Sunday, September 11, 2011

Looking ridiculous while running is the only way to run

If you've read our blog & know us (me), you probably know I have an affinity for dressing up for runs.  Or dressing ridiculous.  Steve & I ran the CASA 1/2 marathon in July, which is a great run through Spearfish Canyon.  I had a serious desire to break 2 hours in the half & was poised to do so at this race, but it didn't happen.  Don't ask.  I have issues with this.  (Luckily this time, it had nothing to do with runners trots)  The elusive "break 2 hours in a half" is still a pipe dream.

So if I can't meet my goal time, why not look fabulous instead?

Look!  That blur in the green tank top, sparkly heart skirt, & pink compression socks is ME.  Moving so fast the camera had a difficult time snapping a photo.  (Let's not point out the fact that the lady in front of me is 89 years old.  I overheard it in conversation because she sat in front of us on the bus.  It's a similar feeling to having a lady pushing a double jogging stroller pass me on an uphill.  With two kids in it.)
 Who's that stud?
 We're a compression-sock-loving family.
So despite the fact I didn't break two hours & an 89-year old rockstar beat me, I still was so excited for the race director to stop me after I crossed the finish line & exlaim, "you were, by far, the most colorful runner on the course!"  And one of his little volunteers, handing me my medal, saying "you looked really cute."

Roofing

If your marriage can survive a roofing project, it can survive anything.

Then again, we haven't had kids yet, so you may have to ask me about that in another ten years.

Our roof was far past due time for replacement & before winter hit, we decided to buckle down & get it done.  We didn't bother getting estimates from contractors because we knew the price would be far outside our budget - we estimated $7,000 - $10,000.  Steve had some knowledge of roofing & we decided with the help of some friends, we'd be able to knock it out ourselves.  By doing so, after rentals (including dumpster) & materials, it cost approximately $3,000.  That, my friends, is far more friendly on the wallet.

When all was said & done, roofing turned out to be a fairly standard home improvement project.  It doesn't require a technical skill, such as electrical, plumbing, etc.  Paired down to the simplest of tasks, it's a matter of stripping the old roof off, laying paper (essentially a vapor barrier), & nailing down the new shingles.  Of course there's always variables that can throw it off - the pitch, size, complexity of eaves/dormers, quality of underlying materials - but for the most part, roofing is straightforward.

I failed to take any pics of the garage being stripped, but on Day 1, Steve stripped the garage.  Day 2, paper was laid & the boom truck delivered shingles.  The plan was to have both the house & garage stripped & papered so the boom truck could deliver shingles directly onto both roofs, but the house was much more difficult than the garage, so shingles were only delivered onto the garage roof (the rest delivered in the yard for the boys to haul up the scaffolding later).

 Steve & our friend Tara waiting for the boom truck.
 Boom truck.  This thing has some reach.



Apparently our house had two layers of shingles & made for very difficult stripping.  Not to mention the underlying wood was NOT plywood, but instead old strip wood from what we guessed was an old barn (it still had faded painted advertisements on it, like you'd see on the side of a barn).  I hate when people take shortcuts when they build/improve a home.  Some day that underlying wood will have to be replaced.  Today was not that day.

The shingles are beginning to pile very, very high.  I made the mistake of putting myself in charge of shingle clean-up because I refused to get on the roof (not unless there was a harness & a helmet involved).  Using our decrepit wheelbarrow (pictured above), I made a LOT of trips to the dumpster parked in our driveway.  I was also in charge of food prep, making sure to have several hearty meals ready for the guys.  They were helping us out of the kindness of their hearts - and maybe an ulterior motive with plans to ask us for help in their home improvement projects in the future - so without payment, the least we could do is feed them.
 Scrap metal from the roof (stuff that gets laid on the edges & the crevices of the roof).
 The only rule for the dumpster was no metal.  Otherwise, not only did we dump old shingles, we also took the opportunity to clean out our garage.  The table below was one such item that had to get tossed.
Look at that fabulous new roof!

Apparently I didn't take any pictures of the completed house roof.  Probably because I wanted nothing more to do with roofing.  Time spent roofing: Friday afternoon, all day Saturday, all day Sunday, after work through the next week (sans one day due to poor weather), the following Saturday, & half-day Sunday.  I guesstimate a total of 53 hours went into the roofing.  Not easy, but most certainly rewarding upon completion.

One requirement of the next house we buy: not in need of a new roof.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Food Stuffs

Food is, without a doubt, one of the highlights of my life.  Seriously.  I consider eating/cooking/baking/imbibing a hobby.

Steve calls the picture below a "Ramirez family dinner."  I love meals that consist solely of tapas - and although I don't have access to some of the wonderful cured meats, I make do with the overly priced cheeses at the stores.  These dinners typically occur when: a) I'm too lazy to cook; b) Steve is away for the night for work & I'm too lazy to cook; or c) I'm too lazy to cook.  Wait...did I say that already?

This particular meal of loveliness is a few marinated olives, a variety of artisanal cheeses, & asparagus broiled with olive oil, salt & pepper (the broiling method gives the asparagus a nice crisp at the top of the spears).  Oh, and don't forget a key ingredient - giant glass of wine.

Peanut Butter is one of my daily staples.  If I don't have PB at least once a day, something is missing in my life.  Usually, I work PB into my breakfast.  Although you have to be aware of the calorie content, if eaten in moderation, it provides a great amount of protein, which is a necessity to get me through to lunch.  I read about Peanut Butter & Co. some time ago & knew I had to get my sticky lil' mitts on some.  On a recent trip to WalMart (which is the bane of my existence & a store I try to avoid at all costs...but living in a small town, is an unfortunate necessity), I just about danced through the aisles when I saw none other than PEANUT BUTTER & COMPANY hiding so quietly next to the big-kahuna brands of PB.  Will I overpay for what is supposed to be super delicious peanut butter that is made of all natural ingredients??  You bet'cha!

Oh. My. Goodness.  I took one little taste of the Dark Chocolate Dreams & let me tell ya...was it dreamy!  Sooooo so so so so very delish.  Not overpowered by cocoa, not overpowered by sugar - just perfection.  After finishing off the jar (not in one sitting, darlin', I have some self-control), I jetted back to WalMart & decided to balance out the Dark Chocolate Dreams with White Chocolate Wonderful.

I tried both this morning with my breakfast.  I fainted in delight.  While at my desk at work.  My boss considered calling the psych ward.

Just kidding.  But this stuff is awesome.  And yes, the nutritional content is relatively similar to standard PB - in fact, it has only a few more grams of sugar but less calories.
 Don't worry, the bottle of wine doesn't go with me to work for my breakfast.  Although there have been days when I've considered it...

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Oh, hello.  Apparently you have to upload pictures & write things to keep this thing, called a "blog," updated.  Weird.


Blankets of wildflowers we saw during one of our adventurous trail runs.  These fields of flowers turn me into a waxing poetic, blubbering, hopeless romantic.  "The cool mountain air tickling our sun-warmed skin, dancing off beads of sweat.  A babbling mountain creek twinkling in the bright sun..."  Just like people amaze themselves with their singing abilities when they're alone in the car, I become the next world famous poet when I'm prancing through the fields of wildflowers.  Move over Shakespeare, I'm 'bout to take ova!
 How can you not be moved by this gorgeousness??

 It's tough to see in the picture, but yes, that was a moose in the far, far distance.
 When the ladies took a "different route," we literally stumbled upon a small herd of elk.  Three bulls & one cow - which is an unusual grouping, although it's possible the cow elk was really a very young bull elk with no visible antlers (which would also be odd).
 Later boys!  Thanks for the nice butt shot.