God do I love him

Chris from the shower: "Uh-oh. Black hairs- above my belly button."

Somebody...Please explain.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to watch the last debate between Obama and McCain because I had class, and it seems that yogi's are not political enough to call off a teacher training- not even for something as important as domestic policy.

I did however, listen to my fair share of NPR sound clips. And I thought that I had captured the gist of the debate: McCain in a tizzy and Obama showing grace. But....obviously, I missed something that sound bites just couldn't capture..and I'm not really sure how to comprehend this:

Source: Yahoo Reuters.

Feel the sun on my face

It's been raining here the past week, and worse than that, it's been threatening to snow.

This being my first fall experience within the climate of Colorado- I'm not sure what to expect. My fingers are crossed in the hopes that it doesn't drop below 40 until January, allowing for time to save my pennies and head south to bask in the vitamin D rays of the sun- a true sign of God.

Today, the sun is shining through the windows, giving the illusion that I should shed 2 of my 3 layers... but I know better. Instead, I'll say goodbye to my tanned skin, and hello to my wool socks.

Goodbye beautiful skin. The next time I'll see you will be 7 months from now. You'll be white and and little too tender, but that's o.k., I'll remember you at your best, and hopefully- if God hasn't forgotten how fragile I am- we will meet again on a sandy beach in the southern hemisphere. I'll bring the Coco Butter and you, bring a smile.

In hindsight

Now here's a blog that I wish I can claim as my own work. Unfortunately though, I made the mistake of telling my entire family that I have a blog, and I gave them all the URL so that they can read it everyday.

Me, being a relatively opinionated person, -o.k., maybe more than relatively- fairly opinionated person, I have a lot to say about many issues. But, I choose not to write about most of these subjects that move me in such deep ways because of concern that my much of my family and friends may take offense to my opinions, or better yet, think that I am crazier than I really am.

A friend sent me a link to a fantastic blog- disclosure: another of my opinions. The author of the blog below as hilarious! I've only had time to read through the first few entries and thus far I've laughed enough to aggravate by back injury- Here's a teaser:

"You just can’t teach an old dog a new trick… even if you put lipstick on it. Change is needed. I know because I am a fat, old dog. For too many years I’ve been eating more pie than I should. Jenny Craig had me doing pretty good for a few years but eventually I started eating pie again. John McCain has been part of the Republican party in Washington for 26 years. It doesn’t matter what he has been saying the last few months, eventually he’s going to eat the party pie again. He’s old. I’m old. That’s what we do. We don’t suddenly switch to salad ."

I see now that being an 'Elder' in the family has it's benefits. One can really speak from their heart- or gut and they've already put in their many years of being polite and prim. I'm quickly learning that those virtues are highly overrated and make for an extremely boring person, although well dressed with fantastic table manners.

Can we make the ripe old age of 31 considered 'Elder' status? How about 32? Or should I just risk offending the people closest to me and just write it how I feel it- from the gut?

Better idea: I'll just start another blog that no one knows about; although you might have to collect me from Canada after I've been black-listed by the government... no wait, leave me up there...just get me a really good snow suit, with some -50 moon boots...oh, and a mosquito suit.

Here it is. Enjoy her, she won't be around forever:
Margaret and Helen

Thanks for sharing Hanni- Awesome find!

Super Star!

"Leah IS a Kenyan. A very happy 3:37! Saa-weeet!"

This is my Big sister. A woman with 3 boys, not including her husband. And no, she's not crazy yet- at least not in the bad way.

She ran in the twin Cities Marathon yesterday and got her best time ever! 3:37! Can you believe it? I'm thinking that she started running at about my current age, so if I can get my butt in gear now- where did I last see my running shoes? In the truck? the basement? I'd better just stick to yoga, you don't need shoes for that.

Leah's very first debut as a Running Super Star was it the Twin Cities marathon way back when- maybe 4 years ago? I'm not sure, if you haven't figured me out yet I'm not a girl of time keeping. Living in the present is what I dedicate my energy to. Fore example: am I wearing underwear? Did I remember to put my glasses on and wait, where was I going?

Since the first 'Twin Cities' of her career she's run her way up to the Boston- still kicking @$$- or butt! She really is The Man! I'm so proud of her!

Great job Big Sis!!! You are the 1 and only Super Star!

This morning I woke up at 7 a.m. This is very unlike me as I greatly depend on an ample amount of beauty sleep. 7 a.m. just doesn't cut it. I guess I'll have to wear my sunglasses all day.

I'm in the midst of building a garden bed, and am so excited about it that I couldn't sleep. The bed consists of a multitude of layers. The layers will be transformed into magnificent soil that will be ready to plant in the spring- so that when the world ends and the economy busts, I will at least have greens to eat, and less grass to water.

One of the pivotal ingredients is newspaper, and it seems that no one actually purchases the newspaper these days- me included. I assume that we all read the news via our computer screens- assuming that we, as first world nation, are still reading the news.

So at 7 a.m., this morning, it dawns on me that it is garbage day- which means recycling! I jump out of bed, put on my sweats and take a walk with Dyggs and Frankenstein down the back allay in search of newspaper. I get to the end of the block with one measly press in my hand and there is my neighbor, one that I have yet to formally meet. As she's getting into her car she gives me a odd look. I smile at her, look through her garbage can- nope, no paper, and continue on my journey with Dyggs and Frankenstein in tow.

Hmm. Didd'nt think that one through. Next time I scavenge for supplies I'll make sure to wear my Manolo Blahniks and carry my Louis Vuitton clutch, for the Galli image- if anything.

I'm proud to be me

Chris's parents headed home yesterday after spending the weekend with us.

I'm wondering just how crazy they really think that we are. It's hard to hold it together for a whole weekend after finally letting loose the last 7 years of attempting 'normalcy' in Utah. I'd consider myself borderline nutty, not enough though, to warrant Chris dropping me off at the big brick institution in Evanston that we pass on our way to Utah- the one that I always beg Chris never to send me to.

Here are some photo's of the Rocky Mountain National Park.

The Shining- remember?