tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77869012172291160462024-02-22T13:23:19.910-07:00The Random Adventures of VargasgirlRandom Ramblings and Adventures While Living By My Own Rules I Make Up Along The WayVargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-68636412798421680532013-11-20T13:11:00.001-07:002013-11-20T13:14:16.029-07:00Today's New Knowledge"They" say that you learn something every day.
Today's knowledge should certainly win me a round at some point at the infamous "Geeks Who Drink" trivia nights.
Who is this young man jumping on this album cover?
I remember seeing this single at the local record store when I was a young deviant skipping school to purchase music and smoke cigarettes. I know why I opted not to buy this single? Probably because I decided I needed smokes and I already had the album "The Queen is Dead". Or my best friend April had it and I was bugging her for a taped copy. My memory is foggy. I do know that I acquired my very own copy of "The Queen is Dead" while on a teenage road trip to Douglass Wyoming. That trip is a whole other blog post.
Anyways...
Many people credit that as the Smiths best album. I disagree. My personal favorite is Louder Than Bombs. I can credit that little love affair with an old high school flame. I still love that album. It is not possible to listen to it and not think of Greg (RIP) Again, that is a whole other blog post.
Back on track...
Who is this?
Do you know?
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None Other than Truman Capote.
Yes, the Author of In Cold Blood, also made an appearance on The Smiths album cover.
Neat huh?
Don't you feel smarter now?
If you win a beer for this knowledge you can thank me later.
Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-28438410278576997882012-04-10T14:09:00.003-06:002012-04-10T14:13:34.966-06:00ZIP ZANG ZOWIELast weekend at the Rocky Mountain Women's Film Festival, Aan Evening of award Winning Shorts, there was one film in particular that struck me. It was a short (8 minute) film, it was spoken word. The Film was titled: "A Finger, Two Dots and Me" It was based off the following poem...<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br /><br />Lying together in the park on Seventh,<br /> our backs smoosh grass and I say<br /> I will love you till I become a child again,<br /> when feeding me and bathing me is no longer romantic,<br /> but rather necessary.<br /> <br />I will love you till there is no till.<br /> Till I die.<br /> And when that electroencephalogram shuts down, baby<br /> that’s when the real lovin’ kicks in.<br /> <br />Forgive me for sounding selfish<br /> but I won’t be able to wait under the earth for you<br /> (albeit a romantic thought for groundhogs,<br /> gophers and the gooey worms).<br /> I will not be able to wait for you…<br /> <br />but I will meet up with you<br /> and here’s where you will find me:<br /> get a pen–<br /> <br />Hold your finger up<br /> (two fingers if your hands are frail by now)<br /> and count two stars directly to the left<br /> of the North American moon.<br /> You will find me there.<br /> You will find me darting behind amazing quasars<br /> Behind flirtatious winks<br /> of bright and blasting boom stars!<br /> <br />Sometimes charging so far into space<br /> the darkness goes blue.<br /> I will be there chasing sound waves<br /> riding them like two-dollar pony ride horses<br /> that have finally broken free and wild.<br /> I will be facing backwards, lying sideways,<br /> no hands, sidesaddle, sometimes standing<br /> sometimes screaming zip zang zowie!<br /> My God, it’s good to be back in space… Where is everybody?<br /> <br />You will recognize my voice.<br /> You will see the flash of a fire trail<br /> burning off the back of me<br /> burning like a gasoline comet kerosene sapphire.<br /> This is my voice.<br /> Don’t look for my body or a ghost.<br /> I’ll resemble more a pilot light than a man now.<br /> <br />I’m sure some will see<br /> this cobalt star white light from earth<br /> and cast me a wish like a wonder bomb.<br /> And I’ll think “Hmmph. people still do that?”<br /> <br />I’m sure I’ll take the light wonder bombs<br /> to the point in the universe<br /> where sound does end.<br /> The back porch of God’s summer home.<br /> <br />It’s so quiet here, you float.<br /> It feels the way cotton candy tastes.<br /> <br />I say to him… why do I call you God?<br /> He says ‘Because Grand Poobah sounds ridiculous.’<br /> (Who knew he was so witty?)<br /> I ask him ‘Lord, so many poets have tried to nail it and missed, what is holy?’<br /> <br />At that moment,<br /> the planets begin to spin and awaken<br /> and large movie screens appear on Mars, Saturn and Venus<br /> each bearing images I have witnessed<br /> and over each and every clip flashes the word holy.<br /> <br />armadillos–holy<br /> magic tricks–holy<br /> cows’ tongues–holy<br /> snowballs upside the head–holy<br /> clumsy first kisses–holy<br /> sneaking into movies–holy<br /> your mother teaching you to slow dance<br /> the fear returning<br /> the fear overcome–holy<br /> eating top ramen on upside-down frisbees<br /> cause it was either plates or more beer–holy<br /> drunk beach cruiser nights–holy<br /> the $5.00 you made in vegas<br /> and the $450.00 you lost–holy<br /> the last time you were nervous holding hands–holy<br /> feeling God at a pool hall but not church–holy<br /> sleeping during your uncle’s memorized dinner prayer–holy<br /> losing your watch in the waves and all that signifies–holy<br /> the day you got to really speak to your father cause the television broke–holy<br /> the day your grandmother told you something meaningful<br /> cause she was dying–holy<br /> the medicine<br /> the hope<br /> the blood<br /> the fear<br /> the trust<br /> the crush<br /> the work<br /> the loss<br /> the love<br /> the test<br /> the birth<br /> the end<br /> the finale<br /> the design<br /> in the stars<br /> is the same<br /> in our hearts<br /> the design<br /> in the stars<br /> is the same<br /> in our hearts<br /> in the rebuilt machinery of our hearts<br /> <br />So love, you should know what to look for<br /> and exactly where to go…<br /> <br />Take your time and don’t worry about getting lost.<br /> You’ll find me.<br /> Up there, a finger and two dots away.<br /> If you’re wondering if I’ll still be able to hold you<br /> …I honestly don’t know<br /> <br />But I do know that I could still fall for<br /> a swish of light that comes barreling<br /> and cascading towards me.<br /> <br />It will resemble your sweet definite hands.<br /> The universe will bend.<br /> The planets will bow.<br /> And I will say “Oh, there you are. I been waitin’ for ya. Now we can go.”<br /> <br />And the two pilot lights go zoooooooom<br /> into the black construction paper night<br /> <br />as somewhere else<br /> two other lovers lie down on their backs and say<br /> “What the hell was that?”<br /> <br />-Derrick Brown, Beat PoetVargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-73238617029900943792011-04-01T17:10:00.001-06:002011-04-01T17:12:06.556-06:00Happy Birthday Shannon!Editor Note: This was supposed to be published two days ago on 3/30/11<br />Alas, I suck and it didn't happen.<br />Enjoy...<br /><br />Today is my friend Shannon’s 30th birthday!!!<br /><br />Not just ANY “dirty 30” mind you… SHANNON’S 30th B-day.<br /><br />In order to respect Shannon’s privacy and because she does not define herself with her illness I will spare the details there, but give all the good news.<br /><br />Four weeks ago Shannon was readmitted to University Hospital in Denver, this time was only 5 weeks after the last time she checked out. These frequent visits were very unnerving. As a friend you want to keep an upbeat and positive attitude, but we were all concerned. This was not good news. About a week before her re-admittance she decided to put herself on the Lung transplant list. She had been eligible for this list for quite some time but I suspect she stalled going on the list because she wasn’t going to let the disease “win”. <br /><br />Through texts messages we agreed I would come to see her on Sunday and cheer her up, bring in some food (probably Thai) and we would do whatever we do when we hang out in a hospital room and pretend we are anywhere else and the nurses are really just there for entertainment. <br /><br />The next day, Wednesday March 2, I got the text from Shannon. “Sunday won’t work for us to hang out, I am getting lungs tonight!”<br /><br />Yes, less than a week on the list and only hours after the doctors said her chances for lungs any time soon was bleak. She was second on the list and lower priority. <br />So here we are 4 weeks later. On her 30th Birthday! A birthday doctors said she may not see, and on top of it all, no needed oxygen. She can breathe.<br /><br />Nothing makes me happier than seeing my friends in ‘good’ places. I think breathing is the best gifts Shannon could have gotten for her B-DAY! Although the running shoes I am buying for her are going to be a close second best. Get up and at ‘em girl! You’ve got some training to do!<br /><br />Happy Birthday Shanny Shan Shan!Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-76263792469316502412011-04-01T17:08:00.001-06:002011-04-01T17:10:14.569-06:00Smart Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMa6U7X7Hk9oN0b3-seQFutnuj4S6tA5VgYRETZPGl7pYWYy8hMInvOdm6ooHNSvwcpGhR1J0s8ul0fn3HVSOy48DomjddlgrW_Lvjxl8GhqB_I29v4mZeqA_5NPf4vR8Xx4Aw1d1IE7by/s1600/christopher%252520short.