Savannah

I had the incredible pleasure of meeting DJ's fiance this last weekend.  Daniel called me early Thursday morning and asked if we wanted company.  Are you kidding?  I haven't seen him since October!  I enthusiastically said, "Yes!"

They hit the road from Roosevelt, Utah, later that morning.  Had a bit of car trouble around Vail.  Stayed in Denver that night and arrived Friday afternoon.  I didn't know who I wanted to hug first -- my first-born or his lovely girl.

Introductions were made and before you knew it, I felt as though I'd known her for years.  She is very sweet and kind.  She adores DJ.  And I saw expressions on his face that I've never seen before.  What a joy to see your child in love!  They are so happy together.

The wedding is scheduled for September 19, 2013. It's going to be in Utah, as her circle of friends and family is so much bigger than ours.


We had a great time over the weekend.  Cooking; eating; hiking; playing cards and just hanging out.

They left yesterday morning -- stopping in Pueblo to buy rings.

I jokingly mentioned to DJ that I should become an ordained minister so that I could marry them.  After thinking about it, maybe that wasn't a bad idea.  But after thinking about it more, I decided that if I'm in the audience, I can keep my tears hidden a little more than if I'm officiating.  So it's probably best that someone else do it.

The future looks bright for this young couple.  I couldn't be happier for them.

New Year's Eve

So tonight is the 32nd anniversary of our first date.  For those who may not know the story, here it goes.

When I was 25 I worked the drive-up window at Lloyd's Bank in Camarillo.  Les was one of my customers.    I had been working there about a month when he pulled up in his white '54 Ford Panel truck.  He had this gorgeous doberman riding shotgun.  I always had dog treats at my window so I handed him a treat along with the receipt for his deposit.  I saw him hand the dog (Louie) the biscuit.  You know how dogs do this thing with their eyebrows?  Well, Louie did just that.  First one eyebrow went up, then when that one went down the other went up.  Then he stuck his head out of the window and literally spit out the biscuit.  Huh!

Les had a goofy, embarrassed grin on his face when he got out of his truck, went around and picked up the discarded treat.

A few days later, on New Year's Eve, he came into the bank.  I went over to talk to him and he invited me to the pub 2 doors down, meet him there.  I said OK.

When I got to the pub, I saw not only him, but some of his friends -- and his GIRLFRIEND!  He looked up and saw me and talk about deer in the headlights.  Later he said that he didn't think I'd come.  Ya, right.  I could see right away that he was "with" someone.  I had gone with my friend, Janice.  So we casually said hi on our way by and went to the other side of the room.

Even though this was really an awkward situation, we kept making googly eyes at each other across the crowded bar.  Later, as Janice and I were leaving, he followed me out.  We planned to meet up later that night at Janice and Kevin's house.  And he actually showed up.  ALONE!  We played pool with several of my friends and had a good time ringing in the New Year.

The rest is history.  I just adore this man.

Glasses

So yesterday, my wonderful husband took out a yogurt cup before our morning walk.  As he ate it, he noticed that it didn't taste like his favorite flavor... vanilla.  It was lemon.  It was one of the store brands that didn't have the vanilla bean or the yellow lemon on the label, so he just grabbed what was in the vanilla vicinity and went on his way.

I told him that would teach him a lesson because he's too stubborn to wear his glasses.

Today, he came into my office with 1/2 of a bagel.  He said that it tasted horrible and would I like the remaining half.  Well... I guess it was nice of him to offer -- even though it was "horrible."  I looked at it and noticed that the cream cheese on it looked whiter than it should.  I took a tiny piece of "cream cheese," hoping that wasn't bad since I had just eaten a bagel an hour earlier.  When I tasted it, he was right... it was horrible.  Greasy, glassy and no taste at all.  Something wasn't right here.

I asked Les to show me what he used for cream cheese.  Right in the front of the top shelf was the cream cheese in a Tillamook container clearly labeled cream cheese.  Next to it was an oblong, clear plastic case of Crisco!  Sure enough, he spread Crisco on his bagel.

