Tornados?!?!!

So we have had tornados here in Northern Colorado today. Thankfully things here in Loveland are pretty calm and safe. One tornado touched down just south of the highway I commute on east to Greeley. It twisted one of those farm irrigation systems on wheels like a pipe cleaner. It moved north from there toward a town called Windsor.

Here is a link to a story in the Denver Post

Sarah

The Wall Street Journal is freaking me out

So for the past two weeks I’ve been receiving The Wall Street Journal. Nothing too weird about that, after all I am an almost thirty middle class white guy (isn’t that the stereotype of a Wall Street Journal reader). It’s not even that weird that I didn’t sign up to receive it, accidents happen. The weird thing is that I’ve been receiving it at the back door of my classroom. My classroom’s back door is nowhere near a road, and it’s on the opposite side of the building from the front. It is just one door of many on the back of a building. Why do I warrant The Wall Street Journal? Is someone trying to tell me something? Is some right wing group trying to sway any crazy left over California ideals I may have? Is there a FOX News watching, Rush Limbaugh listing, Ron Paul loving, conspiracy to gentrify educators new to Colorado? Or is some poor confused newspaper delivery driver using my door for target practice? I don’t know, but I think I’ll report it to the Colorado Democratic Party just incase.

Phil

Go modern medicine!

Antibiotics good. Germs bad. 

Sarah

Der’s a co’d in my dose.

The school year is almost over for me. I made it through AP exams, end-of-the-year art shows galore and have started finals. And, as is not that out of the ordinary, I have caught a cold. Dumb, germ-y kids. 

However, this is my third slight illness of the year. And each time so far, after some rest, I got better. I cured myself! I know, I know. It sounds normal, I got over it, right? Well, for my whole life until now this is not happen. Instead, I would get sick and stay sick for a few weeks and go to the doctor and get some antibiotics and those would kick the crud about another week later. But in the land of Colorado, I can get sick and then my body cures itself with this handy dandy immune system I apparently now have. Sweet. 

Sarah

PS More writing next week when I am cured. 

I love porch.

So Phil and I have this backyard porch that came with the house we bought in September and moved into in October. At first we thought, “Wow, that porch’ll be nice.” Friends and relations, it is not just nice. Our porch is totally sweet! I am currently writing to you from said porch after eating some fine cheese, drinking some delicious wine (7 Deadly Zins Old Vine Red Zinfindel), with husband and my dog. As of today, Phil and I actually have something to sit on too. We got some low-design and high comfort plastic adirondack chairs from Target. I highly recommend them. They really have facilitated my porch-sitting today and I look forward to continued porch-sitting in the near future. In just a short two weeks, it will be summer. 

Sarah

We Rocked

Not too long after we moved to Colorado we met a great couple named Mike and Virginia at church. They recently moved from Alabama and are avid rock climbers. Does it get much cooler or more hard core than that, I think not. Sarah and I are by no means hard core in the least. But when the weather warmed up we got our chance. Mike and Virginia took us and a group from church rock climbing. Mike said that it was an easy climb, but too me it was still shear rocks going straight up for about at least three or four hundred feet. in actuality Mike said it was about fifty, my sense of distance might have been off while I was trying with an absurd amount of energy to look like I wasn’t scared. I learned a few things that day, first was that I could actually get to the top of a cliff (the view was amazing), second was that we have pretty amazing friends, and third was that my asthmatic wife is a far superior rock climber than I am. She was amazing, she looked like she was running up the rock. My wife is a Hoss

Phil

Sorry about the pictures, we used a cellphone

Phil at the top of the world

Sarah mid run

behind the iron curtain

For those of you who don’t know him, this is our dog Meatball. He is the manliest chihuahua on the block. When we first drove into town here, Phil convinced some unknowing Lovelanders that he was an East German Shepard. “They breed ‘em small behind the Iron Curtain,” Phil assured the family. 

After his first encounter with snow this winter, Meatball is frolicking around his newly fenced in backyard. He is eagerly awaiting the day he can take a bite out of a squirrel and is chasing birds left and right since they’ve returned with the spring. 

Sarah

Hello World!

We are recent transplants from Southern California to lovely Loveland, CO. We haven’t totally left our SoCal roots though: case in point, we have caved to the pressure of blogging and this it, baby. Thanks Bret, Amanda and Liana! Springtime is here, so we are inundated with manic weather patterns and the return of many outdoor excursions. More posts to come on life in NoCO (Northern Colorado).

 Sarah