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMa6U7X7Hk9oN0b3-seQFutnuj4S6tA5VgYRETZPGl7pYWYy8hMInvOdm6ooHNSvwcpGhR1J0s8ul0fn3HVSOy48DomjddlgrW_Lvjxl8GhqB_I29v4mZeqA_5NPf4vR8Xx4Aw1d1IE7by/s320/christopher%252520short.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590756005666597010" /></a><br />Tonight, My friend's husband, Christopher. Will be on Jeopardy. Good luck!!!Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-59390060939496514592010-07-07T22:32:00.002-06:002010-07-07T22:35:55.101-06:00Poor Little Sad BlogSorry I have neglected you. I have a valid reason. It’s not a good excuse, but it is true.<br /><br />See, this spring I got a hair brained idea to purchase a business. A flower shop to be exact.<br /><br />Why? Well many reasons. <br /><br />To name a few: I was getting way too much free time, I was enjoying sleeping in, or only setting my alarm to go on 5 am swims, or for fun events. My friends were tired of reading my facebook status updates of my travels to Puerto Rico, volunteer work at various beer, music and film festivals. It was kind of freaking me out how many ‘famous’ people I was meeting this year. It was getting a little frightening. My dog and cat were getting sick of me being around the house so much. Ski season was over. Oh yeah, and I can’t forget, I needed one of those job things, since I was less than enthusiastic about going back into IT I figured I would create my dream job.<br /><br />So what better way to solve these issues? Buy a business! It will take up all your free time and teach you many lessons in the process. Since I love learning lessons hands on. I had my work cut out for me.<br /><br />The process of purchasing a business I think is the closest I will ever come to having a baby. Not that I have had a baby to compare this too, but after seeing what many of my friends went through with childbirth, I feel like I can relate. <br /> <br />In the beginning of the process, random people would immediately ask you if you are married and if this was planned (I am NOT kidding). The first to ask me this question was my first bank I went to in order discuss financing, yes, even though this is highly illegal, I was asked “How do you expect to do this without a husband?” Hello 1954, please go away and come back to 2010. Needless to say I did not get my loan from that bank and I am in process of closing my accounts there.<br /><br />Everywhere I turned it seemed like everyone had unsolicited advice to give. Some good, some not so good, and much from people with no credibility to give advice.<br /><br />My workout regime along with my diet pretty much went to hell.<br /><br />I would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares of “what if I screw this up?”<br /><br />I dreaded and anticipated the delivery date.<br /><br />Since the delivery date(June 1) I have not slept or ate much. Again grabbing food and short naps when I can. Not even going to talk about my workout schedule. Or I should say, what workouts? I have participated in one triathlon and the MS150 bike ride this summer, but both of those performances showed my lack of commitment to ‘training’. I do however still plan to go to SF for the Nike half marathon in October. Note the ‘half’. I will not be training for the full marathon.<br /><br />My social life has suffered horribly. If you want to find me, I’ll be at the shop.<br /><br />In the end, I will drive a mini-van. Heck, even my ‘mom’ friends, I can only think <br />of a couple that have mini-van’s. I am not afraid, It will have a lot of flowers on it. It’ll be cool!<br /><br />Even though this list looks like a whining list. Believe me it is not.<br /><br />I could not be happier! I am working ridiculous hours, but I am for the first time in my professional career, feel like I have found my ‘fit’. Playing with flowers and making people happy every day. Who wouldn’t love that? Oh yeah, plus I get the bonus of reading all those cards people send with flowers. That alone is a whole other blog.<br /><br />More to come, I promise.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-59418055044732703632010-05-21T07:50:00.000-06:002010-05-21T07:51:33.328-06:00RUM PUNCH! *POW!*This past week I returned to Puerto Rico. This trip was the original one planned days before my aunt passed away in March.<br /><br />Once again I return with a recipe that I am being prodded to share. <br /> <strong><br />RUM PUNCH!</strong><br /><br />In a pitcher, Mix:<br />1 Cup Coconut Rum<br />½ Cup Limon (Lemon flavored rum)<br />1 Cup Pineapple Juice<br />½ Cup Orange Juice<br />Splash of grenadine.<br /><br />Top the pitcher with ice, mix well, top each drink with FRESHLY grated nutmeg. (don’t use any of the stale powered, pre-grated shit!—YUCK!)<br /><br />Serve to your friends, smile, and enjoy!!! <br /><br />*Warning: you may make multiple pitchers of this.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-25017347909126820922010-05-07T07:54:00.003-06:002010-05-07T08:01:15.721-06:00By Popular Demand: RUMCAKE!(Editor note: I wrote ths blog a couple of months ago after returning from my trip to Culebra. I have withheld posting it until I had photos to match. By a little proding from an old friend across the pond, I am posting this without photos so Val can make some rumcake)<br /><br />A few years ago, I found a rumcake recipe online that I tried, loved, shared and accepted all rave of all my friends saying it was the best Rumcake they EVER had. This includes my ex semi-expat parents that spend a better part of a decade as Antiguan residents. Let’s just say, my family knows good Rumcake when they have it. And I make a MEAN Rumcake. <br /><br />The recipe I used and pretty much still follow came from Pioneer Woman. I change some of the technique’s some. But I don’t want to completely plagiarize her recipe. <br /><br />Recently I traveled to a small island off the coast of Puerto Rico to lay to rest my dear Aunt Judy that passed away rather un-expectantly. Aunt Judy was known for a lot of things, speaking her mind, causing a social ruckus and baking a mean Rumcake. In fact her cakes were famous, if you ate a Rumcake on Culebra, more than likely you were eating my Aunt Judy’s Rumcake. She supplied them to all the restaurants on the island. Her Rumcakes had been written up multiple times in travel magazines. <br /><br />I regret I never got down to Culebra to visit my Aunt and have her Rumcake. In fact I was supposed to go for my first visit this month. That’s Aunt Judy for you, Leave the party early and forget to say good-bye.<br /><br />When I arrived in Culbra, after settling down for the evening, my cousin Tracy (who I secretly think is really an older sister since we are so similar in soo many ways) asked me “Want to make one of Mom’s Rumcakes?”<br /><br />Oh hell yes!!! (I really wanted to spy the recipe)<br /><br />Imagine my shock when I saw the recipe and discovered it is the same as mine?<br /><br />I could be selfish and keep it as my own, but that is not my family’s way. I will continue the family tradition and sell the Rumcakes whenever I can, but I won’t hesitate to share the recipe either.<br /><br />By the way if you’re too lazy to bake this yourself, I will do it for you and sell it for $25. I am still trying to figure out shipping so unfortunately you need to be local at this time for me to deliver it.<br /><br />Okay, so enough of the bibble babble, let’s get to the RUMCAKE!<br /><br />First you will need GOOD rum, I personally like Cruzan Coconut Rum. Aunt Judy Swears you need Bacardi Dark Rum. Who am I to argue with Aunt Judy? Use the Bacardi for this recipe, okay?<br /><br />As for the cake mix, but a yellow cake mix with pudding in the mix. This saves you from having to add a box of pudding, plus again it is one of the few discrepancies between AJ and I. I am going for her rules, so do it!<br /><br />RumCake:<br />1 Box Yellow cake Mix (pudding in the mix)—If you can’t find this kind, buy a box of instant vanilla pudding to add.<br />4 eggs<br />½ cup cold water<br />½ cup canola oil<br />½ cup rum<br />1 cup chopped pecans<br /><br />Glaze:<br />1 ½ cups REAL butter<br />¼ cup water <br />1 ½ cups sugar<br />¾ cups Rum<br /><br />Preheat Oven to 325 degrees<br /><br />Grease a Bundt pan with either flour and butter (if you still do that)—or cheat with cooking spray. I use the non-stick cooking spray.<br /><br />Place the chopped pecans around the bottom of the greased pan and set aside<br /><br />In a big mixing bowl (I use my Kitchenaid, AJ used a bowl and a hand mixer—either is fine. Mix all the cake ingredients and mix on low speed until blended, then turn up the speed to medium and mix it all up for 2 minutes.<br /><br />Pour the batter in the Bundt pan, pop in preheated oven, and cook for 1 hour. Until cake is done. <br /><br />You all know how to test when a cake is done, right? (Stick a toothpick in it and see if it comes out clean. In this case, use a bamboo skewer. You’ll use that skewer later so don’t trash it.<br /><br />Are you sipping rum right now? You should be, but slow it down partner, we have some serious cooking yet to do!<br /><br />After you remove the cake from the oven. Set it on a cooling rack to cook, come back and using a rubber spatula gently release it from the edges of the pan as it cools. When you feel daring, put a plate on top of cake and flip upside down to take it out of the pan and let cool on a plate. Don’t be afraid, but don’t be too daring either.<br /><br />Now we stab the cake, take that skewer and poke, poke poke the cake all over. This will allow the delicious glaze we are about to make places to go in the cake. Go ahead…keep skewering the cake…<br /><br />Okay once the cake has been perfectly perforated, place the pan back over the cake and reverse the flip method so it is back in its pan. Skewer the ‘top’ of the cake some more. Set aside.