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Virtual Reader...Tune in later for Highlights and Lowlights of 2007.
No, that is not a typo. I'm not sure that I have more than 1 reader.

I can soooo do yoga

I went to Karen's house this morning and she just shouted from upstairs that she was busy doing Yoga. I make my way upstairs and this is what I find. I'm on to you and your so-called Yoga poses K-Dawg.

Kenny, did you bring the dirt wax?

Billy Rae and I wanted to do a little Nordic skiing this weekend. And since our trusty friend Root runs a golf course, we thought it would be perfect venue for some exercise. Now all of my Virtual Readers may not be nordic skiers, however I think it is apparent from the image that the conditions were not ideal. Rae asked if I brought the kind of wax that glides along the dirt.

Brokeback sledding

Root rigged up a makeshift sled out of an old cement mixer, then she pulled us behind a 4-wheeler. I used to be 5'5", now I'm barely 5'2" due to the compression of my lumbar discs. It was fun though.

Have you met Rae's mom jacket?

This is SyRae and me after the treacherous ride. Check out Rae's jacket. Circa 1980. She's trying to sell it on e-bay. And I quote, "...this beauty's in mint condition".

I wish I were here...

Or here...

I'm nuts for peanuts

O.K. So explain to me this... if you're allergic to peanuts, why eat "mixed nuts"? And yes, I do realize that nuts are nuts, and peanuts are legumes, but seriously. I'm allergic to bees and you won't find me playing around with any wasps.
No reeces pieces, no pb&j's, no peanuts!!!

Applewood Nordic Skiing Area

Cabin Fever set in today. It's been snowing sideways here all morning. I decided to test my skate skiing skills in the booming metropolis of Applewood. I would get into a great rhythm and then I would hit a patch of sand...and stop dead in my tracks. I played a little game with myself called, "STAY IN FRONT OF THE SNOW PLOW AND SAND TRUCK".
All and all, it was a great work out, and I made a couple of new friends in the neighborhood. Now it's time to watch FLETCH.

pizza pie french fry

Look at my sweeeeet skating form. When it gets slick, I rely on my pizza pie french fry style, it never lets me down. Go ahead, make your fingers into a slice of pizza, and now make them into 2 french fries. Fun, isn't it?

Winter paradise

The Sistras taught me the Soulja Boy dance. In years past we've always been actors in our own Christmas plays. Like the play with the baby Jesus, and the lonely Indian Elf. So you may not have heard about the latter, it's real funny. This year however, we got all Crunk.

Kenny sandwich...

From the left, Pretty Lady, Kennequa, Dawn the Great. Hello hotties.

Guess who got headlamps?

BFF and K-man and I all got headlamps for Christmas!

butt crack cookie

sock monkey socks

T-Rav got us all sock monkey socks for Christmas. From the left, Bro's head, mama G, the vegetarian Courten-ay, A, J, and me. Love em'.

Wontons in the bathroom

Hey sistra, why are there wontons in your bathroom? There were several of these little guys laying on the counter. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. I didn't need a newspaper cuz I had this to think about.

Wavy and delicious

Now I know what the potstickers are for. They're to make your hair wavy and delicious while you sleep. Thanks for the hair tips A.

LORI, LORI, are you out here? (please no)

A whole lot of activity tonight at the Keeley house. We were enjoying our Christmas (note that I left the Christ in Christmas) dinner when the phone rang. It was a reverse 9-1-1 call from ACSO warning us to be on the lookout for a 5'2" 55y/o woman who may be in our yard. The Sheriff's Office asked if we could please check our property for her. So my Dad asked his 3 precious daughters to get the job done.
From the left: Angela (note her choice of shoes), friend Courtney (she's a vegetarian except for bacon cheeseburgers), and Joyce (always prepared with a head lamp).
We didn't find her, but we had a whole lot of fun lookin'.

Go easy on me doughnut lady

Sistra J and I went skiing today. I'll spare you the helmet pic of me on a mountain somewhere. In lieu, I've posted a pic of our very important doughnut stop this morning at the Doughnut Delite in Breck. The lady behind the counter told me that I looked like I was drooling on the counter when I placed my order for a chocolate covered cake doughnut with sprinkles. Eeeeeeasy lady.

Mad cow disease

Mt Hood mad cow disease. I'm glad that popular magazine "Midwest Events" didn't know this pic was out there. Embarrassing, seriously embarrassing. I think my mullet got the best of me that day. That mudflap/windsail earned me a spot in the bottom of the pack.

I smell victory

I smell victory. Well it looks like I'm smelling something ransid anyway. Yup, it's me foaming at the mouth again. Thank you to AT who found this pic of me on the cover of Midwest Events. It's a real popular mag somewhere I'm sure. You don't consistently get 42nd place and expect to just go unnoticed.

I'm back!!!!!

I'm back! I'm feeling better and I'm back in the game. I'm ready to document my every move so my virtual friends can have something to do at work.

Enchiladas...sorda

All of these healthy fixins went into making the enchiladas tonight. BFF loves her some enchiladas, and I wanted to put a smile on her face tonight.

Da Boyz

Skiing with da boyz.
From the left: Spencer, the American Hero Jens, Mets the great, Keane, Willis, Allen, Vinnie, and boyfriend Johnny Cakes.

"I survived!"

Marty the Sporty Doc, Jens the American Hero and me. Jens was just learning to board, Marty was his trusty teacher. She learned him some good moves. He said he survived 17 months in Iraq, but learning to snowboard was enough to kill a guy.

Wretched Run

One of my goals for the day was to ski the World Cup course at Beaver Creek. Let me just say, that Birds of Prey looked daunting from the lift. So help me God, I will never ski that wretched run. It looked so f'n steep from where I was sitting on the lift that I pretty much consider that good enough for me.

