September 23, 2000; 6 p.m.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
In the Trenches!
Uhhh.... Someone cut a trench in my driveway!!
It's kinda deep. I tried parking next to it yesterday but I got my work shoes pretty dusty...and a girl's gotta earn a living!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Women's Division Golf Tournament Champs!
The company golf tournament has come and gone...and here's your 2011 women's division champs!! Well...ok...there were no other all women teams... but Team Bedazzle gave the guys a run for their money!
We dubbed ourselves Team Bedazzle after we all decided to use my rhinestone gun and affix sparkles to our hats! Mine are hard to see in the pic above, so here's a terrible pic of me but a good pic of the hat and my myriad rhinestones!! [Sister: scent of the day: "Play" for Her by Givenchy....hahahahahah!]
Fire Gear
Nectarine Jam!
One of my coworkers grew these gorgeous nectarines. Who grows nectarines? It's mind-boggling.
Despite trying my best, I didn't eat every single one, and left some for...jam!! Tho they look like pumpkins here...
Just a small batch. But enough!
I suspect my fruit chunks are too big. But they are frozen now, so we'll see.
And I did something I swore I'd never ever do in a million years. Once I mixed up the jam I realized that my nice Ball jam containers (see above) were all full of grape jelly from last year....so I had to resort to using...a leftover plastic container. My frugal and clever grandmother was especially good at doing this (as was my mother, on occasion), and I was always a little disgusted to try to eat her delicious blackberry jam from an old tub labeled "clam dip." I guess the nectarine doesn't fall far from the tree.
Deflation
Burning Up in the Sun
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Night Glow!
Monday, September 5, 2011
WhatssssSUP....
Since my husband was off briefly working the Black Canyon fire, I was single...! So single Amy was out livin' large...MORE PADDLEBOARDING!!! Shelby's like a pro these days...
2011 Marmot "Float and Bloat"
I participated in Marmots annual end-of-season "Float and Bloat," floating of the river and subsequent potluck and barbecue...tho regretfully, my own Marmot chose to not participate this year. Someone's taking me to float and play in the water? I'm so in. Of course we started with the all-important pre-float safety chat.
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