<br /><br />Now for the fun part…THE GLAZE!<br /><br />Measure out Rum, place to the side.<br /><br />In a medium saucepan melt the butter, sugar and water. <br /><br />Heat over medium heat, constantly stirring. Bring it to a boil. Still stirring constantly, boil for 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, remove from heat and add rum.<br />Watch out when you add the rum and stir, it will cause a commotion in the pan and it may startle you. <br /><br />Now is the process to slooooowly pour the glaze over our (upside down, still in the pan) cake.<br /><br />Pour a cup of the glaze into a measuring cup you are able to pour form, easily. <br /><br />Slooooowly drizzle the glaze over the top, around the sides, towards the center of the cake. You may need to take small breaks to make sure it all absorbs. Pour pour pour. Once all poured, walk away for a little bit (30 minutes to an hour)<br /><br />Come back, once again, place serving plate on top of cake, and flip it. It should pop out beautifully.<br /><br />VIOLA!<br /><br />RUMCAKE! If your not too drunk from sampling the glaze and sipping rum, cut yourself a piece and enjoy. Even if you are drunk, you probably need some food by now. So eat up!<br /><br />Served with coffee this makes a wonderful breakfast (in my opinion)Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-81097100176822930172010-04-29T22:24:00.004-06:002010-04-29T22:28:01.206-06:00Filter?Yes, I apparently don't have one that functions all the time.<br /><br />This weekends random statement that had me chuckling, and my friends looking at me with the ever so common confused, entertained look on their face.<br /><br />"Move Over Peanut Butter, Jelly is Movin' In!!!<br /><br />This may seem like an appropriate statement for breakfast or even lunch conversation...Maybe notsomuch for shopping at Banana Republic with your girlfriends.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-38883477787974607732010-04-23T11:51:00.004-06:002010-04-23T11:57:12.358-06:00GULP!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzr_J68sO0zsnshr3RiuHcVVyb-1jDx3UL6WW6BrQytVNE9a-wC1bIr9Euikn0aLFtjv-YZ4gY9ADTtm25bx4MzPHMoO8qN5OF-lAO2eNMNnKLVJt7AIsBwb5ePAfa9sZCo-0UjZ2QfuvU/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzr_J68sO0zsnshr3RiuHcVVyb-1jDx3UL6WW6BrQytVNE9a-wC1bIr9Euikn0aLFtjv-YZ4gY9ADTtm25bx4MzPHMoO8qN5OF-lAO2eNMNnKLVJt7AIsBwb5ePAfa9sZCo-0UjZ2QfuvU/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463392635373946546" /></a>Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-21224300034940352612010-04-14T18:25:00.003-06:002010-04-14T18:39:49.144-06:00Easter ShenanigansEaster may have been a couple of weeks ago, but the celebration memories will last forever.<br /><br />What better way to celebrate a story of a deity turning into a zombie than dye Easter Eggs with friends?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieBWO4lOFSr9NAIiTXpSjW4KhLrbfBizFgehh_3OE6cyIoiQUo6lOCD9K8wS4YzF5HAKxl3rU3yyoXQ8bMUBCz5iFfxSTcBSgZakUHepvhgXUnjp4P-KEQ3h1osgeJlz84hBpBSCiT3eb/s1600/eastereggs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieBWO4lOFSr9NAIiTXpSjW4KhLrbfBizFgehh_3OE6cyIoiQUo6lOCD9K8wS4YzF5HAKxl3rU3yyoXQ8bMUBCz5iFfxSTcBSgZakUHepvhgXUnjp4P-KEQ3h1osgeJlz84hBpBSCiT3eb/s320/eastereggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460157153385817810" /></a><br />I’ll tell you how. Drink Car Bombs*, and ButterBall** shots while dying eggs!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljCED445GabpqUOsnAfVASLRMKaMpulw3J4imv9L9XbBXV7bTDc7x-Bsd6CREWC5giwwvo0oGd8-VcyTW6d-Lc_icsdffb798orxZw6atiKs_pFj8mRB_xfQ5Txe2NSJseeypybgvyrpS/s1600/eastershots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljCED445GabpqUOsnAfVASLRMKaMpulw3J4imv9L9XbBXV7bTDc7x-Bsd6CREWC5giwwvo0oGd8-VcyTW6d-Lc_icsdffb798orxZw6atiKs_pFj8mRB_xfQ5Txe2NSJseeypybgvyrpS/s320/eastershots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460157158708176402" /></a><br />*For the younguns that may read this, a Car Bomb is a half pint of Guinness with a shot of Bailey’s dropped in. Some add a tad of Irish whiskey to the shot, I do not. That would be ‘yucky’. Do not try this at home unless you are a trained professional, like I am.<br /><br />**A ButterBall is another delicious concoction of Baileys and Butterscotch schnapps.<br />Side note1: 8 am yoga the next day was not as delicious as the shots the night before, I would like to publically apologize to the people next to me that has to smell my stinky, sweaty hungover self. Sorry ‘bout that.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-5779734659979184902010-04-12T10:31:00.003-06:002010-04-12T10:34:09.313-06:00You Know You’re an “Athlete” When:You get a personalized letter in the mail inviting you to an event, solely on your performance at a previous event. Not a mass mailing, not a mass email but a letter, hand addressed to you with the words, “we would like to personally invite you to participate in our event”.<br /><br />Whoa! Me? Really? <br /><br />COOL! <br /><br />Looks like my Tri season this year just got one more race because who can turn down that invitation?<br /><br />Leadville, here I come!Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-20120968889310614692010-03-22T18:21:00.001-06:002010-03-22T18:23:06.339-06:00Less Than ZeroIn the past week I lost two people, one a family member I always loved and admired and one an old flame that I had written off years ago when his lifestyle and mine didn’t seem to mesh together any longer.<br /><br />Grief is a funny thing, I can be abnormally stoic to a point, and then like a steamroller out of control it hits me.<br /><br />Hard.<br /><br />Through these times I am reminded of lessons learned, people’s impressions left on our lives and other relationships formed because of these people.<br /><br />Also my emotional compass has been spinning like a top.<br /><br />Rest in Peace Aunt Judy. You were always a bright light to me and taught me invaluable lessons like never care what people think of you and never apologize for speaking your mind. And the most amusing lesson you taught me, while in the Caribbean underwear is prohibited. Noted. You lived life to its fullest and I can only hope to live mine like you did yours. <br /> <br />Rest in Peace Greg Flack. You were my first boyfriend, I was the first to break your heart. I hope your soul has found the peace you desperately searched for all these years. I can only hope your children also find peace and comfort knowing their father is no longer fighting the demons he fought for so many years. I can’t help to be angry with you also. I am sure you expected that.<br /><br />Thank you to my old and recent friends for their love, support and understanding through this really fucked up time. One lesson I have recently learned is throughout my life I have chosen amazing people to surround myself with. You all mean so much to me. <br /><br />Thank you.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-14421868584381711802010-03-17T10:06:00.003-06:002010-03-17T10:16:29.622-06:00Valentines DayThis is ‘Nugget’: He <strong>HATES</strong> Valentines Day!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbAqOEM-2OcyKWVwZ_wOHHvQYRi2aw8WkE-4PhTkJyzz-PYvOs1ipQh63hzir8fsPXqod-oBitl0T-Np-4t9m6cYjUwjZwNBbE6jI_WWtrlmkvlUTIVg_Dt24ZboBzAoY2ZJCEZKdN_ZO/s1600-h/IMG_2718.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbAqOEM-2OcyKWVwZ_wOHHvQYRi2aw8WkE-4PhTkJyzz-PYvOs1ipQh63hzir8fsPXqod-oBitl0T-Np-4t9m6cYjUwjZwNBbE6jI_WWtrlmkvlUTIVg_Dt24ZboBzAoY2ZJCEZKdN_ZO/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449636298097449282" /></a><br />This is Jayne: She doesn’t think highly of it<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5pIZ-O1oxtwOFPRIkYJf-fD44OEZm2DgRHCuytu-IA9cO4IVKKd_uKk6ORIrPArZD6szyh2b5GOi9eRHxZOEluvPZ1y8Kcm7lDhSbIeFnFpNU3I7bQOFCbyBst-Fx6trEsu6JNfAWpb7/s1600-h/IMG_2717.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5pIZ-O1oxtwOFPRIkYJf-fD44OEZm2DgRHCuytu-IA9cO4IVKKd_uKk6ORIrPArZD6szyh2b5GOi9eRHxZOEluvPZ1y8Kcm7lDhSbIeFnFpNU3I7bQOFCbyBst-Fx6trEsu6JNfAWpb7/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449636283070598706" /></a><br />This is Lyssa: She doesn’t know what to think. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRmoiWVA9O0Yvoq50yCMj-CqOU3VxUBrdLfShn-yVVeuyU_TuQIFHQrIXGfSc0rwIXVdASeoLco65ZstWAhMqFi17fp7PyzscCe01dbjbFpEgAnQfAjrB1Mg94V_kbWou8UdPOk4tMFSm/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRmoiWVA9O0Yvoq50yCMj-CqOU3VxUBrdLfShn-yVVeuyU_TuQIFHQrIXGfSc0rwIXVdASeoLco65ZstWAhMqFi17fp7PyzscCe01dbjbFpEgAnQfAjrB1Mg94V_kbWou8UdPOk4tMFSm/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449636303679168994" /></a><br /><br />We all agreed Erica is our favorite Omlette Parlour waitress. Her mimosa’s are pure love!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOLLWawFzxcLIdZIZlvzHgXyHfsGO_CRT8pm-bVFL3oNOwAx20yfb8-Si9YGO2WbUxf_IIETmYehH_lyMWncF18dHUrQwMIZJ5wt6cRdyaClWaqQRAvPgjvrMN8PTktzetKZSrhKMo12s/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOLLWawFzxcLIdZIZlvzHgXyHfsGO_CRT8pm-bVFL3oNOwAx20yfb8-Si9YGO2WbUxf_IIETmYehH_lyMWncF18dHUrQwMIZJ5wt6cRdyaClWaqQRAvPgjvrMN8PTktzetKZSrhKMo12s/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449636325692881634" /></a>Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-89661715481381949302010-03-17T09:17:00.008-06:002010-03-17T10:00:01.001-06:00Birthday Party Recap (late)Yeah I know my birthday was over a month ago, but what can I say? <br /><br />As I affectionately tell my ‘Nugget’: “ Bitch, I’ve been BUSY!"