The Ocean She Calls!

Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, the gods smile on us. Not just the weather gods, or just the cycling gods. not even just the mountain gods. I mean ALL the gods, little to small, smile down on you. We have just experienced this, and are very happy.

We let the most important people know already, my mom, the Mathmajor and the Manchild, and our closest friends in real life and the blog world. Now its time to let the rest of the world know. there has been a big change in Mountainstrohville… Continue reading “The Ocean She Calls!”

Friends in Low Places

I am not a big country and western fan, but there are a few I will bust into ‘harmony’ (or lack there of) with when they come on the radio, or Pandora or someone’s play list.  One it Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places.

Well I’ve got friends in low places, where the whiskey burns and the beer chases the blues away, and I’ll be okay….

Now I’ve got three friends who date back from the WSU days.  I’ve done many a post that involved Jim, Dave and Scott.

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We have helped each other time and again.  And even though we may see each other in person less than once a year (even less for Jim who is on the East Coast) our friendship never suffers.  Yesterday, it was my turn to call for help Continue reading “Friends in Low Places”

Two Trips my Ass!

You never know what old skills will be needed on any given day.  Over the years I have picked up a variety of talents.  I can still keep up with the fastest checker at Safeway when they don’t have a bagger handy.  I learned long ago how to jump-start a car and to pop a clutch.  And I can still add, subtract, multiply and divide fractions.  All to name a few.  I can even stand on my head and drink beer without drowning.  (Thanks Jim and Dave!)

Today though, none of these were called for.  Instead I was asked to demonstrate my moving skills. Continue reading “Two Trips my Ass!”