Exactly what I was thinking

Hmm. Should I worry?

Town wide binge

It snowed a few inches today and the whole town shut down- well except for the bars.

I've learned that in Fort Collins 'snow day' translates to 'binge day'. It's too far from the mountains to ski on short notice, so what's second best to skiing? Drinking I guess.

Spring has Sprung

A couple days ago I lost track of Chris. I always try to keep him in my peripheral vision like I would a 10 year old- which takes a talented woman. I looked in his office, the garage, outside....no luck. Eventually I gave up and headed to the basement to make a dent in Mount Laundry and this is what I found:

Finally- Flying season has started.

Thank You to the Queen of Spring. I've never been so happy to here Stravinsky's Rite of Spring.

It's been the longest winter of my life thus far, well, at least of my adult life. Chris and I have been working and trying to keep busy. We're broke along with the rest of the world, but all in all, what is there to complain about? Other than the snow and the lack of sun.

XC Skies is rock'n and we've gotten lots of new subscriptions. Hopefully this means that we'll be on the road a bit this summer. To my family, who is not exactly sure of Chris's profession: This does not mean that we are rolling in the green, no, you are way off-not even close. This means that we are living in our truck, smelly and covered in launch dust (which in all honesty is my preferred past time). So please don't get your blood pressure in a frenzy because you're under the impression that we are ignoring you. No, instead think of Chris and I-and Dyggs and Eighty, as a door to door sales family. We travel to promote, and we are very lucky to Love this life.

Yesterday was our first tow of the season. After much too much communication and clarification we had two great tows -I'm still the best tow job in town.

Our first go started with Chris on tow at about six feet above the ground for about 1000 feet in distance. It was truly impressive, him hovering the ground and staying centered between the barbed wire fences on both sides of the road. We've decided that our problem was birthed out of way too much communication. Our conclusion was this: Just let a girl do what she knows how to do best.

Where's Waldo? The first to find Chris in the picture above gets a free years subscription to XC Skies.

Chris says that there are records to be broken out here. So stay tuned, and if you're a pilot, now would be the time to pitch your tent in our back yard.

would you still be my friend?

Would you still be my friend if Chris and I moved into one of these?

I have to give props to my Father in Law, who, by the way is Brilliant, because it was his idea that Chris and I should purchase an AirStream and travel the world.

I'm thinking that 3 cats and 2 dogs would be considered a true $hit show- a term that Chris commonly uses lovingly towards me when referring my uncanny ability forget, spill, drop, break, lose, change clothes at the last minute and so on as I'm trying to accomplish tasks.

So as long as I'm all ready a $hit show, why not add the family? They're the ones who cause my behavior, so why not embrace them in a 200 sf silver bullet.. on the beach? Yes, the beach always makes the impossible possible.

He says: "Any monkey can fix it"

Chris: "Well...it doesn't leak!!"
Sarah: "Yeah...'cause it doesn't turn on!!!"

Minutes pass.

Chris: "You don't use the cold anyway, right?"

I've lost my funnybone

I've seemed to have misplaced my funny bone, and this is why I've neglected my loyal fans.

I have no excuse.

To be brutally honest, this is the very worst time of the year for me. I usually will myself through these last couple of winter months by wondering the countryside of Mexico, usually with some sort of purpose, like looking for a ride- or more likely a road to find a ride upon. Perhaps I'm in search of Chris or possibly a taco, but on most occasions my ambition is to find a stealthy place to cop'a squat. Either way, whatever it is that I'm attempting during those times of wandering, I would bet the farm that I'm ecstatic to be doing it. I guess that I'm admitting to being a person who is very easily impressed with her surroundings, given they are lacking in snow, specifically dirty February snow.

So Instead of wandering the countryside, I've been busy grasping onto the thin strand of sanity inherited from my mother by filling my days with the mundane habits of life, mostly chasing Eighty around yelling "No!.." (fill in the blank), and working- which is pretty non-existent. Nothing to write home about, literally. Although, I did recently learn how to milk a cow, put a turkey into a trance and examine a sheep's uvula for pregnancy; I'm really hoping to come back as a farmer in my next go'around.

Chris and I are in the process of "jacking up the house". Thus far, there has been a bit of humor involved- there's nothing like watching a marble role across the floor- the wrong direction. I'll write about this later, when it's in past tense.

For now, watch this clip. It's titled: Everything is so amazing and nobody is happy.... (Ironic)