<br /><br />Snow in the mountains, sun on the Front Range and so much fun to be had.<br /><br />This year it was discovered that my friend <a href="http://nacheaux.blogspot.com/">Lauren</a> and I share the same birthday.<br /><br />Thank goodness she was on the ball for planning her party, I tagged along with it since we have a lot of mutual friends and she planned it at an awesome location. The <a href="http://www.thecliffhouse.com/">Cliff House </a>in Manitou Springs. <br /><br />Since Mardi Gras was the same week of our birthday. That was the theme. 'Mardi Gras Ball' No admittance without a mask. No exceptions, except <a href="http://pittbrownie.blogspot.com/">Brownie</a>, but he sucks.<br /><br />There were local characters. Purple Lloyd made his appearance.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmopJKEIkVdFUnDlfMj_hJmnutJKR_yMCtqhXJ36oRhwm1atiYd5cmV8UyAKIFenYNQqfYt5lqwowkwrnomV0qJz1AdXYJ-8eaiCIzIDP2fSr23KTCmPIxq-FxMfQwECBSIZ0vYzFicdF6/s1600-h/bdaylloyd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmopJKEIkVdFUnDlfMj_hJmnutJKR_yMCtqhXJ36oRhwm1atiYd5cmV8UyAKIFenYNQqfYt5lqwowkwrnomV0qJz1AdXYJ-8eaiCIzIDP2fSr23KTCmPIxq-FxMfQwECBSIZ0vYzFicdF6/s320/bdaylloyd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449631078911277138" /></a><br /><br />There were friends<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3s5BEcBilUK_r5YjrUb_5ih4kRskB7uMP0luNtEHDbEpEwEHSNJMPxCIzZ1oAxcfjv8mo6M7tVkH-nD4nAPlurRe5m5g-9zVowjeRKpXPimgZ7_n_ZDORw8CVkMAxIUI2zeSc7AsOze-j/s1600-h/1q2w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghofBVSuzR1TGPzKmIzrbKBemSWgDvTW1HMOHfXP0t-hPPjpjHvEGSE0sHzW961rHp1EwYi0YX3S6juwhqXhT3xRluu5K1dnDHZBVoPBiP6P4B5QMa-hhRj-qMO_aXE845fTDYhEhXJz04/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449625585268241522" /></a><br /><br />Disguises<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24tVwOQhMbVSm7_bBEsxH7Tzpw8pbrwqrjwjSFdq0nQTSR31SOCo3oAmAkDh70zcuD6LiFNALlXkLeblTsQZCigL_kwbmpCneIp4mEL8b476HPvtHIIyQ97AIE8Dpxf0DQAW3qcPNom5_/s1600-h/IMG_2639.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24tVwOQhMbVSm7_bBEsxH7Tzpw8pbrwqrjwjSFdq0nQTSR31SOCo3oAmAkDh70zcuD6LiFNALlXkLeblTsQZCigL_kwbmpCneIp4mEL8b476HPvtHIIyQ97AIE8Dpxf0DQAW3qcPNom5_/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449623918807117026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV97CDIrJCiXrOG6hdolwAZbxSg8A951k8BvpQitr4PvqZ3UdnByw59vcvdsnkP8bf3M9nsJ1ZMNvjb7-zc2aST6kTYe0UoWjNSOdnIotbulB_4mB2UH_CcPedyQpEL6BggZ_ku1-JRZj1/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV97CDIrJCiXrOG6hdolwAZbxSg8A951k8BvpQitr4PvqZ3UdnByw59vcvdsnkP8bf3M9nsJ1ZMNvjb7-zc2aST6kTYe0UoWjNSOdnIotbulB_4mB2UH_CcPedyQpEL6BggZ_ku1-JRZj1/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449623908951779778" /></a><br /><br />Family (my mommasita and step father)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqs2FB7-JjWLlW87mQqAGM8Ecvv_G9BpkFI_u3dELON-YOlJWg1uxw6L0zSDjg3E8FBATOk-Tx5LzDgAI99FUAtvcPzJlKa6nMfXowMxQ6o53MPFh-hgbKk1s6JDcal39fyaYgqkv_2ro5/s1600-h/IMG_2645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqs2FB7-JjWLlW87mQqAGM8Ecvv_G9BpkFI_u3dELON-YOlJWg1uxw6L0zSDjg3E8FBATOk-Tx5LzDgAI99FUAtvcPzJlKa6nMfXowMxQ6o53MPFh-hgbKk1s6JDcal39fyaYgqkv_2ro5/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449623924564279954" /></a><br /><br />More friends<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15dKDbF5xuweOmv6olf_FvhMeE33M5EIzDXSWdmYcW5CVCwQis-Hdm5FrJ7GJpjTt2l824yjXSUAkyP_zOOT_Q_5zv_Ex56gg2fAL_KX-E1fwHcAGbrHs0OWHjn2EyUzeRsgr2Y4-LSgn/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15dKDbF5xuweOmv6olf_FvhMeE33M5EIzDXSWdmYcW5CVCwQis-Hdm5FrJ7GJpjTt2l824yjXSUAkyP_zOOT_Q_5zv_Ex56gg2fAL_KX-E1fwHcAGbrHs0OWHjn2EyUzeRsgr2Y4-LSgn/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627997473125506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ztTfp0vLEVa2QT998PwSGR_QbuzgHvKMnwUWBT0yN-y3BqW-4JQEC8YMt8DSgwwUFIpsfJV_qbDk3yMd4-yGghUPswQCh9T6JAV2QyYqqIcKDHt9bZyus9ATxf_bAkJCLfi6XUqIINUO/s1600-h/IMG_2669.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ztTfp0vLEVa2QT998PwSGR_QbuzgHvKMnwUWBT0yN-y3BqW-4JQEC8YMt8DSgwwUFIpsfJV_qbDk3yMd4-yGghUPswQCh9T6JAV2QyYqqIcKDHt9bZyus9ATxf_bAkJCLfi6XUqIINUO/s320/IMG_2669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627990166284322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VaOMxjI3Kv_EWK4uxiSSt1xQOQjeFT81YRzRGqF-1_l3mLu1wxoskoNMVcICnhAEbHnFoywsrzumNMqbt5MzlYvUY9fwzJlDMqc3BJ3LAvalrESVTySNTvyTWp8GVbv-XS8dJhv-h-wn/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VaOMxjI3Kv_EWK4uxiSSt1xQOQjeFT81YRzRGqF-1_l3mLu1wxoskoNMVcICnhAEbHnFoywsrzumNMqbt5MzlYvUY9fwzJlDMqc3BJ3LAvalrESVTySNTvyTWp8GVbv-XS8dJhv-h-wn/s320/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627972722331010" /></a><br />Dancing<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIZdGL_w0ZrGhzQq2cCILbbJ122IBZci0gRrV50b8vVrOrORVFmqlQqmCi-xiKMHtrim4wjQolWvxNhKAx0doQmw_SLVqQmdOaROYda4NzdcautT3VPI_Ov4xuH1EfQ8vcfp6QdSZMJ8A/s1600-h/IMG_2682.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIZdGL_w0ZrGhzQq2cCILbbJ122IBZci0gRrV50b8vVrOrORVFmqlQqmCi-xiKMHtrim4wjQolWvxNhKAx0doQmw_SLVqQmdOaROYda4NzdcautT3VPI_Ov4xuH1EfQ8vcfp6QdSZMJ8A/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449623940265368082" /></a><br /><br />Balloons<br />Don't think I wasn't suckin down helium all night, what is a few more dead brain cells?<br /><br />New uses for spanx were unveiled<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJyVUzTYEkeQKOJZyBBWU5mjoFSwWkLoavJaQB5wCLvgWsNwNpR0NjF3_NS4uL9nzicxxDYwMvvRWVyhtjyEknl6NfZcr87nF30lUaHkkBpJoJVZ4cA83j0CmUJXdnRLe8zOgwG15y5BB/s1600-h/19079_305774138348_559313348_3383644_929749_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJyVUzTYEkeQKOJZyBBWU5mjoFSwWkLoavJaQB5wCLvgWsNwNpR0NjF3_NS4uL9nzicxxDYwMvvRWVyhtjyEknl6NfZcr87nF30lUaHkkBpJoJVZ4cA83j0CmUJXdnRLe8zOgwG15y5BB/s320/19079_305774138348_559313348_3383644_929749_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449625561428396418" /></a><br />Noone flew away<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQsxBliC-onCrR8ucmTSB317nPsSJCl5sMuCx0RvZZ5xr5ZVrzfXjHhZYeZWMQIaWyl5WXJpCBHyztmKAlQliZXVQoc6Qfh1deHqIIjXu6BOLvqApTKNhefXW0uY6zIrf681BSPR-9vIk/s1600-h/IMG_2700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQsxBliC-onCrR8ucmTSB317nPsSJCl5sMuCx0RvZZ5xr5ZVrzfXjHhZYeZWMQIaWyl5WXJpCBHyztmKAlQliZXVQoc6Qfh1deHqIIjXu6BOLvqApTKNhefXW0uY6zIrf681BSPR-9vIk/s320/IMG_2700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449625571285632018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZ_7Vs2qWNNUwtJcFQuRfvt-LJk9ocgtfQHxvj-s90yR5zummUG3B9FJ_a7JCkYQvDY2BECZ17XKZ0Zlo113v3gwMaLObiRk2ZqIxdzbh-gfEnI7eTK7G67xbYhpeSa2i9ySe8-jxAAOv/s1600-h/IMG_2709.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZ_7Vs2qWNNUwtJcFQuRfvt-LJk9ocgtfQHxvj-s90yR5zummUG3B9FJ_a7JCkYQvDY2BECZ17XKZ0Zlo113v3gwMaLObiRk2ZqIxdzbh-gfEnI7eTK7G67xbYhpeSa2i9ySe8-jxAAOv/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449623928977967346" /></a><br /><br />And I became a year older! (Although no more mature.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd517y2WHWX7PwHYrOwqFEoIU7WOrh_tSJ18f5uowicT_quA8qO8GFxMob2-ftvUKNvT4iLmqEdUoWeKsWoQE1ZrdAy9_biusFQso2DUP2nqoHMrPKACHWhC6n-lZUoRHfhc_C5BDotMOF/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd517y2WHWX7PwHYrOwqFEoIU7WOrh_tSJ18f5uowicT_quA8qO8GFxMob2-ftvUKNvT4iLmqEdUoWeKsWoQE1ZrdAy9_biusFQso2DUP2nqoHMrPKACHWhC6n-lZUoRHfhc_C5BDotMOF/s320/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449632308527479618" /></a>Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-33429935892737586862010-03-05T21:11:00.007-07:002010-03-06T00:00:42.566-07:00Sundance Film Festival 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBZYRMMeS7ntRYocRSFgTeeL89solDrOyv23pXJa81NWBt9vmT6oBj8zkwzVgHZASt5smKPCihwSZodUJdtusP7wmJ-0Vx2pyrbu93ziSo30yR3MwA_HfHt9iDKKegWRK1Azj-NCJMN7Y/s1600-h/egyptian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBZYRMMeS7ntRYocRSFgTeeL89solDrOyv23pXJa81NWBt9vmT6oBj8zkwzVgHZASt5smKPCihwSZodUJdtusP7wmJ-0Vx2pyrbu93ziSo30yR3MwA_HfHt9iDKKegWRK1Azj-NCJMN7Y/s320/egyptian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445374207638672738" /></a><br />Sundance Film Festival 2010 was an experience I will never forget. Even though 4 weeks have past, I still am struggling with how to document it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuLz14CyfDTbvaE6eCrDwBrtvbmEzB8nBzAUl01WxXb6lNktZ_7s6xV194IuMxB_3-nS762L3vwsiExJ9sgabzUly-7P6gjPl20w69fXQSuI1CQk493u5sfaeEYB_JyVIROYhIDmnqddk/s1600-h/IMG_2593.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuLz14CyfDTbvaE6eCrDwBrtvbmEzB8nBzAUl01WxXb6lNktZ_7s6xV194IuMxB_3-nS762L3vwsiExJ9sgabzUly-7P6gjPl20w69fXQSuI1CQk493u5sfaeEYB_JyVIROYhIDmnqddk/s320/IMG_2593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445370381442170562" /></a><br /><br />I can do it chronologically. List the movies I saw, the celebrities I saw, the friends I met. So many choices. <br /><br />Unfortunately I was unable to take many pictures since cameras were not allowed during work, when we had an audience and actors/directors/producers in the theater.<br /><br />Let me start from the beginning. Many people have asked how I came to go to Sundance Film Festival. My long time friend Leslie, lives in Park City with her husband John and daughter Brooke. