Saturday, September 11, 2010

September 11th

September 11th, 1995.
What? You say that's wrong. That it was 2001. Yes, I remember that day. It was tragic. Horrible. I was at work at a time when most people in Washington state were still in bed. I cried so much that day.
But, no, I am talking about September 11th, 1995. I was in Paris, France. It was magic. Wonderful. That's the day my husband asked me to marry him. At the top of the Eiffle Tower. I cried that day too. They were tears of joy.

I love you Brian. Now and forever.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


I have never been overly fond of Las Vegas, it's okay, but not my idea of a great fun getaway. Nevada however, never really registered, I would now like to unequivocally state I am a HUGE non-fan of Nevada. We went down for a competition. It was 112 degrees on Friday, 109 on Saturday and 115 on Sunday. And we were cooking on blacktop. In a parking lot. It was so hot that Brian had not even lit his smokers and they were registering 150 degrees.

Then, on Friday, I get a call from the place we board our dog and am informed that we have a $450 vet bill waiting for us, for another dog. Apparently Denali got into a scuffle with another dog and caused him some damage. Denali. The dog that is afraid of our cat. Who lets children crawl all over him and pull his ears. This I don't understand at all.

But wait! There's more! As were were leaving the hotel Monday morning we discovered a broken window on our car. Yup, front passenger side window totally shattered and our GPS gone. When we went in to tell security they told us they had discovered the damage earlier and decided it was the heat that had caused our window to explode. when we told them the GPS was missing he swore. I guess it was there when they saw the car and someone had come along and helped themselves in the meantime.

Oh and if you are wondering how we did, out of 48 teams we took 36th.

So the upshot of the whole deal is I need a vacation from this vacation!