To my knowledge, this is the only photo ever taken of Lola while she is running.
Quite a sight to behold, isn't she?
(It has been scientifically proven that 98.2% of the time she lays on the floor. Drooling occurs 74.7% of the time.)
08 December 2008
Ready, . . . ACTION!
To my knowledge, this is the only photo ever taken of Lola while she is running.
Quite a sight to behold, isn't she?
(It has been scientifically proven that 98.2% of the time she lays on the floor. Drooling occurs 74.7% of the time.)
pigs CAN fly ... in the DARK
Most of the running around I do is done during daylight hours. Typically, we try be home and stay home when Larsen gets there to spend time together as a family. One recent exception to this was an errand up to my sister-in-law's home at about 8:00 PM one week night about two weeks ago; my first mistake.
Upon completing our "business," we bid farewell and I went out to get in the car. As I was pulling the door shut I saw a black and white animal crossing the street and assumed it was a cat: second mistake.
I started the car, pulled on the seat-belt, and looked over my shoulder as I slowly began backing out the driveway, when I saw the black and white animal again. Muttering under my breath I thought "stupid dog." Third mistake.
Fourth and final mistake: Stopping the car. I opened the door to shoo the "dog" it away when I heard a snort.
A pig?
Walking down the street.
In Bountiful, Utah.
At 8:24PM.
On a Tuesday night.
Shock.
Getting out of the car I picked up the phone to dial my sister-in-law (whose house I am currently parked in front of) to tell her there is a pig outside her house. A pig. In her driveway. A pig.
The black and white pig wags it's tail and comes over as if expecting a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.
It was very friendly pig (!) and the kids fed it carrots and apples while we decided to corrale it into the garage for further investigation into ownership.
Fear not. All's well that ends well. "Wilbur" was the escaped pet of the college aged daughter of the neighbor across the street. If you are anything like me, your mind immediately wonders what kind of school allows it's students to have pigs for pets??
Lessons learned:
All manner of strange things happen after dark; maybe pigs can fly . . .
Upon completing our "business," we bid farewell and I went out to get in the car. As I was pulling the door shut I saw a black and white animal crossing the street and assumed it was a cat: second mistake.
I started the car, pulled on the seat-belt, and looked over my shoulder as I slowly began backing out the driveway, when I saw the black and white animal again. Muttering under my breath I thought "stupid dog." Third mistake.
Fourth and final mistake: Stopping the car. I opened the door to shoo the "dog" it away when I heard a snort.
A pig?
Walking down the street.
In Bountiful, Utah.
At 8:24PM.
On a Tuesday night.
Shock.
Getting out of the car I picked up the phone to dial my sister-in-law (whose house I am currently parked in front of) to tell her there is a pig outside her house. A pig. In her driveway. A pig.
The black and white pig wags it's tail and comes over as if expecting a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.
It was very friendly pig (!) and the kids fed it carrots and apples while we decided to corrale it into the garage for further investigation into ownership.
Fear not. All's well that ends well. "Wilbur" was the escaped pet of the college aged daughter of the neighbor across the street. If you are anything like me, your mind immediately wonders what kind of school allows it's students to have pigs for pets??
Lessons learned:
All manner of strange things happen after dark; maybe pigs can fly . . .
Canine Cuddles
In the midst of Saturday cleaning, Lola decided she needed a cuddle and I was (as always) more than a happy to oblige.
It's really difficult to get the perspective in a photo to show her size accurately. However, we continue to try..
My feelings on her vastness tends to vacillate between "She's not that big" to "She looks kinda big today." Most people who meet her generally exclaim, "She's HUGE!" to which usually disagree. She is small for her breed at only 135 lbs; she's just a petite little thing.
Regardless, hopefully these photos with provide some insight into Lola's heft.
Yes, she really is that big.
And yes, the vacuum is still sitting in the front room.
It's really difficult to get the perspective in a photo to show her size accurately. However, we continue to try..
My feelings on her vastness tends to vacillate between "She's not that big" to "She looks kinda big today." Most people who meet her generally exclaim, "She's HUGE!" to which usually disagree. She is small for her breed at only 135 lbs; she's just a petite little thing.