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3AfLwbzul8VIl_4ETaSZUyFOriWX_REWNWsbT_JaXz0_XyxdiZAtJ4zvZ8LHz_sTvGhZItzKt_v7Ab9Xe5_pkPct4Kc6zgjS0zWVQR_J3-h1Gr1VjR7Ypk9J46cAxi6URxp4UIl77ZyK/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3AfLwbzul8VIl_4ETaSZUyFOriWX_REWNWsbT_JaXz0_XyxdiZAtJ4zvZ8LHz_sTvGhZItzKt_v7Ab9Xe5_pkPct4Kc6zgjS0zWVQR_J3-h1Gr1VjR7Ypk9J46cAxi6URxp4UIl77ZyK/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445372400257730770" /></a><br />She is a returning volunteer for the festival every year. This year, on Wednesday the week before the festival, She announced on facebook that she was unable to work her shifts due to a scheduling conflict. I immediately looked at plane tickets to Utah and booked my trip. Not only was I going to the festival, but I was going to get the opportunity to spend time with Leslie and meet her daughter Brooke for the first time. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08r7zskH7WJwLxR80s6oNrOkPN13vJqFHsc9qRbIIsEv_CNeNXbmUoNI15mAMx0Bn5VA-iTFREwUq1f8bG6l5Ae7KjHWhIMln74Q4oO4ypfSzrX6G5D8hqCDDd3Yo_YW9CPvlBLeIgvWJ/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08r7zskH7WJwLxR80s6oNrOkPN13vJqFHsc9qRbIIsEv_CNeNXbmUoNI15mAMx0Bn5VA-iTFREwUq1f8bG6l5Ae7KjHWhIMln74Q4oO4ypfSzrX6G5D8hqCDDd3Yo_YW9CPvlBLeIgvWJ/s320/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445370387843409810" /></a><br />Brooke is 100% little princess and we had a ball playing dress up and casting “magic spells” in her room to keep the nightmares away.<br /><br />Friday evening was my first whirlwind night of work. Considering I had to wake up at 2:30 am to catch my flight. I knew working until 10pm would be a challenge. <br /><br />Dressed in my volunteer uniform which was a Kenneth Cole Ski Parka, I was off to my first shift at work.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_V6HerGNQJZo0FFKXZuk7sXw7nxSqKw6BSSmUBhFpwBnJawkS75lf-K2vfDYvp2ds6NZS_DDeATTWQUaqtVcbxwN0DrTmWn-mHjm2UDl6Hz1gwKa72f-VWI2NUwtBULcHkIudvHqHUq34/s1600-h/IMG_2617.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_V6HerGNQJZo0FFKXZuk7sXw7nxSqKw6BSSmUBhFpwBnJawkS75lf-K2vfDYvp2ds6NZS_DDeATTWQUaqtVcbxwN0DrTmWn-mHjm2UDl6Hz1gwKa72f-VWI2NUwtBULcHkIudvHqHUq34/s320/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445372389527437746" /></a><br />I Like to call this look "Storm Trooper Chic"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrBrqIqTuMRlj6Nu6iKbIZ9S2lVQWs1DqXfYdcvzJ-7ANSQQAISFxjdxuAj82hCutswmrp5TB_lltyHKa6aLiDZvxHMVd6laLBTOQXiSgcf8ja4fcYo2JXSfSwj8Y3jjM1pGSw0ssczYo/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrBrqIqTuMRlj6Nu6iKbIZ9S2lVQWs1DqXfYdcvzJ-7ANSQQAISFxjdxuAj82hCutswmrp5TB_lltyHKa6aLiDZvxHMVd6laLBTOQXiSgcf8ja4fcYo2JXSfSwj8Y3jjM1pGSw0ssczYo/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445370404230314834" /></a><br />To make it more exciting we had two big premiers that evening at the theater I was working at. Including Adrian Grenier’s (star of Entourage) film, staring Paris Hilton. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49kEKku0HCERHd6LwTJ_i6Zyoj1Q9CZ9uTRLXxazs_nD1IciBML3dSKzLYcEfyOaCU1wnq7lYiWb7SzbgVBfhZD923dpr29P1h2gURHMkohvx2IDr8YGEL9g7exnSQUm2oAzqS2H7OrhB/s1600-h/IMG_2592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49kEKku0HCERHd6LwTJ_i6Zyoj1Q9CZ9uTRLXxazs_nD1IciBML3dSKzLYcEfyOaCU1wnq7lYiWb7SzbgVBfhZD923dpr29P1h2gURHMkohvx2IDr8YGEL9g7exnSQUm2oAzqS2H7OrhB/s320/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445372381962383394" /></a><br /><br />Yes, Miss Hilton was in the audience. Her skin is orange and she smells like cigarettes. She also likes to smoke in public restrooms. Apparently she doesn’t want any Paparazzi to film her dirty little habits.<br />By the end of my first night the celebrity spotting was low, I blame it on my exhaustion.<br /><br />Celebrities sighted:<br /><strong>Adrian Grenier <br />Paris Hilton</strong><br /><br />Movies watched:<br /><strong>Teenage Paparazzo<br />Douchebag</strong><br /><br />Saturday, after an amazing nights rest, Leslie and I snuck away for a pedicure while her husband John entertained Brooke before I went to work.<br /><br />The movies I saw Saturday night:<br /><strong>Night Catches Us</strong><br /><strong>Sympathy for Deliciouse</strong><br /><strong>The Perfect Host</strong><br /><br />Celebrity sightings Saturday Night:<br /><strong>Jake Scott</strong><br /><strong>Seth Rogan</strong><br /><strong>Constatine Morales</strong> (from American Idol—I had no idea who he was until someone told me after I had a conversation with him about where he could find the concession stand)<br /><strong>Parker Posey</strong> (Love her!)<br /><strong>Orlando Bloom</strong> – (oh goodness what an extremely handsome man! I got the pleasure of escorting him to the restroom. Glamorous, I know)<br /><strong>Juliette Lewis</strong> –(Very nice!!! She also complimented my shoes. Another fan of the red patten leather danskos, lady has good taste.) <br /><strong>Ron Livingston </strong>(aka: Peter from Office Space –I also got to show him to the restroom in the back of the theater. I was getting good at this. Hot, attractive, famous men talking to me and I got to show them where the water closet was. This is not how it happens in my dreams.)<br /><strong>Mark Ruffilo</strong><br /><br />Sunday was much lighter in the celebrity sightings, but I did see the most powerful movie of the entire festival.<br /><strong>8 A Mormon Proposition</strong>. If/when this movie comes to a theater near you. I strongly recommend seeing it. Wow! <br />At times during the filming you could hear the audiences emotional reactions. It was very moving.<br />The mayor of San Francisco was in the audience along with some men from the Mormon Church who you could tell were NOT happy about this film.<br /><br />Movies viewed Sunday:<br /><strong>12th and Delaware</strong><br /><strong>8 A Mormon Proposition </strong><br /><strong>Lovers of Hate</strong><br /><strong>Three Backyards</strong><br />Monday morning I got up bright and early and rushed downtown to try to catch a viewing of The Runaways. A festival favorite. Unfortunately I missed this movie but it gave me more time with Leslie and Brooke.<br />I have to include this photo of Brooke since I have the exact same skirt and top. I never thought of mixing the pink cotton top with the black tulle skirt, but since she can pull it off I am sure I can too, no?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2UA6OvBjT-L8MUs4RldUD-yLORHPfJ0tc902OJZch5u3qA0LymFtg6mcNJIlCoKH6NO46czF20FJiyYNAndJnqU5y_rORgcANKyVBdvxufbcNEMc9Esp-3FscwkUEJNui2i_JRxHv0MI/s1600-h/IMG_2618.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2UA6OvBjT-L8MUs4RldUD-yLORHPfJ0tc902OJZch5u3qA0LymFtg6mcNJIlCoKH6NO46czF20FJiyYNAndJnqU5y_rORgcANKyVBdvxufbcNEMc9Esp-3FscwkUEJNui2i_JRxHv0MI/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445370398247356306" /></a><br /><br />At the airport later that day, I was chatting with a young lady, her mother and who I assumed was her aunt. Turns out she was one of the supporting actresses in The Runaways. Now I can’t wait ot see it in the theaters to see her again. She was a delightful girl.<br /><br />It’s official, I am hooked on Sundance. I will certainly be there again next year!Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-24848053986096336872010-03-05T11:03:00.004-07:002010-03-05T11:14:40.802-07:00English Beat and Fishbone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJv5Wyn4Q327195LmJPHtKxl93Ou4wPF-MCnghMefN88-Qxf13MOCMQIb88JmrGDqim7cvpkgtNDQSL_nY8axgGq_FhUpi60wpDgmv2FcXUKBQyviZewMzl_tdPxQiZgHdxAwa5KBeaCu/s1600-h/EB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJv5Wyn4Q327195LmJPHtKxl93Ou4wPF-MCnghMefN88-Qxf13MOCMQIb88JmrGDqim7cvpkgtNDQSL_nY8axgGq_FhUpi60wpDgmv2FcXUKBQyviZewMzl_tdPxQiZgHdxAwa5KBeaCu/s320/EB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445213911329572370" /></a><br />I know how in the past I have <a href="http://coloradovespagirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/english-beat.html">written about</a> my favorite band in the whole wide world: "English Beat". They are in Colorado this weekend with Fishbone.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7CdtR7WYhdt7fh-tPDUN74QPROS_vSTN2UJnWoMbWBh2kaJZMKACIQaFbu7XidrpG2DMNMl8P5V3u0q8suZzw5kLsCOpTjJfBJalLUNg2M_sarZoy9ExupfyuIQMDF5Cb1I6b1bCGljv/s1600-h/FB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7CdtR7WYhdt7fh-tPDUN74QPROS_vSTN2UJnWoMbWBh2kaJZMKACIQaFbu7XidrpG2DMNMl8P5V3u0q8suZzw5kLsCOpTjJfBJalLUNg2M_sarZoy9ExupfyuIQMDF5Cb1I6b1bCGljv/s320/FB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445213919909274050" /></a><br /><br />Ths weekend I get the pleasure of seeing them not once, but twice. Tomorrow in Denver, Sunday in Aspen. To make the deal sweeter, thanks to my old school friend Meaghan, who has connections, we are on the guest list and full back stage access. I will be the girl with the perma grin all weekend long.<br /><br />I promise to post a full report once I come out of my euphoric state. <br /><br />Also, if I meet Dave Wakeling, I just may explode. Just throwing that out as a forewarning to the world.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-16968981456495676722010-02-24T14:50:00.001-07:002010-02-24T14:50:35.110-07:00Girlfriend Quotes:“The Man I am not dating is absolutely perfect” — Jeri DavisVargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-34617037889269193972010-02-24T13:44:00.002-07:002010-02-24T13:52:48.799-07:00Why haven’t I updated my blog in a while?Blame my employment search, blame my hectic schedule of reading, yoga, exercise, hiking, snowboarding. Blame the recent sickness I battled and hope to be conquering soon…or blame my <a href="http://acarman72.blogspot.com/">best friend</a>.<br /><br />She hadddd to <a href="http://acarman72.blogspot.com/2010/02/ignore-unless-you-cross-stitch.html">blog about cross stitching</a>.<br /> <br />True I gave her this addiction years ago, but now she reminded me to break out my “Pates Baroni”. A piece I started over three years ago but just started tackling with full enthusiasm again.