tis the holiday season

Halloween fun...
Mr. T and Alaska Governor Sarah Palin













And we decided to celebrate Christmas the week before Halloween... Gotta love the annual Denver Veloswap. It was determined that we would spend my volleyball coaching money on a new mountain bike for him. But once he purchased it I was very sad. Now my mountain bike was seriously out of date and it would only put me at a further disadvantage when it came to keeping up with him... What a great husband I have....

His Christmas present



My Christmas present
Merry Christmas to us! The deal is that we aren't allowed to buy each other presents this year, but we absolutely have to go for a ride Christmas morning... Rain, sleet, or snow...

Fall Break 08 --yes, Moab again...

Can't complain here. I spent Spring Break and Fall Break 08' in Moab this year... And a White Rim trip thrown in the middle. Not a bad year...

So... Last weekend... We opened with a simple little tyrolean traverse...

We moved on to a repel down the aptly name "Midieval Chamber."Greg was able to get pictures of me heading in. I got him coming down.

This was all a slow dramatic build up to our simul repel over Morning Glory Arch. Here's a picture of the arch. Yeah... It's at least a 100 feet up!

Now here's a picture of Greg coming down one side and myself the other. Our ropes were tied into one another at the top and we were counter balancing each other as we repelled down... Now that's what I call fun!!!!!!!!

I realize that some people spend good money on marriage building retreats through their church... If ever you're in for a marriage building retreat outside of the church, I highly recommend Desert Highlights Canyoneering in Moab, Utah. I had a ton of fun with my friends Deanne and Linda, as well as friends of friends... But it was also one more occasion that I realized I married an amazing man who couldn't be more perfect for me. Thanks for a great weekend honey!!!

Why husbands are good

Well, my husband is great, but I (will continue to) digress...

He informed me the other day that he signed up to volunteer for this...So he can see this guy in first place again...

With a possibility of seeing this guy...

And of course I found every reason in the world why we can't go to California mid February where he has already signed up to volunteer because "It just sounded cool."

He's right. Sometimes I need to not think every last detail out about every last thing. (I wouldn't be a good school teacher though if I didn't think and/or plan about how every minute of class will go or could go wrong.) Of course if I take two days off in February, that detracts from all my good teachered-ness... Right?

I found round trip tickets for $185, taxes included. Hmmmm....

Flat tires, ugh

I train for an Ironman and only had two flats the entire year... Apparently I had some good luck...

Story 1:
Last weekend, I'm on the road bike about 2 miles from home. Pshhhhhhhhh... I brake as fast as I can, start pulling out all the repair supplies... Flip over the bike (back tire, of course...) and I notice a razor blade on the ground. My entire tire was slit. Putting a new tube in would be useless. I walked the 2 miles home. Argh. Who the heck throws razor blades in the street?????

Story 2:
This weekend, I'm so happily out with a couple of ladies I work with. I'm absolutely loving my rides with them because our rides are more about gabbing and laughing than they are about riding. Plus they get me on my mountain bike and challenge me where riding with the boys would just frustrate me.

One of the girls has to turn around because she has plans for the afternoon. I'm wondering if Deanne and I are rude, because we want to keep riding... Maybe I should have listened to my gut and turned around with her...

I ended up getting three flats after that!!!! Can you believe that??? One flat in the front. But I have goo in my tire, so I was able to get it to self heal. Back tire has no goo. Luckily I have a tube and a CO2 pump so I fix that dreaded back tire while a 5-6 yr. old brownie troop strolls by on a hike... And the leaders decide to take a break about 10 feet from us so all the kids come over for the flat tire show... I tell Deanne we have to head back because we're on trails and there are no roads nearby for her to pick me up if my front tire goes again. We turn around... HER tire goes flat!!! She didn't bring any supplies and I only had the one set. She was all for walking with me for the 8 miles back, so I'm obliged to walk with her for the next six. And while I'm walking, my back tire punctures again!!!

Stupid goat heads! At least it was a nice six mile walk with a good friend. :)

Newest member of the family

This is Zeus!!!









He is a border collie/rat terrier mix. He is one of the cutest dogs you'll ever meet! And he's mine!

It took many weekends and several visits to the local animal shelters to find the right little guy, but we finally found him. We've had him for 2 weeks and he has yet to pee in the house! He's a fairly quick learner. He comes to his name most of the time and he's starting to get "Sit" and "Stay." He's a lucky little dog right now because he gets two walks a day! (No, we're not spoiling him or anything!) Hopefully he's happy with his new home. We sure do like him!

