Picture Update

The only thing the pictures did not manage to capture was my food poisoning. Luckily, that happened on the last day. The rest of the trip was quite wonderful.

Did you know Santa Fe is 7,000 feet above sea level?
That makes for very pleasant weather.
I can't imagine what it must have been
like to live in the side of a mountain.
Simon wanted to stay and live in Bandelier National Park.
On our way to to shop for some art.
I just thought it was a cute picture.
We had some great opportunities to test out our newish
camera's capabilities. I thought this one turned out well.

Romantic Ride

So after the Bears game last night we started walking back to our car, parked some two miles away. We decided to walk along the lake, after all, it was a perfect night with a slight breeze, a clear sky with the moon reflecting upon the water.

As we started our trek, we walked past a bicycle taxi. You know, those things that remind you of rickshaws, except instead of someone pulling you as they run, they bike. On a whim, Drew and I decided to hop in. Despite being ridiculously overcharged, the ride was absolutely lovely and was a beautiful way to see the city at night. We not only saved our shoe soles, but we also were able to cuddle up together and enjoy a beautiful evening and pretend that we didn't have a care in the world.

"Oh, Sunny Santa Fe Would Be Nice..."

So our labor day weekend will be spent in Santa Fe. I've never been there nor do I know much about it. From what I've heard there is a lot of art and good food.

Any of you been there and have suggestions as to what should be seen or done?

Life Lists

So I was reading this in the NYT today. You know, a list of things that you want to accomplish before you die or reach a certain age? I don't have one but it seems like it could be a good idea if only because it may clarify what my true goals in life are. However, knowing that it is all the rage to make one makes it less appealing. But I've never been one to buck social trends so who knows, perhaps I will compile one.

Do any of you readers have life lists?

True Story.

It was a dark and stormy night. Seriously. Dark. And. Stormy. I had spent a half hour earlier in the day in the basement due to the imminent threat of tornadoes. But that had passed and I was hanging out on the couch perusing the Internet while debating whether I should have leftover lasagna for dinner even though I had also had leftover lasagna for lunch. Drew was out acting as NFL commissioner for his fantasy league.

Ding, ding, ding.

That's the alarm system telling me that one of the three doors in the house has opened. I can see two of the doors from where I'm sitting and neither of those are opened. That means it is the third door in the basement. Great, someone is coming in to rob or kill me. So, now I'm freaking out and my first instinct is to shut off the lights. Like that would make them think I was not at home anymore. I then go push the little door lock on the door knob because that will keep an intruder out as long as they aren't traveling with a bobby pin or have the strength to push open a basically hollow door. I start to pace.

The silence from the basement is causing me to panic. One would think the lack of sounds would be comforting but it's not. Wow, I think, I really wish I had a baseball bat right about now. Instead I grab the largest knife out of my knife block and head to the basement door, Caper in tow. I swing the door open and brandish my 7-inch knife, ready to scare the bejesus out of whoever is there.

No one attacks me. In fact, no one is on the stairs. I switch on the light and descend down.

Holy S***.

The basement is frickin' flooded. Again. There is water everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
And then I freak out. And by freak out I mean sobbing and practically hyperventilating while trying to slosh my way through all the water in an attempt to get things off the ground.

Oh, the joys of home ownership.