I'm Racing!

I recently attended an event where the subject of triathlons came up. After a bit, I could feel myself getting sucked into the idea. I was hearing, "you could do it!" and "we should totally do this!" and "let's set a goal and train!"

Wowza! I'm going to compete in a triathlon! I will be training and be amazing!

So I did some research on Wiki.

A triathlon is a multi-sport event involving the completion of three continuous and sequential endurance events.^[1] While many variations of the sport exist, triathlon, in its most popular form, involves swimming, cycling, and running in immediate succession over various distances. Triathletes compete for fastest overall course completion time, including timed "transitions" between the individual swim, bike, and run components.

I can do this!

I thought about the conversation that took place. I thought about running, biking and swimming. I realized that talking about a triathlon is a tad different than the actual race. The wine wore off...

It's NoT going to happen. And here is why:

1. I really am not a runner. I plod. I'm slow. I really hate to run. My feet hurt, my legs hurt and I can't breath. That said, I do run.

2. I can swim to save my life, but not to race.

3. I'm slow.

4. I don't have a wet suit in my closet AND I really don't want one.

5. Wet suits remind me of Spanx. Enough said.

6.I'm slow.

7. I am too old and flabby to be changing out of the wet suit and into the race gear in public while holding a towel up around myself. No one needs to see me changing in a parking lot.

8. I'm slow.

9.I'm not athletic. At. All.

10. My bike is from a garage sale, I love it. And somehow I think I'd feel pressure to buy a new bike if I was all official like and in a race.

11. I'm slow.

12. And here was the real deal breaker... I was told I might want to take my basket off my bike.

Not happening.

Sunday Dinner

Last night we had Sunday dinner at my folks. Grandma made a roast beef dinner, it's Sam's favorite and she made mint Oreo ice cream dessert, it's Danny's favorite. It is fun to think back to when we had at least three high chairs around the table, someone needed a nap, and lots of spilled milk. The kids are all grown up. Up being the key word here, there is some height involved.

I had some tanks in the car and got those out. The kids always had tank races to start off the Fourth of July fireworks shoot. They write their names on their tanks so there is no arguing about whose went the farthest.

The tanks were duds last night and went 2 inches forward and then one back.

There was some modifying, wheel alignments and launching, but no go.

Oh, the injustice of it all...

I am so thankful for a fun family time and dinner at Grandpa and Grandma's house.

Biker Chick

Self portrait while biking... does that make me a biker chick or really coordinated or not very smart?

What's that smell? Money? It looked like the farmer was texting while driving, made me laugh.

Acres and acres of blueberries and raspberries growing and ripening.

The bees are gone and that makes me happy.

The frontage roads run parallel. I waved at a fellow biker in another country.

This field was fresh cut and had so many shades of green, add in the cloud shadows and wow!

This dairy looks familiar and very beautifully maintained.

The next dairy has some interesting yard art, a vintage manure spreader tucked in a flower bed.

And back home... 10+ miles, some great sights and good thinking time.

Memos

Sometimes when pictures are being taken, not everyone gets the memo.

Memo:

1. This is the silly shot.

2. This is not a silly shot.

3. This is a show'em your guns shot.

4. This is a don't show'em your guns shot.

We are having a good time with our guys, Danny and Sam are busy visiting with everyone, eating home cooked meals and driving my car.

Everyone loves Snowflake!

Today the guys leave for a weekend on Camano Island at the cabin.

Lots of guys and diet sprite, at least thats what they are telling Mom.

I kinda want to warn the neighbors.

I kinda don't want to know.

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And today... well, when I woke up it was sunny so I planned my day.

A bike ride after the guys left, some sanding and painting, grilling with Hubby tonight, and then it got dark, foggy and poured.

So maybe, I'll just pout.

4th Of July in George, Washington

On Sunday Hubby and I picked up Danny and Sam from Sea Tac and then drove over the pass to spend the Fourth of July in George, WA.

They have a great celebration and it was their 50th.

Why yes, that is a cherry pie. World's largest cherry pie.

Pupusas and horchata for lunch.

A parade, a new fire hall dedication, lots of family and vendors in the park during the day.

On Tuesday morning we got ready to leave, Max, our farm guy was leaving for a day of work in his farm truck. I felt bad leaving him.

We stopped to take a look at the Columbia River and then over the pass and home.

Danny and Sam are here but not really here. Danny and Levi went to Seattle for the day and Sam is with Blake and Jesse.

So good to see all my guys!

Kinda of Like Trading Spaces or Not

My friend Jolene has a travel trailer. I had fabric from a project that not only didn't get finished, it didn't get started. I had this fabric sitting around reminding me that that I had yet another unfinished project. Last summer we talked about doing a little trailer redecorating with my fabric.

We decided to freshen up the trailer with some slip covers. Don't even think it... we know, the curtains are next.

Have I ever reupholstered furniture, nope. Does Jolene sew? Do I sew? Did we have any idea of what we doing? Nope. Did that stop us? Nope.

The Before, brown plaid, so sad.

Shelly came to help us. Thanks goodness.

We used two flat sheets for the backs, one of the sofas had a triple fold. {Be IMPRESSed}

It took so much thinking to figure out how to get the lining where it had to be and the stripes where they had to be. Quite frankly, you have no idea. You practically had to be a genius to keep it all straight.

Last summer I found the leaves and vines and bug fabric at a garage sale. It was perfect for the dinette and coordinated nicely with the stripes.

My teeny tiny sewing machine is portable and we worked right in the trailer.

We had some good laughs, we had exactly enough fabric, like exactly enough, down to the half inch, we impressed ourselves, we know we aren't going into business, and we know we don't suffer from dementia.

I'm too blind to thread a needle, so every time the thread came out, Shelly had to rethread. And trust me, it was a lot!

The After, NiCe!

The slip covers can be removed for washing. We have some cute ideas for the curtains, maybe muslin or roller shades with dingle balls...

Happy Trails, Jo!