Bryce Canyon Jaunt

I wrote this blog entry MONTHS ago but had technical difficulties loading the pics. I guess you need to resize them. You would think that since I have previous entries with pictures I would've known, or eventually remembered. I didn't. I was just trouble shooting and feel like I resolved a problem. A problem I must have resolved before but have no memory of.

This last weekend I went to Bryce Canyon with alot of great friends. Mission: Cross country ski the 22+ mile rim. Results: Near heart arrythmia

In retrospect, all the ingredients for disaster and catastrophe were staring us in the face. Four novice women doped out on energy drinks, on skis, three feet from a precipitious cliff. We worked up a sweat trudging through deep fresh snow, climbing (on skis mind you) sliding backwards with each centimeter of progress. One of our most astute members thought taking off her skiis would improve her predicament. I assumed the physics of deep snow and feet were inate. Apparently not. Unless you are a squirrell, keep the skiis on.

Our trek came to an end as I came close to falling off the edge (I knew what I was doing the whole time), Danielle spent 2 hours trying to put her skiis back on, and I almost threw up. I hate to be arrogant but it is inarguable that my temporary illness saved four lives that day.

Total distance traveled: less than a mile (way less)

We never returned to the disaster area. Maybe some day when we have a plan that involves more than taking pretty pictures. We opted for safe and easier routes for the duration of the trip. Some (one) would argue we still weren't safe because we "lost track of the blue dots (on the trees)" but I knew where we were the whole time. Again, saving lives.

What I do do

Sometimes people are confused about my job. They wonder if I even have a job. But I do. I work. I found this video I took years ago driving back from a case in Idaho. I know you can't see anything in it, but it's the audio that is the key. The guy you hear in pain is Shad, who had just eaten some undescribably nasty food at Burger King and was paying dearly. So this is me working.

Didn't Yo Mama Teach You?

What is up with people and perfumes and things that smell very badly?! Everywhere I go I get stuck by someone who stinks. The gym, theaters, airplanes...you name it. People think, "Oh, this stuff smells good, I bet if I put the whole bottle on my neck I will be irresistable." Right, why not go swimming in a pool of cologne before you get on an airplane?. There I was, sitting patiently in a middle seat waiting to fly home from visiting Max in Kentucky. And along comes a very attractive man and to my suprise he sat by me (I can't remember the last time I was on a plane and got to sit by a cute guy). My accute olfactory senses picked up on his cologne overload immediately and 5 minutes later I was ready to puke. It took me 12 hours to get over the migraine that his carelessness caused. Cute doesn't count once the artificial smell threshold is reached, unless you look like my lil' big Max.

Where To Begin

I have finally succumbed to the societal pressures of blogging, and I do it with enthusiasm. I feel relieved to join the masses. Next project: Match.com. I really can't wait for that one.

There is no possible way to catch up on all that has happened in the last 34 years....so I begin with only this picture and a story. As you can see, I look happy. Happy for several reasons #1 I am in Palo Alto #2 I had just eaten a mint brownie made by Kay Paugh #3 I am about to go biking on sunday.