for as long as I can remember we eat biscuits and gravy, drink coffee and orange juice, listen to some prehunting stories, then Dad says its time to go and I watch my father and his buddies orchestrate the caravan of pheasant slaughterers. (some of us aren't that great of shots and the caravan USED to include a bus)

I went this year and it was my best year. The weather was great. There were no stupid stickers, no walking through corn, I shot not one but two birds (one even right in front of my dad, whoot whoot.) AND it was a lot of fun to catch up with my childhood buddies. (Jared was here from WISCO!!!!)

It was a great Saturday and Sunday was great too, although much different, I played volleyball at Cherry Creek High School in a USAV qualifier tournament. We got fourth (again) but I didn't do as bad as I thought...For walking so much the day before, I give myself a B. (not stellar, but I had some shining moments) So yes, I went from one side of the world (Haxtun) to the other (Cherry Creek) but both days were awesome and today, I was exhausted.