Megan's visit

Megan and I grew up together in Butte Falls, spending our days cavorting through the woods and pretending we were princesses. It was a lot of fun!

Megan moved to Alaska after high school where she started a new life. Here she is with her son, Kyle. He's quite cute.

The Megs came to see me last weekend (sans Kyle) and we had a wonderful time! It was great to reconnect with one of the most important people in my life who had been separated from me by a decade or so. I'm glad we're back in touch and I especially enjoyed being one of her maids of honor in her wedding last May. Good stuff!

Here, Megan good-naturedly agreed to be the "subject" for this photo of a girl's crazy tattoos.

It was wonderful to remember just how "country" she and I are. And a in a good way. I'm pretty proud of how we were raised and am confident that she is instilling in Kyle the same practical and thoughtful values.

Do you ever feel

so overwhelmed and inundated with information that you can't make sense of what you set out to do that day?

I am so there

Okay, so this post was just an excuse to write about this picture I found from Argentina. I was clearly falling asleep while writing (left), as was Gina (right). Funny stuff.

Moral of the story: type things.

(Or, for normal people: get a Blackberry)

When in Rome...

This weekend was spent doing Dallas-like things. Good fun!

We hit up Taste of Dallas, which displayed the adventurous fashion choices of her citizens.

Shorts with heels = no

Tattoos + workout wear + you not working out = no

I don't even know where to begin.

-Cell phone on pleated too-short khaki shorts.

-What the hell are those shoes?

-Did you get that necklace in Daytona Beach in '97?

-Your glasses are high-performance; you are not.

= an emphatic NO!

Head-to-toe-white with gold accents = she almost pulled it off. I give extra points for working it on the light rail platform. Notice shock on Little Peggy-Pinkdress' face. MeowWe hit up some bars where I mercilessly captured more shorts-with-heels whilst refining my reasons for hating this look. In addition, I noticed that in Dallas laundry is so passe. Instead, one simply leaves their unmentionables at the bar on a chandelier.Not to be outdone, Dallas-ites were out en force at Cancun. I swear it's like spring break every damn day at this pool. Tattoos and puffed-up meatheads abound. My favorite was watching the guys dance poolside (the DJ does rock) as they look down at how their pecs/biceps/abs flex with the motions. Who needs TV when you have a mirror and your 'roided pectorals?

Of course Enrique and I had to follow suit and got temporary tattoos. What girl doesn't like unicorns?

Mom: The PantyLamp did not contain my undies nor will I ever get a tattoo or piercing, okay?

As if you needed a reminder...

Of why I think I grew up in the most beautiful place on earth:


The JRL Ranch, brought to you by 20+ years of backbreaking work by Mom, Dad, and my sister (and only a little by me).

Happy 4th of July and Happy Birthday, Dad!

I've returned from my adventure at the ranch. Jonny and I surprised my father on his birthday (on an easy-to-remember-day: the 4th) in Butte Falls. It was a cinch to find them at the parade because in a town of 350, all you have to do is ask the first person you see. Who you probably know.

We had a great time with Sarah and Ryan, who were visiting like the good kids they are. The weather was sublime and the ranchhands plentiful with our arrival. Jonny and Ryan changed some irrigation, herded some cows, etc. I lay around in my bikini and worked on fading the ridiculous lines the Dallas sun hands out on my rides.

I was deathly sick on the plane ride home. First time I've had to use the airsick bag. That was awesomely fun. The poor girl sitting next to me didn't know me well enough to rub my back and instead stared in shock. Now I'm rehydrating and about to hit the sack.

More soon...

peace!

some memories of jonny's visit to dallas

we went to austin for last weekend for some bike racin (which always involves changing clothes in public)

we stayed with phil and daniele, who are le awesome.

some cruiser ridin some bike racers (brooke miller, i adore you, but what are you wearing?????) some beer

good times!

bonus: phil chowing cookies next to a can of cheese sauce (yes, cheese sauce) that daniele won as a prime. true story.

this is why floyd missed all those training rides. damnit trebek

this is surreal. ken jennings looks just like the floyder.
i wonder if that's where he got all that wisdom about testosterone patches on your nads before a 52-bottle stage win?