Dear Virtual Readers...

Dear Virtual Readers,
Thanks for sticking with me through my blogging drought. Much like SyRae, my birthday really handed it to me this year. I have been feeling sick ever since my
33rd birthday. And when I'm sick, I'm not funny, I'm not mad as heck, I'm not really anything. I'm sans personality.
I think I'm really going to to turn the corner tomorrow and I'll be back to myself. Oh yeah, the pic...BFF and I went to Little Ollie's in Scary Creek last night. Best Chinese Food ever.

"Homies"

I found these in the quarter machines at the Grocery store today. Kids toys have realy caught my attention lately. These weren't nearly as popular as the gold chains next to it that was sold out. This is in Littleton folks.

(mildly retarded) "helper dogs"

The Hot Tomatoes are real sneaky. They somehow managed to get 3 "helper dogs" into Craig Hospital. There was a lot of giggling and "ssssssshhhhhhhh", right before this photo was taken. Why are things always more fun when you're being naughty? What I didn't get was a picture of was the Security Guard unlocking the front doors for all of us. We just dressed the dogs up in little nurses outfits, and bam!, we're in!

Mission Accomplished

Nice work "sneaking" 3 dogs into the hospital. Mission accomplished. T was real excited to them.

What are the chances?

Seriously, what are the chances? De-lish.

Mr. Ro-bot-o

John and I went skiing today. Actually, I was tele-skiing, and it was his second day snowboarding ever! He did waaaaay better than I remember doing on my 2nd day snowboarding. He took a couple of real bad spills. In fact, a little later in the day, I thought he was busting out that "air-e-a-gato mr. ro-bot-o" dance. It turns out his neck was just sore.

Snow is being served

Look at how crowded it was today at Breckenfridge.

Have you met my right boob?

From the left, Errrrrin, Jens the American Hero, me and my right boob, and Chief Easton.
Jens just returned from 17 months in Iraq! Welcome home Jens!

Errrrrin and Tyler are hitched!

Errrrrrrrin and Tyler are hitched! And yes, this is exactly how Firefighters carry people. At least that's what I've heard.

Jim sandwich

The PUSH Christmas party was this weekend. It's a night where a bunch of Personal Trainers get together and talk about how fat they are. Rima and I are making a Gym (aka Jim) sandwich. We ate enormous amounts of delicious food, and then we all stuck our fingers down our throats.

It all went awry

It was fun while it lasted. The chocolate fountain was a huge hit at the PUSH Christmas party. Doughnuts, poundcake, pineapple and strawberries were just sitting there waiting to be dunked. Then it all went awry. The chocolate started to clump and there's no recovering from such a rookie mistake.

Hey guys, I found the Christmas tree

We searched high and low for the Christmas tree at work today. Hey guys, I think I found it. It's right here, next to my bed.

Raise a Glass!

We raised a glass to Firg last night. It was way different than the funeral. We actually laughed and told funny Firg stories! It was great to just be around a lot of her friends. She would have had fun last night too. The memories I had with her will be with me forever. While I'm gonna miss her like crazy, I'm just glad that she doesn't have to push that rock up the hill anymore.

Royce Union

Bro rode his bike to the Firg celebration last night. Good thing, cuz the FAT TIRES went down real smooth. Check out his ride. Sweeeeeet Royce Union with the milk crate on the back. He's saving the planet one pedal stroke at a time.

Some of Firg's friends

This is part of the team that was fortunate enough to have spent time with Firg.
From the left, Bro, Tyler, Errrrrin, Melanie and Tiffany. There were many others that helped her out and just couldn't make it.
Jacattack couldn't make it last night, but the flower garden she planted for Firg last year will never be forgotten.
I have the greatest friends...

G-Y-M

The boys at the gym got me a birthday cake today. They accused me of flexing my muscles while I was cutting into the frozen cake. They were right, I was.
I "slipped" and "mentioned" to Jim (the owner of the fabulous gym, I think he should change the spelling of his name to G-Y-M) that it was my birthday today. Within 30 minutes, he had a full blown party planned, with a cake with my name on it!!! Now I sorta wish that I had given him more notice, just to see the kind of party he is capable of producing.
I think this picture really shows off your calf muscles guys. Thanks for the cake.

Is this how you wear them?

Look at our birthday presents! SRW and I scored with these muffs. You can plug them into your i-pod and they keep your ears warm. That's amazing Melanie in the background. Some of you might recognize her from the TODAY SHOW last month.

What the?

BFF surprised me for my birthday by getting the A-team together for dinner. I was soooooo psyched! I wasn't in the mood to go out at all, and once I got there and saw the gang I got all emo (short for emotional).
Not shown in pic is SRW... she turned 29 yesterday!

We went to SRW's hockey game this weekend. Here's what happened in a nutshell.
SRW scored a goal.
Root went to blows with a girl from the other team.
Ho Jo was put in time out twice, I'm not sure why, but she looked good in there.

Look at the size of that bag

Look at the size of that bag. I suspect that Root put that scrappy little #8 from the other team into her bag and disposed of her later.

No more cowbell

Can you see the disappointment in his face? Bro and I headed up to Beaver Creek this weekend hoping the catch the World Cup on Saturday. We had the mother load of cowbells. They cancelled the race due to poor visibility.
Po T-RAV.

Penny Loafers

T-RAV and I decided to get in a couple of turns on our way home since the World Cup was cancelled for the day. This was supposed to be a nice Christmas photo for the family.
I wish I could have captured his circa 1980's tele equipment. He is grassroots tele boy. His skiis are old skool, and his boots look like penny loafers.