Yeah for Niki!

Greg did a local sprint last weekend on Saturday. Greg did well for not being in the best shape ever, so I think he was happy with it.

Niki did her first tri on Saturday. On a personal note, this one was harder to watch. It was all women, and boy would I have liked to be out there on the course. Not to take anything away from Niki. It was her first tri. She trained for it. And she kicked butt! Great job Sis!!!!

Dear blog...

Oh dear bloggest of mine,

How are you today? Yes, I see that I haven't connected with you in well over a month. There were so many posts that I meant to send your way. Isn't that the way it always goes? I was going to put together that last posting before school started. I wanted to gather my thoughts and post the highlights of my summer.

While I didn't race this summer, I could talk about my volunteer experience. Being a swim buddy at the Tri for the Cure was a frightful, yet rewarding experience. I've also had the chance to live vicariously through other friends doing their first ever tri's!

Then school started... And I would have loved to vent on the 30 - 32 kids I have in EVERY class this year... Well, that was in addition to my class that had 47 kids in it. I'm happy to report that class is now at 30. It made for a rough start to the school year.

And then volleyball started on day 2 of school. That means I get to work with some wonderful girls in a sport that I love... But I have to pack up to head to practice everyday right at the final bell. That means I need to go in on Sundays to get myself caught up on all the work I would normally do after school. But my girls ARE improving! And both of my teams won their games tonight!!!! I'm so proud of those girls.

And then there's the whole 'still not pregnant' thing. I could write three loooong posts on everything I've been putting my body through, but it's just not worth the breath. Nothing has changed in the long run.

And doggies!!!! I've now made a couple of trips to the local animal shelters. When I spot that perfect little doggie, he's gonna be mine. It's a big commitment, so I'm just waiting til I find the right one.

Oh dearest blog, I think of you often. Unfortunately I'm not entirely sure when I'll actually have time to pen you another note. I have 7 more weeks of coaching volleyball... Hopefully I'll have lots of fun and excitement to write about when my schedule eases up. Until then, try to live every day as if it were your last wonderful day! Cheers!

Your friend,

Turtle

The Great Italian Adventure 2008

It all started as a way for me to avoid watching my husband sign up for another Ironman. I knew in my heart of hearts that the jealousy would eat me alive. I wanted something to take my mind off the lack of racing I would be doing this summer and the fertility treatments that we've now started. Yes, we have the money, but the economy is taking a sharp downturn and the bills from the fertility treatments haven't yet started. (Nor did we know at the time of planning that we would return to discover that my husband's job will soon to be outsourced to India. Not the best news to come home to!) Nonetheless, if we're really serious about these fertility treatments, and a family really is in our future... This is the time to take a trip like this. And George W. just mailed us a check that he wanted us to spend... Albeit, not necessarily overseas, but it certainly helped.

We talked to several friends, and it was decided. Can you really put a price on travel and great memories??? We're back now and I think it was worth every penny. I teach art and I got to see Michaelangelo's "Pieta," "David," and the "Sistine Chapel." I saw the Raphael rooms at the Vatican as well as Raphael's burial. We went to a Leonardo DaVinci museum in Florence and saw countless sculptures by Bernini in Rome. I almost have to pinch myself from the disbelief that I just returned from all of those beautiful things.

All of the time I spent researching our trip prior to leaving paid out ten-fold. While not extravagant, our lodgings were all very nice for our budget. I discovered there would be a 24 hour train strike and completely revamped our trip prior to leaving.... An American couple that we ran into a couple of times in Rome didn't fare as well. They bought tickets and had them in hand but ended up surprised when they showed up one day to a closed train station. We had a glorious time. It was definitely one of those times when you're sad halfway through the trip because it's already half-over.

We had our fill of pizza. We also struggled through a dinner where we were only able to order a delicious appetizer but we couldn't seem to get past it with our waitress. We cut our losses and finished the meal at a gelato stand instead. And then of course we probably didn't eat as much gelato as we should have... (that may be one of my ONLY regrets)

When friends ask me how Italy was, I just have smile and sigh. It really was wonderful. Every town we visited was so different from the next. And I can't help but think there were so many other wonderful towns that we never visited.

It's nice to see other parts of the world. It makes me appreciate all that we have in the United States. At times it makes me embarassed, too. That's what travel does. It enlightens and humbles you.

