Day 38: More of the same...

We got about another half foot of snow last night. Of course you know what that means... on separate occasions throughout the night I had to escort our four-legged babies outside, clearing a new path each time to their "restroom" so they could do their business. 

I guess the one good thing about this is that the two little ones go in the same spot so clean up is a breeze.  Sophie, my free spirited girl, will run about the backyard through the snow until she's ready to go.  Mind you, all this time I'm standing by the back door at 2:30 in the morning, shorts, t-shirt and snow boots (yes, I'm quite the fashion whore), freezing my, you know, .... waiting for the big princess to do her thing.  Normally I wouldn't wait for her but because the back door doggy door freezes up periodically, I need to make sure she gets in ok.  Remember the previous story about Roscoe??

No more snow on the forecast but cold temps are rolling in.  That means the snow is here to stay for a while.  Not to worry.   No Negative Nate here.  I'm still liking it.  We'll be heading up to Breck this Friday for another hooky day of snow boarding. 

Day 37: Monday Monday...

The  Mama's and the Papa's were so right about Mondays.  "Monday, Monday.... can't trust that day."  How is it that the inanimate objects in our lives all seem to know when it's Monday?  Coffee jumps out of its mug into your car seat (the one you're sitting in at the time).  Car tires find that little shard of glass, declaring it's time for a replacement.  Clothes dryers decide to go into early retirement.  Several hundred peanuts decide they'd like to relocate across the entire kitchen floor rather than stay cooped up in their jar.  Or that cupboard door that knocks the scooper full of coffee grounds out of your hand and all across the kitchen counter.  Trust me folks, those inanimate objects conspire against us.

And let's not forget the living.  Your your little dog decides it would rather do it's business on your living room rug because it's too cold to go outside.  Your boss decides to unload a dozen gotta-do's on you first thing in the morning.  Or how about those six overlapping meeting invites that all occur before the day is half over?  And let's not forget that person standing in front of you in Starbucks who, after being in line for 10 minutes, still can't decide what they want when it's time to order.  Or the person in the express checkout line at the grocery store who waits for every item to be checked and bagged and then decides to write a check.  And let's not forget my favorite, the person who pulls out in front of you, forcing you to slam on your breaks, who then proceeds to drive 10 miles per hour slower than the limit, but just fast enough so THEY can get through the intersection while you get stopped at the light. 

Every other day of the week is fine, yeah....  Monday, you just leave me cryin'....

Day 36: Death from above...

These talons of death are hanging right outside our bathroom window and right over the door way leading into the garage.  I think Ralphie would be better off taking a bb gun pellet to the eye then get skewered by one of these bad boys.  Very soon they'll start crashing down on the house.  My home office is right below this armada of doom and when they start falling they rattle the house.  The dogs usually run for cover and I've been known to scurry under my desk screaming "IN COMING!!!"

Day 35: The after picture...(see Day 33)

And here you go.  A day after the "big dump".  Gorgeous blue skies with puffy, white clouds.  Not too cold.  I actually over-dressed and ended up working up a sweat plowing through the snow to get to that same spot.  Hope the snow stays for awhile so I can get more winter pics.  

Day 34: My buddy...

Look at that face!!  That's my girl, Sophie.  My buddy.  Hutch to my Starsky.  Tennille to my Captain.  Red Bull to my Vodka.  Sundance Kid to my Butch Cassiday.  Rice to my Montana.  Nancy to my Ron.  Lucy to my Desi.  Tonic to my Gin.  Beans to my Frank.  Yin to my Yang.

... my Sophie 

Day 33: Bracing for the big one...

No, I'm not talking about a major bowel movement.  Looks like winter is going to finally make an appearance, and in a BIG way.  I guess today's photo will be the "Before" picture.  If we get over a foot of snow, as they're predicting, it may be a bit of a challenge to get the "After" pic.  Might have to pull out my snowshoes.

I've got to admit I'm looking forward to the big dump.  Again, I'm not referring to bathroom activities.  One of the biggest reasons I moved to Colorado was for the seasons.  Now is the time for cold and snow.  I still need to get in some snowshoeing but more importantly I'm looking for more days on the slopes.  I know many of my local friends are already starting to entertain thoughts of sun and sand.  My friends in So Cal are talking about 80 degree days already.  But I'm still diggin' the winter wonderland.  There will be plenty of time for the hot summer days full of camping, hiking and bbqs.  For now, I'll bundle up, keep that shovel handy and get my car ready for another trip up to Breck.  Who's with me??

Day 32: Mortality...

Wow, when did I get old??  I've been walking around all this time thinking I'm still this man-child of 18, invincible, strong, able to do pretty much anything I want.  But now look at me?  Glasses.  I'm back to wearing glasses.  And reading glasses for that matter.  The kind that sit at the end of my nose so I can read but still look up to catch the scores on TV.  I kid you not, it was literally a little over a month ago that all of a sudden I had to wear these damn reading glasses ALL THE TIME.  And because they're not bifocals I'm constantly bobbing my head up and down like a frickin' pigeon just to see what's right in front of me.  It's really hard to hold onto your mojo when you have to say "excuse me" while you pull out your glasses so you can read the dinner bill. 

I'm beginning to understand the evolutionary path I'm on to becoming a grumpy, old man.  Everything is breaking down.  My eyes, my knees, pretty much every part of my body.  I don't recover nearly as fast from a hard work out as I used to.  I can remember as a teenager, spending a week up in the Alps skiing, every day, ALL day.  And every night we'd party it up at a local gasthaus and be right back on the slopes bright and early the next morning.  Now I look for an excuse to call it a day by noon.  And I visit the bathroom so often I have Executive Platinum status.  Unfortunately they don't serve food or drinks on that "seat".  And when the evening comes and it's time to get a little "hmmm baby", I'm whining about how tired I am.  Suffice to say my wife is none too pleased.

So what can you do?  Wear the glasses. Change to boxers.  "Cork the bat".  I guess whatever it takes to stave off the final chapter of my own mortality.  Now if we could just get those punk kids to turn down their stereos....