It’s 68° outside, blissfully humid, the bay is open and the water is completely flat. Possibly due to the large chunk of ice blocking the bay, but still, completely flat. Let the traumatic days of staring-out-the-window-daydreaming-about-wakeboarding-when-I-should-be-working begin.
Archive for March, 2004
Let them eat steak
Thursday, March 18th, 2004I rarely order steak but last night I ordered the cajun filet mignon at Jake’s in Brookfield and it was fantastic. In fact everything was good. Highly recommend it.
Surpassed by yet another sibling
Saturday, March 13th, 2004JeffO, childhood terror and obnoxious teenager, has just landed a position as a Picture Archiving Communication System (PACS) Field Engineer with GE Medical in downtown San Francisco. Aside from the company car, techy gadgets and generous salary he’ll receive he’ll be living in luxury for at least the first few months until he and Spanky find an apartment. So he’s selling the Lexus, and leaving Colorado behind in favor of becoming a metrosexual on the left coast, all at the ripe old age of 25. Who’d have guessed?
March 2004 update
Monday, March 1st, 2004Not too many exciting things going on in the life of Julie lately, other than a fun trip to the east coast but you can read about that elsewhere. I’m also hoping to get to Cancun, Miami, San Diego and Anchorage in the next few months despite a lack of vacation time and sufficient funds so we’ll see how that goes. Alaska is much bigger and much farther away than I realized – only miles from Russia in some places. So that will be an adventure. Plus they have baseball games at midnight, 150,000 moose wandering around and one HLS student in their employ for the summer. All good.
But the interim time between trips has been pleasantly low-key and has given me time to “train”. JeffO and I have decided to make the Crazylegs Run a bit more competitive this year by placing a not-so-small wager on which one of us will finish first. At the time, this seemed like a reasonable bet… neither of us can run for squat and I was on my second glass of wine. The following day I recalled that Jeff is 8 years younger than I am, male, lives at an elevation of one mile, and beat me last year by four minutes. So I’m now in training, which so far has consisted of buying new running shoes, clothes, downloading fun running tunes to my iPod and bribing friends to take Jeff out to the Essenhaus the night before the race. And, occasionally jogging along on the treadmill in case I need to throw my emergency backup plan/dream into action and smoke ‘im.