Here's one of the few reasons I couldn't wait to get back to the United States. Our public bathrooms are in abundance... And we have a seat. It was rare (when I could find a public restroom) to have a toilet seat. Apparently women are taught early on to squat. This one came as a surprise to me. hee hee. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!

Milan

This is where our trip started. This is where all of the hours spent with books checked out from the library and countless hours with TripAdvisor.com culminated. The push through customs and the effort to find a bus to downtown Milan were pretty painless. The crazy hustle and bustle of the Milan train station were a sharp reminder that we were not in America anymore. My obsessive-compulsive controlling side was sent into flutter for a few minutes, but in the end we figured out what we needed to do.

We took the subway to the city center to see fourth largest cathedral in all of Europe. This was a priority. I had read a great deal about this. The Duomo. It took five hundred years to finish it. It was begun in the 1300's and finished in the 1800's. Its exterior is made of solid pink marble. We walked to the top and hung out on the roof. We didn't get any decent pictures of the inside, but the columns extending floor to ceiling were massive. As Greg put it, "This is the probably the most solid building I've ever seen."

We tooled around and relished the foreignness of what would be the trip of our lives. I did my spin on the bull's testes for good luck at the Galleria Vittorio Emmanuelle; we saw a monument to Leonardo DaVinci; and then we braved the African men that assaulted you as you entered or exited the subway with their wares. We went back to the train station. Milan was now checked off the itinerary. We had arrived!

Cinque Terre

Okay, if you've visited Italy in the last ten years, you may have heard of the Cinque Terre. If it's been awhile, this may be unknown to you. The Cinque Terre consists of five small towns (all mostly with just a main street and then some buildings on the sides.) Up until a few years ago, these towns were only accessible by water. There was no land transportation to these towns. A hiking trail connects all five of the towns, with varying difficulty levels between each. (The hiking trail is rumored to have started as a path for young lovers because it was otherwise accepted that you would only marry from your own village.) On the second day, we had to take in the famous Cinque Terre Trail, frequently stopping for pleasant swimming and site seeing breaks. We started in the morning and didn't get back home until well after dark.

A train now connects the towns to modern civilization and a road also now exists high on the hillside. (I heard from someone that the road was just put in about ten years ago.) Fortunately (or unfortunately for some) cars not allowed in the villages. If you have a car, you must park it at the top and walk down to the villages. (Prior to leaving for this trip I read many a review of people complaining about all the walking they had to do in the Cinque Terre... I knew this meant it would be perfect for Greg and I!)

We rented a private apartment from a local woman. I was supposed to call her and she would meet us when we got off the train to show us where the apartment was. Lucky for us, there were no phones near the train station... Also lucky for us, the owner spoke no English. And I don't mean to say that she spoke very little English, I mean she spoke NO English what-so-ever, not even hello, Good morning, or the necessitated "I want you to pay me now, not later." Not that I'm the type of American that demands it. I'm visiting their country, I respect that. I listened to some Italian CD's prior to leaving the states picking up some key vocabulary that I thought would help us. And it did in on a couple other occasions, but I ran my limited Italian to its end on this occasion. I could tell this lady who I was and that I had a reservation, but picking a meeting spot with her, or picking her out of a crowd was another story altogether. I couldn't tell her what I looked like, she couldn't seem to tell me anything I understood.

In the end I just kept repeating "Bar Centrale," "Bar Centrale." She gave up whatever it was she was trying to tell me. Eventually a lady timidly walked up to us near the bar and we timidly approached her hoping our backpacks gave us away... She reached out her hand and we exchanged names. It was her. Sigh.... We followed her up several narrow walkways between buildings (even with English directions, we never would have found it.) Laundry was hanging from the windowsills and excitement raged in my tummy.

Basically our apartment consisted of a narrow hallway with sink and stove that lead to a bedroom. There was no main sitting area, except for the outside terrace. Ah... The terrace. We had a view of the pastel colored buildings lining mainstreet to the left, and a view of the sea to our right. We ordered a whole pizza (one of many that we would eat throughout our travels) and a bottle of wine. We took them to our terrace and relished our first evening in Italy.

I liked the Cinque Terre because it was extremely laid back. Everyone seemed totally content to partake in the makeship beaches on the big rocks that lined the seashore. While the mid-day siesta meant that stores were closed, it did not necessitate that people moved any faster outside of siesta hours. The hiking was also wonderful. Supposedly there are also some good mountain biking in the hills. I could have easily spent a few more days lounging around the Cinque Terre.