An Apple A Day

Thursday marked the first day of fall—my favorite season—but really it began last weekend for the Mueller’s and me. Having spent 5 years together in New England, a big part of what we consider “autumn tradition” is apple picking. Gearing up in your light overcoat, paying 25 cents for a pouch of feed for the farm animals, plucking a ten pound bag’s worth of beautiful red, yellow and green apples, figuring out the best route up and down a tree, then finishing off the excursion with homemade apple cider and a cider donut from the country store. Thus, I was very excited when Liz proposed that we make the 2 hour drive down to Happy Apple Farms.

Well, it wasn’t quite the New England experience but we had fun nonetheless.

Who knew that apples could grow in such an arid climate? Although small and somewhat sparse I was very impressed with their resilience.

Obviously, Ipswish found the one mud puddle in the whole place to play with her apple in.

Then I made apple crisp and it was delicious!

One Quarter of a Century Down

Today is a big day.

This is the day that the Lord has made. That the Lord has made.

And that Sherri Lane was made!

HaPpY BiRtHdAy to my very good friend.

A few things everyone should know about Sherri:

She is beautiful inside and out.

I truly love her as a sister.

She is not the cleanest person in the world.

These two are also very good friends. I love them both more than they may ever know.

Typical Sherri face.

Typical Sherri laugh. Which happens frequently. Often accompanied by tears.

She can literally sleep ANYWHERE.

She's not a hug fan of going to the movies. (Lack of attention span, possibly?) This picture was taken in the parking lot of the theater, mid movie. I was still inside. I love movies.

She has lived in Nicaragua and Spain. She is fluent in Spanish (and uses it daily). She loves Latin dance, food and boys.

She may be one of the most fun friends I will ever have in this lifetime.

She enjoys {good} beer.

She can be slightly mischievous.

One time she dyed her hair brown and hated it.

We like to cuddle.

Sherri is the most loyal, caring, communicative, intellectually stimulating, hilarious, awesome friend a girl could ever ask for.

You should all get one.

And just because it's her birthday:

What's In a Name?

I’ve been working on this major (tedious) project on the job front for the past few days. It involves going through every access card in our system. Which means I must read every name of every tenant on the property.

I have come across some p r e t t y awesome ones. Here’s a little taste:

Jim Reszetucha – I enjoy when first names don’t quite seem to match the last

Carter Boardman – This guy should definitely run for president

Wink Schram – I know this man and not only does he have a jolly name, he actually looks like Santa Claus

Aaron Yacko – I have a feeling this guy is painfully shy

Barney Fix – I envision a purple dinosaur with a Tim the Toolman Taylor tool belt


Kyla Gottgetreu – This one crunches in your mouth on its way out

Wade Wheatlake – Fun to say, even more fun to visualize

Gary Outlaw – Accountant by day; cowboy when the sun goes down

James Bonds – His first name is actually Tony, but he goes by his middle. I would too.

And my personal favorite: Reliford Raven – Clad in a black trench coat, solemnly whispering “Nevermore, nevermore.”

I wonder if my blog will come up when these people Google themselves now...

A Family Wedding for the Weekend

Sean and I flew to Boston this past weekend to celebrate the marriage of my mom's half-brother, Jahn to the lovely Liz Parker in beautiful New Hampshire. We had a wonderful time! The pictures will explain it all. (enlarge for the full affect)

The incredible lake house that the my whole family stayed at. It was very old with worn, blue hardwood floors, lovely views, the coolest dining room ever and a hot tub that we definitely overflowed.

This is the kids cabin. Game and TV room downstairs...5 girls, 2 guys and their mess upstairs.

The rehearsal dinner at the Parkers' house.

Dinner was lobster and filet mignon. Yes, please.

The night ended with fireworks, high-fives with the FOB and, of course, the hot tub.

Wedding day!

The beautiful bride and her happy groom.

Sean and I took a lot of pictures together. We like each other.

Plus family photos.

Model poses as well.

Happy people on a gorgeous day.

Great reception...just as awesome transportation.

The dancing was out of control.

The sepia makes it classier.

maybe...

*all pictures are courtesy of Corinn

Labor Day Weekend

My Labor Day weekend was how it should be...Labor free.

Sean's, on the other hand, was not.

While I was shopping, relaxing, reading, cleaning and enjoying the sunshine, he was building decks and laying a roof. Even still we managed to find the time to enjoy ourselves.



The weekend began with some awesome (spicy!) Jamaican smoked pork made by Sean's amazing cook of a roommate, Jason. We drank Red Stripe on the roof and just chilled.


Saturday was my day to myself followed by dinner with Sean's roommates at an old favorite...the Old Blinking Light...and bowling. I am too embarrassed to share my score, but it was over 100. Two games. Combined.

Sunday was a great day! I got to experience the Colorado Springs Mega Church, New Life, then had lunch downtown with none other than Mr. Bosch. I know all the Gordon folk out there are jealous.


While Sean labored in the sun and wind on his sister's roof, I got to hang out with these two (mom and son...dad was on the roof too) all afternoon:


Sean's sister, Erin, and her adorable, happy son, Logan. We made dinner and shortcake with CO Western Slope peaches (using my daddy's secret recipe).


Monday, Sean finally got a labor-free day. We rode bikes around downtown, checked out the Taste of Colorado, attempted to get Rockies tickets (damn scalpers...just because it's a holiday doesn't mean you can charge 17x the normal ticket price), played volleyball with Sean's friends - well I went on a Powerade/watermelon run for the players, but that's still important - had a lovely dinner date then crashed by 9:30. Every weekend should be three days.