Drake is the Bombdiggiety

Whew... weekends are supposed to be for relaxing, and yet I seem to look forward to the work week so that I get a chance to breathe again. This weekend was kicked off with finding an apartment! YES!!!! It is a very nice place, and I'll give you more details later. Today we have to turn in applications and all of that jazz. This happy news was followed up by an alarm clock going off at 5 am Saturday morning. I don't know about you, but for some reason that just seems wrong to me. You are supposed to sleep in on Saturday but noooo... 5 am we are rolling out of bed and crawling towards the shower. We had a race to marshal at the top of Mt. Evans. Aren't we cute in our matching little orange vests? Awwww.... That's the Christmas card right there. 6:15 am...finally coffee! I can stop growling in response to everything Joey says and start to form sentences. That is a pleasant change. By 7 am we were at the top of the mountain. There wasn't much to do but set up and drink a lot of water so that we didn't pass out due to the change in elevation. It was a little cold, but that was mainly the wind. I wore flip flops because I am just that cool and I decided that I would control the weather and make it not rain/snow that day. Lucky for me that plan worked. About an hour and a half to two hours in we start to see the first racers. Wow. That is all I have to say to those guys. That was a hard race. I was dead impressed. I would not want to do that. I would not want to wish that on my worst enemy, and yet here these guys are doing this by choice. I question their sanity as much as I applaud their strength. :) I mean that in the nicest way possible. So we spent the day at the top of the world, or at least at 14,240 ft. My face became nice and crispy. I did not know that your lips could actually blister from sunburn. Sexy...



We did have a little company up there at the top though. Check out the mountain goat/sheep. They were pretty cute. I oohed and awed like a girl is supposed to and then ran and got my camera. By 3 pm we were finally making our own descent down the mountain. Picking up road signs along the way and making faces at the tourist which were allowed to come up the mountain before the race even ended. Finally we got home around 4 pm, at which point we crawled back into bed and passed out cold for the next two hours. I am not sure why it was so exhausting to stand around all day but I was dead to the world. Joey and I curled up with some quesadillas for dinner and watched a movie. Sunday morning we headed off to Joey's race in Boulder. It was killer since the temp was 103* outside at the start and as soon as it was over we headed back to my house to begin the YARDWORK.. insert dramatic music here. It took us a couple hours with the use of Drake's phenomenal weed whacker. Drake, I will forever be in your debt. Next time you need help with something let me know. So the result of hard labor ended us with something that resembles a yard. Sweet! My landlord will be happy and I am sure that the neighbors are thrilled. Now if we can just keep it kind of neat for another week, I am set and I am forever done with Campo Ct. ( this is where the band breaks in and the parade starts). As for right now I am off to buy renters insurance and then head off to lunch with my boss. Blackman out.