Well, There's Always Hope...: "So a knowledge manager, a lieutenant, and business insurance specialist walk into a bar...."

Leah is my roommate. She is demure, generous, and caring. When meeting her one is instantly charmed by her beauty as well as her kind and subtle grin. There is a sincerity to Leah that encourages one to like her instantly. She comes across meek and gentle and mild. All these things are true of her, and yet Leah can most likely kick your butt. That's you - all six of you who read this blog. Let it be known that, to civilians, Leah is a closet bad ass. To the 65 men who call her "Lieutenant" or "Ma'am" on a daily basis, I imagine her bad ass qualities are not so coyly hidden. I would like to point out that Leah graduated number 2 in her flight class in Pensacola. She is a helicopter pilot in the Navy.

My very tough roommate was a finisher in the Lake Luke Triathlon just over a week ago. (Where we met Bill. See below.) I always LOVE an excuse to cheer for things and celebrate people. This Triathlon provided just such an excuse. I was surprised to find that we were the only fans at the race with a poster and pom poms. What is wrong with those loved ones? Not nearly enough spirit.

The Lake Lure Triathlon also provided the perfect opportunity for Hatcher and Spooner to be silly and reunite. "We haven't seen each other since Paris," was an oft' heard statement. See below for a photo essay as well as quotes from 'Trip Minutes' to document Lake Lure as well as our Tour of Ashevegas and Spooner's very exciting life contained therein. Bill! Sailing!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

5:54am Leah comments on her new butterfly saddle, "I hope this thing doesn't kill me."

So this guy is THE guy in the entire United States with the IRONMAN license plate. Of course he drives a red corvette.

6:47am Confusion over where Tri begins. Spooner checks GPS. Amber says, "OK, what information do we have?" Spoken like a true Knowledge Manager.

8:13am
E: "There's always time for pom poms."
S: "I'm writing that on your tombstone."

S: "I generally try to be in the funnest group anywhere. Like at weddings I always try to be at the fun table."
A: "That's like whenever I'm with Erin. I feel like I'm at the fun table."
E: (Gasps with delight) "Aww," (hand over heart) "thank you, Amber."

9:09am, Erin: "I'm using these sticks to trick the gnats."
(Duh, everyone knows the folklore of the gnats and the 'highest point')

11:09am
Bill: "You never know where life's gonna take you."
Erin: "Right, like one day you could be tending bar and the next day you've sold all your stuff, parked your miata, and you're off to New Foundland."
Bill: "Yeah"
Amber: "Always take a juicer."

11:49am "Pull up to the little foody-food-spot i.e. Gas station."

12:12pm " 'Look at the teets on that' comment on the big-teeted mutdog on the back of the truck that just pulled up"

For Mike Koch. We love that guy!

8:56pm: "Previously unfound pile of guacamole (20:56, for Leah). Amber, document her hand-model abilities"
8:57pm: "Rigel - all sorts of water skills"

9:29pm: "Overhear Rigel list all things restr (called SALSA'S) is now out of: rice, beans, plantains, almost all salsas, tamales, churizo. Group notes many of these items seem very *key to Salsa-mex-type Restr)"