Boz

Legs n' lungs - me hopes.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Dave/Marcy's Wedding



So Rupp and Barney, a couple of my best buddies from the old days of work, show up Friday afternoon. We hit the Rockies/Braves game, pay four bills each for Rock Pile tickets and spend the first couple innings hunting for more, er premium seats. We end up seven rows behind the Rockies dugout, sch-a-wheat. Rupp and Barney somehow or another manage to consume two foot-long dogs each, well done. Saturday morning, wake up, head to Summit for Dave/Marcy's wedding. Summit got a couple feet of snow yesterday-ish so their wedding was moved inside, no worries, still sweet fun. Pic one, the only non-blurry pic of the night. Pic two, left to right, me, Marcy, Dave, Barney, and Rupp. Peace, B

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Juli's Wedding - Hooray!

Cousin Juli of Orlando got married earlier this summer to a super-cool dude. The reception/golf outing was this weekend in killer-Arkansas. So Juli marries Doug, who of all things, is a alligator hunter. So now she too is a alligator hunter, how cool. The reception weekend in Eureka Springs/Holiday Island was awesome. Our family tis bueno, all my little cousin's kids are adorable and super-fun. You know how cool it is to spend time with those you have spent your entire life with, well, that was this weekend, Mom/Dad, Tim/pregnant-Kera, all the cousins, aunt Judy and Gidget, uncle Wayne and Jack, little Chandler in tow, and on and on, what a sweet weekend. Peace, B

Monday, September 04, 2006

Climax, Keystone, Colo.



The XC race season is over, bittersweet, will miss seeing the entire crew until April/May/first race of 07'. Dang, not sure if I should upgrade and hope for a top 15 as a Semi-pro or stay the course and snag a top three in Expert, hmmm, don't know aye'. Pic 1 - MSC series overall, I got second, my season was marred with an injury, whatever, is what it is. Pic 2 - Keystone podium, I got second, my boyz, Bryan got first and Jeremy got third. Pic 3 - Jason 'one beer' Glenn passed out around 6:00 p.m. MT, got his smelly race socks in his face and hat on, wuss. Peace, B.