Undies for Connie

We just ran the Undie5000 in memory of Paul's mom who died from colon cancer. It was an absolute blast!! We were among the only people actually wearing just underwear, and we won the best team uniform award. Heck yeah!!

Posing for Rockstar.

The biggest tighty whities on the planet!

Supergirls (thanks for the undies, Kasia)

Team: Undies for Connie :-). Me, Laurie, Paul, Kelly

Finishing strong.

*I must also note that Paul was the ONLY guy in tighty whities. Rock on!

The lesser of two evils.

Let's see, what frustrates me more: cleaning up someone else's filth, or living in someone else's filth?? I'd say the latter.

So, I clean. I clean the leftovers in the yard from the pinata, all the red cups, the cigarette butts and boxes, the empty cans and bottles, the empty wrappers, and the overflowing trash and recycling cans.

Fortunately, cleaning serves as a release for me--but next time, I certainly wouldn't mind a little notice before there's a huge party at my house that would compel me to lock myself in my room.

Two-Can-Sam

I had a rum and coke last night. SINGULAR. I don't remember much after it.

Really??? Am I really that much of a lite weight???

Yeah. I am. And it was significantly embarrassing. Thank goodness I was in good company.

Life changing.

So, Ty picked me up to leave for our trip at 7:00 pm, Friday night. We got the kids (all two of them) and headed on our way. The three girls who had registered to go bailed at the last minute, and that caused Ty a great deal of discouragement. Anyway, we stopped in Silverthorne for dinner, and when we got back in the car to drive through the night, the transmission chose to no longer work.

So, we drove from Silverthorne back to Denver at 25mph. Ty was calling people from church left and right trying to find an alternative car for us to use. The YL leader that had lent us the car we had was at another camp and unreachable. Finally, I called my mom, waking her up in the middle of the night and explained the situation. Ulitmately, she decided to get out of bed and drive to Denver to give us her van to take. SERIOUSLY???!!! Her doing so, however, would mean that she would need a ride home to the Springs. So, Michael, who had previously offered to come pick us up in Silverthorne if we got stuck, drove down to meet us and take my mom home.

Did I mention that this all took place at 12:30am?

Yeah, so we finally got on the road at 1:15am and Michael got home at 3:15. My goodness. I could not believe what those people did to make our trip happen--buy holy canoly am I glad that it happened!!

We had on girl and one guy on the trip, and met up with some guys from Salt Lake City while the majority of the group was from Cheyenne Mountain High School.

The time was aboslutely fantastic! We played from sun up til sun down, and had hilarious program. The speaker did not water anything down, so it was absolutely phenomenal to see how the kids as well as the leaders were all so challenged spiritually.

Wow. What a special trip!!

Ring of fire--who says Christians can't have fun??

Dancin' it up!

Toes

Lookin' good for Powell Prom

I enjoy jumping off of things.

Powell, baby!!

I just spent an absolutley incredible week on Lake Powell, with some absolutely amazing people! I'll elaborate more soon, but for now, here are a few pictures of our time :-).

Weee!

Ty, in his awesome, silk pants.

Lovin' life!

Breath taking

Looking out from a campsite.

"Jaques Musteau" aka: Eugene Luning

My sweet girls.

One of the many rainbows seen on the trip.

One of our campsites. That's right...I slept here under the stars!

Bleh

I have been applying for jobs all morning.... I think it's time for a run.

Look at me!!

This week, I have been teaching Anna how to rollerblade. Everyday after lunch, she gets all suited up in her long volleyball socks, kneepads, wrist guards, and helmet in preparation to skate (not quite my style.) She is not, by any means, a dare devil, so this has been a big challenge for her, and I must say that she is doing rather well.

The first couple of days I just walked next to her either holding her hand or giving her the assurance that I was there to catch her. But as she grew more comfortable with it, I started long boarding in front of her. We have just been riding around the block at a walking pace.

Everytime she starts cruising, though, she'll yell, "Look at me!" and I'll turn around and reassure her that she's doing great. But yesterday, I was riding up a hill when she yelled it, and as I turned to look, my board hit a pot hole and I ate it. Whoops. Maybe flip flops and distracting surroundings aren't the best recipe for long boarding.