5 Thing Friday

A blog I like to follow does a "15 thing Friday"  But who the heck has time for that?  I'll try five because as I write this I am cooking dinner, watering my garden and trying to speak Spanglish to the Pervians.

1. My coworker told me I was as cool as magnetic tape.

and that conversation actually went like this:

Coworker: Magnetic tape is so cool
Me: I'm cooler than magnetic tape
Coworker: You are as cool as magnetic tape

same thing right?

2. Carlos wants to go running with me on Sunday.  He saw me running last Sunday (my once a week work out, its all about consistancy people) and now he wants to go with me.  He said "Me Champion Runner in Peru" so this should certainly be very interesting.  That and he wants to go at 5am.  I just laughed and walked away.

Carlos running:

Me running behind Carlos:

3. Henry likes Honey Boo Boo.  FACT.  I had the new season premeire episode on and I thought, he is not going to like this... instead all I heard was laughter.  Winning.

What's not to love here?

4. I really want to go back on the river...

5. Cali like to chase sheep, so shes in the dog house, literally.

How can you get mad at this face?

BIG trouble

The Still water is not so still

I went rafting this weekend on the Stillwater River near absarokee.  Lets get one thing straight.

When Californians say lets "float the river"

When Montanans say lets "float the river"

My new Montana friend Staci grew up in Absarokee, which is such a cute little town, her dad spends all his free time on the river so when she invited me to "float" I was jazzed.   I, of course asked 500 dumb questions ranging from sunscreen to drowning and Staci assured me I would be covered on all aspects of the trip. And was she right, they were professionals. Anything you could think of necessary for the river, they had it. Including beer. I was so excited that I didn't have do a darn thing but jump in the boat and give a few "Wahoooooo" yells.

At one point we had a little situation with the weather and had to wait it out under some trees while we got dumped on.  Thank goodness Staci's dad is like a walking Swiss army knife and had a bag of rain jackets for such an occasion.  With the cloud cover and rain I was getting a wee bit cold, so the jacket and my life vest (that I never took off) kept me nice and toasty.

I also had my first Fireball experience.  I never understood the hype over cinnamon whiskey but gosh darn it that stuff is delicious!  I'm on the fireball bandwagon now!

I told Staci that I wanted to take pictures and she said she had a water proof camera, well this camera required a genius to oporate the SOB, it had two buttons for about 354 features so and I ended up taking a gazillion photos of my face.  Close up.  I'll spare you those photos as you can use your imagination at how beautiful I looked.  But the rest turned out pretty neat.



my attempt at a group shot

why yes, those are crocs...sexy

there were many beautiful ranches along the way

bonding sesh, those that ___ together, stay together

cutting hay

I never know what to do with my hands

Handicap Henry

So, Henry broke his knee.  He was calf roping at a rodeo 2 weeks ago and landed funny getting off his horse and "CRACK" he broke the fibula part where it connects to his knee.

 Let me start by saying that I have been around  A LOT of injuries.  Growing up always playing sports I've seen it all, from dislocated elbows (it was disgusting to see happen first hand) torn ACL's, MCL's, Meniscus (my mom got ram prodded - literally- by a ram) anyway, I felt like I was experienced enough to deal with his knee break.  NOT. SO. MUCH.  The kid (who I deeply love) is a pain in the ass.  He will not listen to anyone, even the Doctor!  He was told to stay off it for at least 2 weeks and get rechecked.  Well in his mind since he didn't have any pain it must mean he was fine to do as he pleased. 

So against my violent objections he walked on it everyday and the crutches ended up by the trashcan where he said "they belonged" after a few days, I quit trying to change his mind and decided that no matter what I said or did, he was going to do what he wanted.  Which I should have known better from the beginning!

SHOCKING UPDATE, his self diagnosis worked out and his bone is healing well and the Dr told him he could start rodeo-ing again this week (only roping).  So now of course, he thinks he is a Dr and will always do what he wants regardless of what he is told.  and now I get this...

The funniest (yes I know its not a word, but I like it anyway) and the whole point of this blog update is Henry's self prescribed rehab.  Cowboy Henry is now.... Lance Armstrong.  Yep, he decided he needed a bike to "get back into shape" so I got a Wal Mart special, that he barely fits on and he rode it to Molt on Saturday. 

The Molt Cafe closed its doors (sad day) and they threw a big goodbye party for the owners.  So Henry left about 45 minutes before I did and I figured I just meet him there, well about 3 miles from Molt, I come up to this gem:

I don't know why, but the sight of him riding a bike was hilarious, I only wish he would have had his cowboy hat on to really seal the deal.  Watch out France, Tour de Molt is underway.

Henry said that if he doesn't end up riding the bike anymore maybe the Peruvians will?  For what I am not sure, I hope something like this...