Serves him right for being too stubborn to wear his reading glasses.  My hubby...  Gotta love him!

DJ's Excellent Adventure

New Work Truck

Early Halloween morning, DJ checked out of Fort Carson for the last time and left for Utah.  While he's technically in the Reserves until May 2014, he's pretty much done with the Army.

He drove to Roosevelt Utah that day.  Checked himself into a motel and went exploring.  Two days later, he had found himself a nice little house to rent.  It's 3 bedrooms, living room, big dining room and a family room.  Pretty cool for a single guy living by himself.

Then, the exciting thing -- SHOPPING!  DJ just loves to shop.  I guess he gets that from dear old Mom.  Although I do a lot of looking, I just don't buy much.  DJ also likes to buy.  But with prodding and prompting from me, he didn't go too crazy and wound up buying a few used things, too.  He and Savannah went into Salt Lake City to Ikea to buy a few things to deck out his new house.

Front of the House

He started work yesterday.  MORE SHOPPING!  They gave him a brand new Dodge 2500 Ram with 30 miles on the odometer as his work truck.  They took him to the store to buy him a few thousand dollars worth of tools.  They're getting him some winter work boots, too.  I understand that the winters in that part of Utah are really harsh, so he's getting prepared.  California kid and all.

He's really excited to get on with this next part of his life.  He met up with a guy who got out of Fort Carson a few months ago and is also now working for Berry Petroleum.  So they have much in common.  This guy lives 2 doors down from him.

I know he will be really good for Berry Petroleum.  They are thrilled to have him.   Les and I are so happy for him.  And we're just so proud of him.

His personal diesel Ram just barely fits in the garage.

From the back yard

Kitchen

Basement

Front Room

Kitchen with his stuff

October

First snowfall 2012

Les has been gone to California on business for about 2 weeks now.  Andy left for California on the 19th and is returning tomorrow.  I will be driving up to Colorado Springs tomorrow to get him at the airport.  And DJ is leaving for Utah on Wednesday.

People are traveling and moving all around me.  Me?  I've been sitting in my chair all weekend due to a sprained back.

I rented out our apartment again.  The mild-mannered-man-shorter-than-me moved out after only 3 months.  He lost his job and moved to Missouri.  He was a good tenant.  The rent was always on the 1st and he was so quiet we never knew he was there.  Now I rented it to a young mother and her 6 year old son.  She's a CPA so I'm expecting her to be right up front with her rent, too.  I told her that all I care about is that the rent is on time and that she is a good neighbor.  I think she will be.  She has a little dog whom I hope Mindy and Lucy don't eat.

It snowed the other night.  I came outside to find brilliant blue skies and a couple of inches of snow on the ground.  That's Trinidad for you.

North Lake

I've been voted onto the Board of Directors for the local animal shelter.  They want me to be the Treasurer once the term is up for the current Treasurer.  I don't mind.  I hate going out at night but it's only once a month.  Then last week we had a booth at the local "Taste of Trinidad" festival.  The booth was a fundraiser for the shelter.  I helped out in the morning, then cleaned the house in the afternoon.  We raised a whopping $118.  Whhoooo hooo!  Small town... what can I say?

Wolf Creek Pass

I'm so happy that winter is coming.  The summer heat was horrible.  We received no rain... even though the late summer is our wettest time of the year.  Nothing.  The trees are dying.  Today I saw a small buck in town.  He was so skinny it was pathetic.  I hope he makes it through the winter.

Our hotel in Durango

Les and I took an overnight trip a few weeks ago and drove to Durango.  We took the Cucharas Pass that was absolutely stunning with the golden aspens.  We spent the night in an historic hotel in downtown Durango.  Didn't have a very good night's sleep, but the hotel was charming.  Then we drove home via the Wolf Creek Pass... also stunning.  Oddly enough, on the crest of the pass we stopped at an overlook.  The view was spectacular.  And I saw some chipmunks running around so I went into the car to grab an apple and when I turned around -- WOW -- I ran into Tozi Rubin from Newbury Park.  She and her hubby moved to Colorado, but I sure didn't expect to see them there.  Small world.  It was fun catching up.