Regardless, hopefully these photos with provide some insight into Lola's heft.
Yes, she really is that big.
And yes, the vacuum is still sitting in the front room.
First Tracks
The weather this morning looked like this:
While I was running it looked like this:
and I looked like this:
When I was finished, the Nike+ said it looked like this:
Finally. Snow!
07 December 2008
Run Santa! Run!
The Saturday after Thanksgiving, Larsen and I participated in the Santa Run in Ogden, UT.
The "race" began at 4:30 PM with a Light Parade afterward, just as daylight was fading. Santa even arrived on one of the last floats (so I heard, we didn't wait around to see). The run was a 5K - basically we were running laps up and down 22nd to 26th Street along Washington Blvd in Ogden. Everyone was dressed up in a Santa hat and beard with a red t-shirt. It was only the 2nd year of the event and they are still working all the details out - there was no one there to grab our tags and give us our times at the end.
But,
We had a blast and I hope to make this a tradition each Thanksgiving with Larsen. He was such a good sport and stayed with me every step of the way, even if I am a slow runner.
p.s. I won Grand Prize: a hug from Shrader.
The "race" began at 4:30 PM with a Light Parade afterward, just as daylight was fading. Santa even arrived on one of the last floats (so I heard, we didn't wait around to see). The run was a 5K - basically we were running laps up and down 22nd to 26th Street along Washington Blvd in Ogden. Everyone was dressed up in a Santa hat and beard with a red t-shirt. It was only the 2nd year of the event and they are still working all the details out - there was no one there to grab our tags and give us our times at the end.
But,
We had a blast and I hope to make this a tradition each Thanksgiving with Larsen. He was such a good sport and stayed with me every step of the way, even if I am a slow runner.
p.s. I won Grand Prize: a hug from Shrader.
Laugh and the world laughs at you.
Sunday, December 7, 2008, 7:30 PM
So I am talking on the phone to my good friend, Carrie, and she is telling me about a woman she knows who tries on her wedding dress each year on her anniversary. (I guess to make sure it still fits?) We are both incredulous. I remind Carrie I don't have a wedding dress (we eloped) -- but, I do have a dress from the only dance I attended in High School: my Senior Prom.
We're laughing and, as is common when we're chatting, we are getting silly (perhaps more accurately I am getting silly). The conversation ends seconds later with my promise to try on the dress, photograph me in the dress, and post them on this blog.
Aren't you glad you asked?
Think "Pretty In Pink"
I had to bribe Larsen into taking the photos. He couldn't believe I still had the dress. When I pulled out the shoes and accoutrements he nearly gagged.
20+ Years later the infamous dress is unveiled again.
If you can't laugh at yourself, what will you do when everyone else is?
So I am talking on the phone to my good friend, Carrie, and she is telling me about a woman she knows who tries on her wedding dress each year on her anniversary. (I guess to make sure it still fits?) We are both incredulous. I remind Carrie I don't have a wedding dress (we eloped) -- but, I do have a dress from the only dance I attended in High School: my Senior Prom.
We're laughing and, as is common when we're chatting, we are getting silly (perhaps more accurately I am getting silly). The conversation ends seconds later with my promise to try on the dress, photograph me in the dress, and post them on this blog.
Aren't you glad you asked?
Think "Pretty In Pink"
I had to bribe Larsen into taking the photos. He couldn't believe I still had the dress. When I pulled out the shoes and accoutrements he nearly gagged.
20+ Years later the infamous dress is unveiled again.
Let the mocking begin.
If you can't laugh at yourself, what will you do when everyone else is?
23 November 2008
Comfy?
We have been endlessly raking the leaves in our back yard, and yet the piles don't seem to get any smaller. Besides Shrader, the only other person in our family that seems to be enjoying the eternal supply of leaves is Lola. When the sun is shining, in typical Lola/cat fashion, she sniffs around until she finds the biggest pile and plops down right in the middle of them, sort of like her own private feather bed.
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