How Do You Spell That?

Oh, this has been a fun one....

#1. Go to "ropes course". Find out that I can't do the course. Only one that doesn't climb the pole of death (no, that's not what it's really called).
#2. Have to run back to truck (about a mile, uphill) to deliver goodie bags to team.
#3. Have to leave early, miss out on the remaining fun stuff that I could have done.
#4. Get pulled over for an illegal lane change. (Thankfully, only got a warning).
#5. Get lost, end up taking back road route to airport.
#6. Miss plane cutoff time by literally ONE MINUTE. Even though I could have made it through security, run over the bridge, and been on the plane....no no, Frontier doesn't allow that. Of course, every OTHER airline has the ability to override the cutoff, but apparently Frontier forgot to invest in that part.
#7. Buy overpriced ticket on Southwest so I could at least get home tonight.

Well, I still have my health (and didn't break anything on the trip). More pics later....

Posted by Brian at 5:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Took a brief trip out to the Air Force Academy, lots more pics tomorrow (since I left the camera in the truck).

Posted by Brian at 12:02 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

This time...well....it may involve serious injury (probably knot....), but it should be interesting. Driving to Colorado Springs shortly, getting some work caught up in the airport while I grab a quick lunch, then off to the rental car.

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Someone was a big boy tonight and served himself....

NO, IT WAS NOT ME! THINK SMALLER AND CUTER!

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It's really hard for me to be confrontational in a civil situation. I usually (stupidly) put myself in the middle of a problem, trying to find a solution for everyone. I don't know why I try to do this, if its just my genetics, a power-trip, or just a stupid fat guy trying to be nice.

Tonight, I was on the receiving end of an interesting lecture/conversation about a mostly trivial issue in our neighborhood association. As I was walking home, I of course thought of great counterpoints to my faults. I never was one of those kids who could come up with the right thing to say. I always had the great comeback, five minutes after the kid mocking me went home.

I also know that I've never been the popular guy. I know some people will rejoice the day I put up the "For Sale" sign on our front lawn, and maybe after tonight that will happen sooner than later. But I'm here tonight, writing and rewriting a post about a conversation that made me feel like a ten year old all over again. I know I did some things wrong, but I also know that my positions are right. And I also know that people read, and talk, and wonder what the hell is the tubby guy complaining about once again.

I want to write so much more, but internally I keep fighting it off. Deleting something that may be overheated, obtuse, and stupid in the long run. Google has a long memory, and while I want to write, I want to delete more....

I'm just not a guy who thinks a piece of paper should control every single facet of our lives...maybe that's what is wrong with me.

Posted by Brian at 10:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

When your 17 year old daughter who is making dinner exclaims:

"Hooray!! I think it's cooked all the way through"
"It looks disgusting, but I'm sure it's good..."

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