Garage Sale-ing

After the fun we had at the auction in Raton, (and the parts bin debacle) we decided to go garage sailing on Saturday mornings.  (Now, is it Garage Sale-ing?  Or Garage Sailing?)  Les has been lamenting the loss of his parts bin for the past 2 months.  (See my 7/29/12 blog. )  I told him that the only place he'd find another one was at a garage sale.  So off we went!

I have been trying to get Les to go to garage sales with me for years.  Ever since my friend, Fred, found an antique cloisonne smoking tray for a few dollars at a garage sale, I've been wanting to find treasures at them. But I would always have to go by myself, and where's the fun in that?

Finally, Les decided to go with me and we've gone every Saturday ever since.

We've discovered that the sales in town are generally clothes, kids' things, kitchen items, knick-knacks, etc.  But if you go even just a little bit out of town, we've found some real treasures.

This is similar to what our new bed looks like.

Two weeks ago, I found a king size head & foot board bed frame for a cedar post bed.  It had been hand made by the Mennonites on the other side of the Rockies.  It was a nice, comfortable king size and it was only $100.  When I asked the owner how much it was and she said $100, another woman standing next to me said, "$100??"  I told her I'd take it because these beds can go for over $1500.  What a find!  It's beautiful.  It will need a little cleaning and some wood oil, but will be absolutely gorgeous in our new home.  Of course, we will outfit it with a new mattress and box spring.  I'd never even consider buying a mattress at a garage sale... yuck!

Then, last Saturday, we went out to a little town called Cokedale.  It's about 7 miles west of Trinidad and was home to the miners working in the coal mines in the early 1900's.  Now, it's an eclectic little community with a town hall and a post office and a church.

But we arrived first at a garage sale held by an older couple.  He was obviously a woodworker and just seemed like he was ready to hang up his tools and move to Florida someplace.  She was a crafter, but was selling all of her craft materials because her eyesight had diminished to the point where she could no longer see to create the things she loved.  They were a really kind, old couple and we took to them immediately.

I saw an aluminum step stool and made a nice deal on it.  It's wider and higher than usual so when we start working on our house, it will come in handy.  While I went back to the car to get my money, Les went into his parts bin story, which we have a lot of fun telling.  But when I got back into the garage, Les was looking at an old, green parts bin.  It didn't have a sale sticker on it, but when we asked, we were given a price of $15.  What a steal!

Look at the grin on his face.

 So, Les is finally the proud owner of a parts bin.  Yesterday he sanded it and re-painted it and it now sits safely on a shelf in his shop.  No chance of a forklift driving over the top of this one!

DJ

Daniel is getting out of the Army this year.  He re-enlisted once, and now he's ready to move onto the next phase of his life.  I'm glad, too.  2 of his friends were killed in Afghanistan within the past week.  They were in his unit.  He would have been there with them except for the fact that he had already decided to leave the Army and was given the choice to deploy.  He wisely opted to stay on US soil.

He applied for a job with an oil company.  He interviewed yesterday in Denver and called me this morning to let me know that he got the job!  I'm so excited for him.

He sent me a copy of the offer letter.  Holy smoke!  What a compensation package this kid will have!  He'll have a company truck.  The company will give him $4000 in order to move to Utah.  They will give him a free paycheck in advance and will pay all of his travel expenses.  Then, he'll be paid huge money as a base salary plus over-time.  The kid will be almost making more than I do!  They will match up to 8% of his salary for his 401k.  You just can't beat this deal.

The downside... he has to move to Roosevelt, Utah.  Or nearby Vernal Utah.  He won't know a soul, and will be 500 miles from home.

But he'll be working on his own maintaining the pumps and equipment on the pipeline.  They'll give him all of the schooling he needs for this.  They really want him to join their team, and he's excited to do so.  He's thrilled about the money.  I just hope he's happy.  That's all I've ever cared about.