<br /><br />When complete it will look like this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEtSMROWPqXVUuvPn-TrdGkH9SClAcaN1RgenNsVm5ehyphenhyphenP82I05sVf_tzQiBbtWTOcD9FrhvNEKp42yCblxeG1oWGtKBc6qiHbLh2SNBmbpsUku_-_pKSCWcmnfW5VWdDl7POvAiB3uy5/s1600-h/VP-51Q.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEtSMROWPqXVUuvPn-TrdGkH9SClAcaN1RgenNsVm5ehyphenhyphenP82I05sVf_tzQiBbtWTOcD9FrhvNEKp42yCblxeG1oWGtKBc6qiHbLh2SNBmbpsUku_-_pKSCWcmnfW5VWdDl7POvAiB3uy5/s320/VP-51Q.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441915394938823106" /></a><br /><br />Now it looks like this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2KNd5bj2imDFDt0ZVWJj53qmEsaDY97wQ_KrBKuhpjkIuGWyCDktk-DcgZ0wVyJ7Cz9Qzc0kK9UbYu8uctg06AGk6nmjxirWnF0ww7vHtUlRfupRkwkgiQyLe6sNKp1pqf_FrrKsZWVt/s1600-h/IMG_2751.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2KNd5bj2imDFDt0ZVWJj53qmEsaDY97wQ_KrBKuhpjkIuGWyCDktk-DcgZ0wVyJ7Cz9Qzc0kK9UbYu8uctg06AGk6nmjxirWnF0ww7vHtUlRfupRkwkgiQyLe6sNKp1pqf_FrrKsZWVt/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441915410228520114" /></a><br /><br />Here is a close up, yes, every “X” is two stitches. Each color change is a whole other process I am not willing to discuss, lets just say it can be a little tedious but strangely relaxing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWww_EpW9UcwiYhs0REKgFQKhMMTevllRe8nzsLp0JVX5rXSo71-ZKCNcbXTbnxK1XWsAgBXhELf5un5GxE15D36zd6sDy4NXi5PYI03uwQgt7_rroI4Apkl_XTOiYrtQKhwDwodvOYccF/s1600-h/IMG_2753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWww_EpW9UcwiYhs0REKgFQKhMMTevllRe8nzsLp0JVX5rXSo71-ZKCNcbXTbnxK1XWsAgBXhELf5un5GxE15D36zd6sDy4NXi5PYI03uwQgt7_rroI4Apkl_XTOiYrtQKhwDwodvOYccF/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441915417117535826" /></a>Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-69695471906997487992010-01-29T16:42:00.003-07:002010-01-29T16:46:31.045-07:00RIP Mr. SalingerGrowing up reading was not my favorite thing to do. With a speech impediment, and many years of speech therapy, reading out loud was my nemesis. Reading felt like a punishment. I hated it. Having hated reading out loud, lead to not enjoying reading at all.<br /> <br />Then one day in junior high school (somewhere around 12-13 years old) I saw a book in the library titled “Catcher in the Rye”. The title caught my eye and I ignored it.<br /><br />The next week, while walking home from school, my best friend told me in her Advanced English class, (unlike me, she liked to read). They were reading “Catcher in the Rye”. The next day I walked into the library, and walked out with the book. I didn’t necessarily check it out. Don’t ask me why. I had a strange rebellious streak. <br /><br />I read the book over the course of a weekend and now our 2.5 mile walks home were consumed of talking and quoting from this book, discussions of what Holden Caulfield would be like in person and how we both dreamed of meeting a boy like that. When other girls were oogling boys in school, we both developed huge crushes on Holden Caulfield. I still have a strange school-girl crush on this fictional character. I read that stolen copy over a dozen times before it found a new owner in my collegiate years. Ironically it was stolen from me. A book that good tends to grow legs. <br /><br />I believe karma has paid me back for my stealing of my original copy. I have since bought more than a half-dozen copies of this book as gifts for my nieces and nephews and anyone that has ever said they have not read this book. It is a must read. <br /><br />Because of “Catcher in the Rye”, I learned that reading can be enjoyable and sometimes I can relate to the characters. Because of J.D Salingers writing, I developed a love affair with reading.<br /><br />RIP Holden Caulfield. I hope they throw you in a river or something and no-one brings you flowers when you’re dead. Who wants flowers when their dead anyways? Nobody.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-2966726615995347872010-01-26T15:10:00.003-07:002010-01-26T15:14:42.965-07:00Home From Sundance Film Festival<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIe64h0KbhEtkDOnJArL24cfuk5GEK9Gi_xe6_1Vvw_q5kf_UlRV0FLl6mr8LZ1TBW9LJvaEusGHV-zjPUCBJ-CF0DlHaSctHq1x7f-h7KQix4p0JJFlRkyhLl380oQDItYUTL-3TTIho/s1600-h/Nap%2520on%2520Cushions.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIe64h0KbhEtkDOnJArL24cfuk5GEK9Gi_xe6_1Vvw_q5kf_UlRV0FLl6mr8LZ1TBW9LJvaEusGHV-zjPUCBJ-CF0DlHaSctHq1x7f-h7KQix4p0JJFlRkyhLl380oQDItYUTL-3TTIho/s320/Nap%2520on%2520Cushions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431175287142019154" /></a><br />Late last night I made it home from Park City Utah, where some movies were being shown and some celebrities were spotted.<br /><br />After a long nap, I'll tell ya all about it, including what Paris Hilton smells like and who is hot, and who is not.<br /><br />For now, ‘nighty night. I must recover with some sleep.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-50975119553530727952010-01-19T09:38:00.006-07:002010-01-19T09:50:05.597-07:002:30:12<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2uPQl95z8F4D_Ecr9-K7zKCN1ojg25s85YDXl1TztLrAw7KOJLw6Tg_xFifZGN3o_fPw_8sSkdmt6wpDRMV0vVy2xNZet6nnYyhcFgDBosda9GKFlOIrrYL-ua6Z5ehPpXISBvfumEpc/s1600-h/rnr_az_2010-event-logo_rgb-trans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2uPQl95z8F4D_Ecr9-K7zKCN1ojg25s85YDXl1TztLrAw7KOJLw6Tg_xFifZGN3o_fPw_8sSkdmt6wpDRMV0vVy2xNZet6nnYyhcFgDBosda9GKFlOIrrYL-ua6Z5ehPpXISBvfumEpc/s320/rnr_az_2010-event-logo_rgb-trans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428493768861534050" /></a><br /><br /><br />Wednesday, January 13. Thanks to “Travelocity last minute deals” I decide to go to Phoenix and run in my second Rock and Roll half marathon.<br /><br />Thank you to my high school girlfriend Kara for registering me considering my plane landed as the expo was closing.<br /><br />Here is the report:<br /><br /><strong>Coral #15</strong>. These people look serious, they are all talking about their pace times, what their averages are…I am thinking I am in trouble, I know my overall best times and I have seen my pace from Rock Canyon before but I can only remember seeing high numbers from the fall series like 14 minute miles…When did I see that? Was it Palmer Park? Was it yesterday ? Uh oh, this could get ugly. Wait, this a smooth, flat road, no ice, no trail, no wall to climb up, no river to cross, or run up for that matter. I am at sea-level. I have oxygen. I’ll be fine. I feel good, I can do this. I will do this. I know the course and I know I am more prepared this time than last time I ran this event. I will do great. Plus the weather is ideal, high supposed to be in the low 60’s, overcast, a slight breeze. Who could ask for better conditions?<br /><br /><strong>Mile 1-</strong> Seriously? This is great! I feel great! That was a fast mile. It is usually in the first mile I think, “I am not hydrated enough”, or “maybe I shouldn’t have eaten oatmeal for breakfast”. Or “ That wine was not such a good idea last night.” Not today. I am in perfect condition I feel like. <br />Oh but I do have to pee. There is a porta potty station at the 1 mile marker with a ridiculous line, yeah not going to waste time there.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 2-</strong> still feeling good, oh yeah, I still gotta pee, but that line was too long, there has to be more on course.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 2.5</strong> Oh I REALLY gotta go, I see a Taco Bell and I run in, there is a large black woman cleaning the dining room. As I come in the door she yells at me “You go Girl! You got this! You keep running” I laughed thinking that she was going to scold me for using the restroom, instead the woman’s is occupied and I see the men’s is open. I tell her I am going in, she says she will make sure no man comes in while I use the restroom. As I finish and run out she yells again “you go get ‘em girl!” (total restroom break is 2 minutes, much better than waiting in line). As I get back on course the 2:30 pace sign passes me. Damn, I want to stay in front of the pace sign. So I slowly work my way back up and in front of the sign that will prove to be my race nemesis. I vow to not let the sign pass me again.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 3-</strong> look here is the 5k marker.<br />Last time I ran this event, I remember feeling pains in my ankle and knee around here. I feel Awesome! My knees are happy and my ankle is content. This is GREAT!<br /><br /><strong>Mile 4—</strong>1/4 of the way done, well kinda, just coming up, I got this.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 5-</strong> Sweet! 5 miles! Seriously, I am thinking Oxygen is an amazing thing, who knew?<br /><br /><strong>Mile 6-</strong> I guess I am good, because I am not remembering Mile 6-7-8-9. <br />The great thing about this event is the music and the bands that are plating along the course. Most are ok. However around mile 8 there was a band that played the worst rendition of “I Shot the Sherriff” by Bob Marley. Think of a Thrash Metal band coving Reggae, yah, doesn’t work so well. I then think “Hey, they never said they were GOOD bands along the course.”<br /><br /><strong>Mile 9-</strong> A lady I holding a sign saying “beer in just 4 more miles”. That was way before Mile 9. She lied! Mile 9 is here. 4 more miles. The thought of beer is not a good thought at all. Still it is something to think about. Mmmm, beeeerr. See, I almost forgot I was running.