Only In Colorado...

on national ride your bike to WORK day people skip work and do a bike race instead.

I know the above picture says may 17th, but it was today and my road-biker rage increased greatly.

Good Friends, Good Times...and other random thoughts on life.

Well, apparently I'm not the best blogger in the world...my life has become a bit crazier in the last week since I started 3 jobs simultaneously. I am now a barista at Starbucks, I am privately tutoring people in Chinese, and I am a bonafide house/cat sitter. I am enjoying all of these jobs a lot (except for when there is a tornado and the house you are living in gets flooded). Also, watching these 2 cats is like having a baby in some ways...even if I shut the door to my room, they will still come and meow at the top of their lungs and scratch my door at 5 am so I will get up to feed them...talk about high maitenance!!! Starbucks is super fun except when you have to wake up at 3:45 a.m. to get to work by 4:25 a.m...YIKES!!!

So, last weekend I hosted a little party at the house I'm staying at...YES, they told me I could do this...in fact encouraged me to have parties. The house has a pool and a huge outdoor BBQ pit. The original plan was to have a pool party and BBQ. Unfortunately, the rain stopped only long enough to BBQ, there wasn't much swimming. The Nuckols were up in the area for the weekend and so we decided to get a bunch of the metroplex hommies together. Rachel and Jared even came up from B/CS! Russell and Bethany Leatherman were in town too and I got to meet their precious baby Ty...gosh he was cute! It was so much fun to see everyone!!!

I have a lot of pics....but they won't upload right now...I'll have to save that for later!

Minturn Market

After all the work, the Minturn Market finally arrived and Forever Butterflies made it's first appearance. We did pretty well for the first week and we had a lot of people ask us if we had a store front and tell us how to get our stuff 'out there'. We'll see how it goes.

To see some of the things we are selling go to:
www.foreverbutterflies.com
Most of the things on the website are made by my mom, but we will be updating it through out the summer.

KNIFE BUTT...

So, this weekend we went waterskiing with our friend Brian. Being that I haven't done this in a while, it took me a few tries to get going. I got up on the 3rd try and was cruising along and lovin it. As we rounded a corner I lost all control and fell flat on my butt. Can I just say this was caused a pain level of 10 in my bootie area. They circled the boat around and there I was flat as a board in the water wondering if there was knife in the water that somehow split the cheeks. Just a warning to all you waterskiiers...beware.

Does anyone remember the lady and her dog story?

The Show-Me State

Ross and I went to Missouri this last week to help with a work-week at Young Life's Clearwater Cove property. The camp is not yet in operation, so we did a lot of hard-core work to get it ready for small groups to come in this summer. I got to ride the lawn mower and power wash--I think riding lawn mowers are my new calling.

The camp is on Table Rock Lake near the Branson area. We were really suprised by what a beautiful area Table Rock Lake is. It looks like New Braunfels but it is much larger. Young Life currently owns 280 acres on Table Rock and there is all kinds of history in that area b/c it is right on the line of the north and south during the Civil War. Another point of interest was that Bonnie and Clyde used to live in the valley (before the lake was flooded) and they would come up to the property and get groceries from the people who had houses on the camp's land.

During the evenings, we would jump off of the cliffs at the edge of camp and swim around to the dock.

The area is definately real Rednecks. It isn't odd to hear the term, "We ain't got no more of that." The high school kids who were out there helping were so fun with their good old boy accents. I feel like I think in Southern Missouri slang now.

We had a really great time on our little adventure. We decided we like vacations were you get to work b/c it is easier to escape life than just sitting on the beach and letting your mind wander. We were really refreshed by the people we got to know while we were there and were definately affirmed in our desire to end up as property staff somewhere in the near future.

Mountain Nicknames...

We've found ourselves giving random people nicknames over the years...thought I should share a few...

Side Kick Nick: This kid named Frank, keeps spending all the family money on building up his jeep. Ross is doing all the work. Side Kick Nick is always there with Frank...all the time.

Get Away Griff: Ross acquired 3 free Subaru's one summer and 'sold' one to Get Away Griff for $500.00. He never paid in full and 'got away' with the Subi...he never even had the title in his name. One day (about 8 months later) Ross was talking about Get Away Griff with a friend and who knocks on the door but Get Away Griff with the keys and the rest of the money. He gave the car back with the rest of the mu la and Ross got to sell it to someone else.

Powder Snob Rob: Our good friend Josh Bennick and I were on our church's ski trip (yes, a church in Vail takes a ski trip to southern Colorado). The snow was really good this particular year and we were riding the lift up with Powder Snob Rob and he wouldn't stop talking about his sweet skis. He told us how he had 10 pairs of the best skis and he was wearing his top of the line powder skis for this day on the mountain. He got the name Powder Snob Rob that day. A side note of Powder Snob Rob which relates to Get Away Griff: Powder Snob Rob wanted to buy the Subaru before we 'sold' it to Get Away Griff. He drove it around for a week and then asked us questions like, "Do you think it will get me to Denver a couple times of year (as if he was expecting a $500.00 car to last multiple years and be super reliable.)?" When he told us he had to go to the bank to get a loan for the $500.00 car, we decided to sell it to Get Away Griff. I think someone spent a few too many dollars on skis...I think so.

Snowplow Jimmy: Only the coolest man in town! Picture an older stetson man--this is snowplow Jimmy...white hair, leathered skin, cowboy hat...he's pretty much sweet. I don't think we actually named him this, I think he's been going by this name for a long time.

Deadbeat Dave: A name given by Snow Plow Jimmy...apparently, he lent Deadbeat Dave some money and he never gave it back.

Warning...

Jared, MattMann and Curtis...

You are going to get taken off our 'link' page if you don't start blogging again. I'm serious...Do you see Langston's link anymore? I got tired of looking at those pants with a whole in them.

Sex Offender Update...

So, my earlier post about the sex offender thickens....We purchased a Jeep Grand Wagoneer Woody a few weeks ago (We are currently replacing the tranny--believe me, it is blogworthy--just you wait.) The guy was having difficulty finding the title, so Ross was helping him look in his truck for it. Ross opened the glove and saw some papers for a Sex Offender case. He was weirded out and quickly put it back in the glove box. Anyways, when I told him about my earlier story, he says, "did you find the guy we bought the Woody from?" We found out it is the same guy! You know you live in a small town when....

KK back and FIERCE

Ok, so I've fallen off the face of the blogger world for a while. Funky V actually called me last week and threatened me...SO I decided it's time to make a blog world comeback. It had been so long that I forgot how to log in and everything. So, 2 weeks ago I went up to Kansas to help out with this thing called O-week. It was a week to prepare students going overseas (and a week to put them through hell so they'd be ready). So, I took the role of a mean security officer. (it was a hard role for me) We had to wear camo pants, a black security shirt, a black hat and black sunglasses. So day 1 comes and I roll out...everyone is wearing camos they bought at the army surplus store...then there's me, lookin good in my Old Navy camos...I think they might have even had some lace on them or something. One of the biggest and most intimidating (although sweetest and most like a teddybear) men comes over to me and he's like...are those regulation army pants? Needless to say, I got crap all week from them. So what if I want to be a security officer in style??!! Who says you can't be fierce and cute??