Archive | September, 2003

Happy Campers

29 Sep

I’m back from another wonderful weekend, where I enjoyed the beautiful Indian Summer weather. I went camping with both of my brothers and their families, a few friends, and my new man (we’ll call him JB).

We were in California, camping at Lake Francis Resort. It’s a pretty little lake, and it was nice and warm.

We were a short drive from Bullard’s Bar Reservoir, where we mountain biked and boated. It’s a beautiful alpine lake surrounded by evergreen trees and with turquoise water. Here’s an arial pic:

Saturday night, it was so warm that JB and I decided to sleep out under the stars, which was so peaceful. I stared up at the stars, reveling in the fact that one year ago, I wouldn’t have been able to see any stars without my glasses. Laser surgery rocks.

After everyone in our group left on Sunday, JB and I swam around in Lake Francis and hung out on the pier. We practically had the lake to ourselves, and it was easy to just relax and let the time slip away. I got back home last night around 10… And woke up this morning a bit groggy and sore, but happy.

It was probably the last camping trip of the year, but it was a good one.

Shelby the Flying Dog

26 Sep

All of the kids in my family, including myself and my two brothers, grew up and flew the coop. In other words, we all left our home town of Albuquerque, New Mexico to pursue our careers and our dreams.

That left Mom and Dad back there without any of their kids, though. Being that they are retired, Dad spends the majority of his time at the golf course, and Mom’s hobby is her dog Shelby, whom she admits is a ‘replacement’ for her kids since we all up and left her.

Mom spends multiple days a week training Shelby in flyball and agility. She sent over the following pictures of the two of them doing flyball, and I thought you all would be entertained by them. I swear this dog could literally fly if she learned how to use her ears like Dumbo.


Babies on the Brain

25 Sep

Now before you get too excited after reading that headline, I want to state that I’m not pregnant, nor am I plotting anything.

I found out today that two of my closest friends in the world are expecting, and I’m so very happy. I’ve had perma-grin all day long.

And two of the women in my office are trying to get pregnant, so the conversation all day long at the office has been baby, baby, baby, pregnancy, delivery, Lynnette freaking out about the delivery conversation, then more baby, baby, baby. It’s all in good fun.

So to those two people, and you know who you are, congratulations, and may I just say that if the people in my office wouldn’t think I’d gone off my rocker, I’d be getting up and doing leaps of joy and high kicks around my office.

My Day In Court

24 Sep

One month ago today, which was a Sunday, I crawled out of bed and decided to take Tucker the pooch on a mountain bike ride with me. I loaded him in the truck and my bike on the rack, and I was off. It is like a five minute drive to the trail head.

About three minutes later, I saw flashing lights behind me. I pulled over, and the officer informed me that I had been speeding. Strike one. He then asked for my license. Considering I was so close to home, I hadn’t bothered with bringing my license. Strike two.

Then he asked for my insurance. I pulled out my insurance paper and realized that I hadn’t replaced the expired papers with the new ones. Strike three. I’m out.

The officer graciously gave me a warning on the insurance and the license, but wrote me up for 10 miles per hour over the speed limit.

Now back in 1999, I had received one ticket for 10 miles per hour over the speed limit, and that ticket cost me $50/month extra on my Trans Am insurance until it finally fell off my record in 2002.

Since I didn’t want the ticket hitting my record, I decided to opt to go to court and ask to go to traffic school. Thanks to street closures and crappy parking downtown, I ended up parking 2 blocks away from the court and about 20 minutes late. I ran those two blocks in my suit and high heels. Not fun.

When I showed up to court, there were over 100 people in the court room. I was number 97. It took so long that I began to fret about my parking meter, knowing that I was running out of time on it.

After pleading no contest and asking for traffic school, I marched out of there and rushed to my car to find seven minutes left on my meter AND an angry parking ticket glaring at me from under my windshield wiper.

Yes, Mom and Dad, I let out a few explicatives at this point. The ticket was for not having a front license plate on my car.

Now come on, people. It’s a Trans Am. It has this beautiful pointed nose with a firebird emblem where the license plate is supposed to go. Sports cars look stupid with front plates. My front plate is conveniently stashed in my trunk.

So, after $90 for the speeding ticket, $20 for school, and $45 for my parking ticket, I now have a sparkling clean driving record again. I’d like to say that’s ‘priceless’ as they say in the Mastercard commercials, but it was rather pricey. All because I wanted to go mountain biking on a Sunday morning.

I hope all of you have a better day than I’ve been having.

Update On My Life

23 Sep

As many of you know, my life has changed a lot over the past few months. What you may not know is that there is a new man in my life. I haven’t directly mentioned him here because, well, I guess I didn’t want to freak him out or take the chance of jinxing things.

But things between us are going really well. It has actually been hard for me to keep doing regular blog postings without mentioning him. Now don’t get too excited, because you won’t be getting all the gory details on us, but I can give you some highlights.

Need I say that it was an excellent weekend?!


18 Sep

I seriously think I have found the most warped person on the Internet. I managed to stumble across The Date My Sister Project, where he sets his sister up on dates and then follows her around with spy equipment to document the dates.

I’m not quite sure why I got sucked in by this wacko, but then I discovered The Stinky Feet Diaries, where he infects himself with athlete’s foot, and The Fat Project, where he convinced two people to try to gain 30 pounds in 30 days.

Some people have too much time. Evidently, today I’m one of them because I read these projects in their entirety. I totally need to get a life.

Isabel vs. Samantha

18 Sep

I’ve been playing phone tag a lot lately with my friend Samantha. Samantha and I became close friends while we were both living in the Detroit area. The two of us had grown up in New Mexico, and both happened to end up in Michigan. Our brothers and mothers had been friends, so we had a lot in common.

One of the biggest things we had in common was our dislike for Michigan. We both wanted OUT, and after I had been there four years and she had been there seven, we both plotted our escape routes. Within a few weeks of each other, we moved to the places we had been dreaming of going. I headed to Nevada, and she headed for Virginia Beach, VA.

We haven’t seen each other since, and I really miss her. She bought a condo in Virginia Beach, and I can’t help but think of her this week as hurricane Isabel nears her new home. But you know where Samantha is? Europe. She is a flight attendant, and evidently was sent to work overseas during the hurricane fiasco.

I feel really bad for her being in a foreign country, wondering what will become of her new place. I don’t even think she had a chance to board up the windows.

I just read this quote in an article:

In the coastal resort of Virginia Beach, the police chief urged those staying behind to write their names on their forearms so authorities could identify their bodies and notify their next of kin.

Now, that is serious.

Isabel, please be nice to Samantha. And Samantha, I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but Nevadans don’t have to worry about hurricanes.