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 10—</strong>Okay, I am feeling it, still good over all, but the little aches are popping up. <br />At some point I was thinking of a quote I saw on a friends blog, it stated “the first half you run with your legs the second you run with your heart.” It was in reference to Ultra-marathons, but I could relate, I needed this inspiration. I am feeling good, but not going to lie. I am feeling it and I am now <a href="http://coloradovespagirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-motivation.html">reminding myself of why</a> I started running, cycling, and other crazy active adventures. <br />My thoughts go to my family. My friends, people I love and care about that are fighting daily battles with health and life.<br /><br />Keep running. <br /><br />I start to get emotional in my head. I pull it together and think of how great I feel. Okay so I may lie to myself a bit. Truth be told, I did feel great. I was out here doing it. What more could a person ask for? <br /><br />Keep Running<br /><br /><strong>Mile 11</strong>- I am tired, I see my 2:30 pace sign go by, I was so good to hold them off until now. I think to myself “I can’t keep up this pace”. I am upset with myself. I got to walk/run in small bits. I was HOPING for a 2:30 time, but as the sign goes off in the distance I want to cry. I am hitting my wall.<br />Keep running. Break down the wall<br /><br /><strong>Mile 12—</strong>My head starts playing games with me, I am asking myself “does that mean 12th and 13th mile left? 1 more mile? 2 more miles? 12 more miles?” yeah, I am spent. It is amazing how your head plays games on you. Normally I love numbers, math, playing with numbers almost constantly in my head. But now I cannot comprehend what this 12 sign means for my 13.1 mile run.<br /><br />Keep running.<br /><br /><strong>Mile 13—</strong>Oh, I know this game, I learned it last time I was here. The finish line seems right up around the next turn, it’s not, nor the next, nor the next. I am prepared. Prepared to keep running<br /><br />Oh damn, a man collapsed less than 100 feet from the finish, that sucks. When I come by I see the EMT’s working on him. He is not good. Kind of a bummer thing to see, he is certainly unconscious, and in bad shape. I later learned the doctors were incubating him right there on the street, not a good thing at all. <br /><br />Keep running. <br /><br />Finish strong. <br /><br />I go for my finish line sprint, yeah not happening, I ran in with all I had.<br /><br />I cross the finish line to look at my watch 2:30:12. REALLY???!!! <br /><br />I think to myself “HOLY SHIT! I DID IT!” Plus I don’t feel like barfing. AWESOME!!!<br /><br />My new PR for a half marathon!!!<br /><br />As I milled around the finish line, looked around the crowd my mind settled in again to my motivation. I did this today because others can’t.<br /><br />Then I wanted to barf. Thankfully I never did.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleBxjURLvmNcAA-TNiRuT4ORPn6zYaFVF8aZvJQfkSTQIW-SPCyGL5PGHHk1zJc7TFhUXScuinzkrZr9M63B9Djh-oyvmaYm-zJvJ2BErNUXyPy2ifyI75m3yCULrYAvWd1Heu_0NfqfG/s1600-h/RNR2010-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleBxjURLvmNcAA-TNiRuT4ORPn6zYaFVF8aZvJQfkSTQIW-SPCyGL5PGHHk1zJc7TFhUXScuinzkrZr9M63B9Djh-oyvmaYm-zJvJ2BErNUXyPy2ifyI75m3yCULrYAvWd1Heu_0NfqfG/s320/RNR2010-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428492870703185442" /></a><br />Here is me and my high school friend and event cheerleader Kara at the finish line<br /><br />Next event, Boulder Half Marathon in March.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-90437421883668118872010-01-09T18:45:00.015-07:002010-01-09T19:53:39.804-07:00Fruitcake TossWhat does one do with all that fruitcake after Christmas?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4L0zMk01ivE7telr3e24oHyWYY48G1A_2Eff-ChO5KO3lS_BVMn8YTUoRAL8500_vSVYm9OG5-06dnpJWyS7Zzw5f9DoLShujnx2NtfuhwYlsl9LKCu7z0qqCsvMhX4lKoVL3dvulOH7E/s1600-h/IMG_2539.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4L0zMk01ivE7telr3e24oHyWYY48G1A_2Eff-ChO5KO3lS_BVMn8YTUoRAL8500_vSVYm9OG5-06dnpJWyS7Zzw5f9DoLShujnx2NtfuhwYlsl9LKCu7z0qqCsvMhX4lKoVL3dvulOH7E/s320/IMG_2539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424925602652377426" /></a><br />As a child I had a theory that there were only a few fruitcakes in the world and they were re-gifted year after year after year.<br /><br />This theory was crushed when I saw my father actually EAT a fruitcake. I thought, "Well now there is one less. They will soon be extinct." <br /><br />In Manitou Springs, for the past 15 years, we Southern Coloradoans know EXACTLY what to do with fruitcake. <br /><br />TOSS IT!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94wHZiDDvwm_OYJUZuv-n2rPvoIRhSAWfBsMuDDoekrZ4FnWiy8nJYc8T8tWstJKFCe9on3R_t6m28tDTDEKoZBiay1L5ht-tXwBElMuGG-BzNzQ79bjND-Nm59-QgIkO5dCBz85FZlh8/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94wHZiDDvwm_OYJUZuv-n2rPvoIRhSAWfBsMuDDoekrZ4FnWiy8nJYc8T8tWstJKFCe9on3R_t6m28tDTDEKoZBiay1L5ht-tXwBElMuGG-BzNzQ79bjND-Nm59-QgIkO5dCBz85FZlh8/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424926582776680002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglb7l3ZOqkpRBTen1vjgrPC23awmL2AuLMNMYkPxVq7We1FHSpDtMMqt7ArjlGsD-lZv_HxXb4Dmcvy5WX2OhsovgtJZQ7kOOA80GMSEItz5qZUnfIfA1IsP8pzUMynFnzcJrsnrkgel-R/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglb7l3ZOqkpRBTen1vjgrPC23awmL2AuLMNMYkPxVq7We1FHSpDtMMqt7ArjlGsD-lZv_HxXb4Dmcvy5WX2OhsovgtJZQ7kOOA80GMSEItz5qZUnfIfA1IsP8pzUMynFnzcJrsnrkgel-R/s320/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424923231643255858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPNzD-Xauxe8k2MKavCNw5i6huo8oRJ2CZBxizObOFWDDFNMBahQBvbD6k_Y-cygQ4sxy-9Ka0o-Qwk-q0bBoqWCafKUWxApYkuFBSVrwJHYAgzyd0pcJpG8AScxCxWVUHPUF7xZuoUPZ/s1600-h/IMG_2500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPNzD-Xauxe8k2MKavCNw5i6huo8oRJ2CZBxizObOFWDDFNMBahQBvbD6k_Y-cygQ4sxy-9Ka0o-Qwk-q0bBoqWCafKUWxApYkuFBSVrwJHYAgzyd0pcJpG8AScxCxWVUHPUF7xZuoUPZ/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424923222158961666" /></a><br />See this man's form? He is winding up. Fruitcake tossing takes serious skill.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUjIrOHaaaIWprTJSWFrPIWBZmTVIQ1ZyTLpC3tae2MmLNydtfCAO7slQwa_a_mOU7zVXzd4lHnNSWTUaYdEDbKmEYuetz6Chd7pOfvORsEn7NrsX-UrZBLjmyRs1u5je-yLDDnEL90SU/s1600-h/IMG_2506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUjIrOHaaaIWprTJSWFrPIWBZmTVIQ1ZyTLpC3tae2MmLNydtfCAO7slQwa_a_mOU7zVXzd4lHnNSWTUaYdEDbKmEYuetz6Chd7pOfvORsEn7NrsX-UrZBLjmyRs1u5je-yLDDnEL90SU/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424923242787714082" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVxX_wrhwbLldKe6fyeMAIv85pbe6sV9DrCUnk463rSMPuDLxkj42K6Ce5g3Rpj-5pxoziw6g-nQVzFWY9u0Q_p8vCOwv9DXJFFCHr5qbTh4u-5chILg_cR68n-C8NgdRHq3r0CNOjFEP/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVxX_wrhwbLldKe6fyeMAIv85pbe6sV9DrCUnk463rSMPuDLxkj42K6Ce5g3Rpj-5pxoziw6g-nQVzFWY9u0Q_p8vCOwv9DXJFFCHr5qbTh4u-5chILg_cR68n-C8NgdRHq3r0CNOjFEP/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424925577645668258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-xr0aiB6s_2B-t0M3LiH-6fNsqkN0BPF7eAtgVbvwiqlQ4J9icEO09CmU-LOGfQegXb0Tg2QVnvG2MRUJJMwXrhrjxqkh2EezOPBzMuvz5Lba-zWIh_5dfyUY_Ei_0pQCQ0toSO2WVpD/s1600-h/IMG_2537.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-xr0aiB6s_2B-t0M3LiH-6fNsqkN0BPF7eAtgVbvwiqlQ4J9icEO09CmU-LOGfQegXb0Tg2QVnvG2MRUJJMwXrhrjxqkh2EezOPBzMuvz5Lba-zWIh_5dfyUY_Ei_0pQCQ0toSO2WVpD/s320/IMG_2537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424934411982346306" /></a>"My Daddy is <em>tossing</em> A Fruitcake"<br /><br /><br />The announcer. Who entertained us with tales of his fruitcake museum, tips of what to do with fruitcake and other life lessons. Such as, do not leave the dogs alone with the Fruitcake Museum, for they may eat it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9Au6d8bNVc-7uxunC07rMiaC-0XpSqQwFtbA4N2mfp-JApRkIt-nCxhid_P6mbbjY6qBXtragaippUGeDGwy-EZjhbJMXGgNpUCk78ceo1Enr66KKusBwjG37Fbyv8l9ddwBM6yEVFc_/s1600-h/IMG_2504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9Au6d8bNVc-7uxunC07rMiaC-0XpSqQwFtbA4N2mfp-JApRkIt-nCxhid_P6mbbjY6qBXtragaippUGeDGwy-EZjhbJMXGgNpUCk78ceo1Enr66KKusBwjG37Fbyv8l9ddwBM6yEVFc_/s320/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424923237239583426" /></a><br />Did you know fruitcake was the first post-it note?<br />Can be used as an emergency sand-bag?<br />Used in place of bricks?<br />These are just a few tid-bits we were taught while we were spectating.<br /><br />This is the man that won the Men's "Hand-Toss" division.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcUVObznHjJtn7XlHN1hNwabTZ5frB1olDyb5X65DjbtTxccxWjnWuRFo04hgVNc2-o8NTH1BwpRskVUTrHAJFyYjk3ZexRGaGGDSUQkMZTWkTPK_jstshpEW-rj4bSQTNLA10xxy6qHG/s1600-h/IMG_2513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcUVObznHjJtn7XlHN1hNwabTZ5frB1olDyb5X65DjbtTxccxWjnWuRFo04hgVNc2-o8NTH1BwpRskVUTrHAJFyYjk3ZexRGaGGDSUQkMZTWkTPK_jstshpEW-rj4bSQTNLA10xxy6qHG/s320/IMG_2513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424925587723144050" /></a><br />Holy far throw, Batman!!! <br />Someone check out that man's arm!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IS6S5mjogpZlHZgXbCRGzZGMoAYnXbCjUDty4Y5mQ6bacozf164c9BweEps3bTcmhbRtM9EO7IBhsehD9Ig_S1RywD9hSO-u8zBbVRiHDqkDmxdkdcMbNIYRCryU4oqIXol38MMay6FC/s1600-h/IMG_2512_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IS6S5mjogpZlHZgXbCRGzZGMoAYnXbCjUDty4Y5mQ6bacozf164c9BweEps3bTcmhbRtM9EO7IBhsehD9Ig_S1RywD9hSO-u8zBbVRiHDqkDmxdkdcMbNIYRCryU4oqIXol38MMay6FC/s320/IMG_2512_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424928367965137346" /></a><br />okay, it may be hard to see, but there is a circle with an arrow wayyyyy back in the picture. See it? (I need to work on my editing skills)<br /><br />It got a little strange when my friend <a href="http://beermagnets.com/images/betty_final.gif">Jess</a> asked for a photo with a fruitcake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGMfy90NO25mC_ADbZZiGkzlCK07l1Je1jb964dWxDfPPCaOt5evSTsvafXzom1DGupXjq7aPBl7g7AdAhDYr9Da-WusQTFLe0240LwcqTgpereGrGPhT10sf5oAQtCo2WOB1w9Ahbath/s1600-h/IMG_2515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGMfy90NO25mC_ADbZZiGkzlCK07l1Je1jb964dWxDfPPCaOt5evSTsvafXzom1DGupXjq7aPBl7g7AdAhDYr9Da-WusQTFLe0240LwcqTgpereGrGPhT10sf5oAQtCo2WOB1w9Ahbath/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424930184397974754" /></a><br />Then she touched his nuts.<br /><br />Awkward<br /><br />Next was the Heavy Equipment round.<br /><br />There were Canon's, Catapults, Sling Shots, Bows, and<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlqU1Wv2efcVDBo452y_wj8RFaWvkNZ0PTjBXMvGVapb-ka4dqBJSVHBnzDaHXZzcjcbbc2EDRkgSTILGWL3bcXLYvtxJNt_5_FKtbRYIFHzhsFHS7cWmvUus6mAq-jSgvnCYqrOMlzxz/s1600-h/IMG_2519.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlqU1Wv2efcVDBo452y_wj8RFaWvkNZ0PTjBXMvGVapb-ka4dqBJSVHBnzDaHXZzcjcbbc2EDRkgSTILGWL3bcXLYvtxJNt_5_FKtbRYIFHzhsFHS7cWmvUus6mAq-jSgvnCYqrOMlzxz/s320/IMG_2519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424930205048300322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmP-YlxLJakRqGDzP0jvoGPILGMU5nGa0RqHH8GoQfGhR5I35B9LQ8sLwVSLsN-9Wm3xfiwopJEwq_Tkez_CCwttrKdq3JoBrqSGqXOPzHOOqJIaOq_1znh8HmzVjS9mE6bb4_e0y7GuE8/s1600-h/IMG_2495.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmP-YlxLJakRqGDzP0jvoGPILGMU5nGa0RqHH8GoQfGhR5I35B9LQ8sLwVSLsN-9Wm3xfiwopJEwq_Tkez_CCwttrKdq3JoBrqSGqXOPzHOOqJIaOq_1znh8HmzVjS9mE6bb4_e0y7GuE8/s320/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424932188492582770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstZWSglNwrtdYHs-d6s2tlYx-l7eEv6uRtebpkorM8Oh-8k8pMsPbnNCSoq0XOm4LMThUcHgm8H5718ZVRO_G-OjIcM2fw8llVMY-uvdV-Qk7FHfMNV7e3GF3tIaFWTwF6pFzjrzdMOVb/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstZWSglNwrtdYHs-d6s2tlYx-l7eEv6uRtebpkorM8Oh-8k8pMsPbnNCSoq0XOm4LMThUcHgm8H5718ZVRO_G-OjIcM2fw8llVMY-uvdV-Qk7FHfMNV7e3GF3tIaFWTwF6pFzjrzdMOVb/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424930202252755954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzw1oRLykxcE0IJ9zstnwDz_gQjH7MpS6HkBSFYh6V0aKDiJPAnwSJFfNAdodHFaExWFhmJIVLZ5m7o7nArROnSM8W6WjMC-19JSHW0KXjAI6qyZlOpiAISEHqgNuTPMnDMzBes1-Xq0T/s1600-h/IMG_2525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzw1oRLykxcE0IJ9zstnwDz_gQjH7MpS6HkBSFYh6V0aKDiJPAnwSJFfNAdodHFaExWFhmJIVLZ5m7o7nArROnSM8W6WjMC-19JSHW0KXjAI6qyZlOpiAISEHqgNuTPMnDMzBes1-Xq0T/s320/IMG_2525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424930191292286706" /></a><br />a gun.<br /><br />The one that impressed me.<br /><br />A gun, that literally shot the fruitcake THROUGH a door.<br />I am not kidding.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIumD8409NB4t7r3wLmMUUV25BOHXWw1d_XklE9dc2YcsDdY96WTJ03XQn4YqSg2qTpR3Z2ZdFwngkTiBD4B1sIxSsG5CAKXtb_XT3isJAmW67qDcRYjVBrcxtn4juiY_0SgNF-Bhq9Y5/s1600-h/IMG_2531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIumD8409NB4t7r3wLmMUUV25BOHXWw1d_XklE9dc2YcsDdY96WTJ03XQn4YqSg2qTpR3Z2ZdFwngkTiBD4B1sIxSsG5CAKXtb_XT3isJAmW67qDcRYjVBrcxtn4juiY_0SgNF-Bhq9Y5/s320/IMG_2531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424932211397021586" /></a><br />Now I am not a big fan of firearms, but that was fascinating. You could literally kill someone with that thing. <br /><br />Death by Fruitcake. <br /><br />Ponder that<br /><br />The Bow had an amazing launch. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMYSGFyBHhsxIcBu-GQ2sbHwGTzfA97CFo28UOe9MdDuqcbbIYd7rgfr0VljVYzEasf4ZTrpiXm4Pr_ntAgigQ8-uIM7hHv8ZD7rfSHYLeeXHsaO7_I-JFb010NSsfqD9n40v44iaYaV9/s1600-h/IMG_2534_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMYSGFyBHhsxIcBu-GQ2sbHwGTzfA97CFo28UOe9MdDuqcbbIYd7rgfr0VljVYzEasf4ZTrpiXm4Pr_ntAgigQ8-uIM7hHv8ZD7rfSHYLeeXHsaO7_I-JFb010NSsfqD9n40v44iaYaV9/s320/IMG_2534_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424935717278147586" /></a><br />It was made out of skis<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw9yqCpHJBj-Jm7wQ4EOPF3rUH6mPGtKUcavI3M8iyMv4wFigu3MeO1v2-c5bzzfyPcF8umulqyvAV2PJoZdCNyK5Ri2GDY5bnJ-dAav-SdFOuXfrQIc4eVDGNM2vFMbdMRgVoXLEuuJd/s1600-h/IMG_2526.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw9yqCpHJBj-Jm7wQ4EOPF3rUH6mPGtKUcavI3M8iyMv4wFigu3MeO1v2-c5bzzfyPcF8umulqyvAV2PJoZdCNyK5Ri2GDY5bnJ-dAav-SdFOuXfrQIc4eVDGNM2vFMbdMRgVoXLEuuJd/s320/IMG_2526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424936531413964114" /></a><br /><br /><br />The ingenuity was amazing. Human power was necessary set up to fill the air compressors in order to shoot the canon and the gun. For the canon, a man rode this stationary bicycle. For the gun, three people with bike pumps pumped air into a compressor.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmoSiyCCXtLhVTbnKBjjvaD_Rp_n91qsPMbZQtxceDlijGEngpTNygKM-b6R7yGWHbzHkGew-FxeN309gQjlkvVabBwCPYvedvfeXUxE8lzDVS8yUTdrWRFRvSl5tM_PKjBQKBW_HjZs1/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmoSiyCCXtLhVTbnKBjjvaD_Rp_n91qsPMbZQtxceDlijGEngpTNygKM-b6R7yGWHbzHkGew-FxeN309gQjlkvVabBwCPYvedvfeXUxE8lzDVS8yUTdrWRFRvSl5tM_PKjBQKBW_HjZs1/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424930211961180722" /></a><br /><em></em><br /><br />Now, you know exactly what to do with fruitcake.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-84154694888801966872010-01-08T07:34:00.004-07:002010-01-08T07:43:50.601-07:002010 Rescue RunJan. 1 <br />5k<br />Palmer Park<br />36:28 <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2MlWyVRSbbtKJvAh72NxyOgfUXVgTLQexa0kh-zo3YPZgu3a5Sx16igU2n-Z71oxhkxBTJpATcfaJ3UE56VJibUoSqQfDXlE-7p00X7Rh9Gby7aDV4nsK1EOk5JmQijB0JkwVf9hAPcH/s1600-h/17265_410695780234_900915234_10606798_7630919_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2MlWyVRSbbtKJvAh72NxyOgfUXVgTLQexa0kh-zo3YPZgu3a5Sx16igU2n-Z71oxhkxBTJpATcfaJ3UE56VJibUoSqQfDXlE-7p00X7Rh9Gby7aDV4nsK1EOk5JmQijB0JkwVf9hAPcH/s320/17265_410695780234_900915234_10606798_7630919_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424378805762554386" /></a><br />Horrible time but considering I prepped by drinking champagne and vodka until well after midnight and I rolled out of bed minutes before the run. I'll take it!<br /><br />Notice the guy next to me. I think he drank a lot of champagne also.<br /><br />Also prop's to 'Raisin' (I don't know her real name--damn Hashers) for providing mimosa's at the finish line. I love you.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-52809605689947715492010-01-08T07:10:00.004-07:002010-01-08T07:19:36.661-07:00Tour De Colorado Snowboard Festival5 days, Three Mountains, a very exclusive list of participants. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZD-arZkVDr_TFAfEkhtq-3mfppe9rVWoePex8kytMz2lHWdFMNfW0Badz-gbhHK6Hz6xE0iJjfSTu_ZcdhhmOeZhHYTekgMeYy4Bf8-H7L8oVMJbq3ipeCJrWS1zoUxow6OEw8LOyDsT/s1600-h/IMG00039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZD-arZkVDr_TFAfEkhtq-3mfppe9rVWoePex8kytMz2lHWdFMNfW0Badz-gbhHK6Hz6xE0iJjfSTu_ZcdhhmOeZhHYTekgMeYy4Bf8-H7L8oVMJbq3ipeCJrWS1zoUxow6OEw8LOyDsT/s320/IMG00039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424373139682710002" /></a><br /><br />Me. <br /><br />Plus my trusty sidekick Sasha. (Someone needed to protect the car and/or condo while I was out riding.)<br /><br />Along the way I did however run into some of my fan club.<br /><br />Like this guy, rumored to be one of the top ski instructors in the state.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8G_Kp9zxiZD9jjBe8YnD_wcESVQRzcEev_RR-5m2UfGO8jYVi13R6uQ3S1LgWEtTdUA2WaBAk9WkIHwR87jNL385lJ2A5jAvd3vHbMM_vE8kdzXzsPeF80lcZ_0WWgFtDID53lm6ccCO/s1600-h/IMG00040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8G_Kp9zxiZD9jjBe8YnD_wcESVQRzcEev_RR-5m2UfGO8jYVi13R6uQ3S1LgWEtTdUA2WaBAk9WkIHwR87jNL385lJ2A5jAvd3vHbMM_vE8kdzXzsPeF80lcZ_0WWgFtDID53lm6ccCO/s320/IMG00040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424373142011338834" /></a><br /><br />Or these little clowns. Watch out 2022 Olympics. They may very well be on the ski team. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0j9hXHCf5EoWQEdOFRSGRjZ0hrICOSpRfItAYSpkaT_K8AMLtWaWKigYGX6fayLM9c97Q_QInSrWHgNa04RqfmmrGYeKn_jgoJ1mjtE4vzofvPc4B0C9ImUBPpbn74bb-0qtjUUAFd3bn/s1600-h/IMG00046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0j9hXHCf5EoWQEdOFRSGRjZ0hrICOSpRfItAYSpkaT_K8AMLtWaWKigYGX6fayLM9c97Q_QInSrWHgNa04RqfmmrGYeKn_jgoJ1mjtE4vzofvPc4B0C9ImUBPpbn74bb-0qtjUUAFd3bn/s320/IMG00046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424373152138664802" /></a><br /><br />This is all I see of them is their backs, because they are THAT fast.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786901217229116046.post-30738814512100489932009-12-31T12:17:00.002-07:002009-12-31T12:19:36.056-07:00The Numbers are In (kinda)I am usually very good about keeping track of data. It is something silly I do; however, I didn’t track my running until mid year and also I didn’t track my cycling because of a broken computer, but thinking back to the rides I did this year. I am guessing that was at around 500 miles, which is much less than 2008 and much much less than 2010 will be.<br /><br />Here you have it.<br /><br />Swimming = 40,600 meters (this is equal to 25.2276 miles)<br />Running = 150.95 <br />Cycling = ? (~500 miles)<br /><br />Next year I plan to track these on the side of my blog here…Just for fun.Vargasgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12055918569957990634noreply@blogger.com4