so, a month later...

hmmm, I finally had a few minutes tonight. Randy is home and reading to Boston before bed, and I don't want to clean, so here I sit at the imac.
I bet you're surprised to see a new post. I almost gave up on bloggin all together, but my super-crazy life is finally coming to a semi-crazy schedule, so things like blogging and cleaning are back on the list. Of course, bloggin takes very little effort, so it jumped to the top of my list.
Boy, lots to report...
On the top of the list: we are getting ready for a new addition to the family. It would be silly to say that we are anything less that totally excited. I'll keep you posted and let you know when the new little guy arrives. He should be here within a month. We are adopting and to protect her privacy, I wont be posting any more about the adoption itself but we will let everyone know when he gets here.
Yesterday, we took Boston to ride the tram. Once a year, one of the local ski resorts lets you ride up for free and yesterday was the big day. There was a blizzard at the top. I've actually never been in a blizzard at the top of a mountain. It's not fun. Pictures seem needless and so does everything else aside from "find shelter". We all RAN from the tram to the warming tent and then RAN back when the tram conductor said there were shutting down the tram for the day and he had to get us all off the mountain asap. The search and rescue dogs were even taken down. These photos were inside the tram, before we got to the top as well as in the warming tent. A photo in the middle of the storm would have been crazy, it would have ruined my camera.
The best part was when we had started the trek down and the tram conductor told us all to get to one side of the tram so he could see the towers as he needed to try and get the tram to stop swaying as we passed each of them.
So, being afraid of heights (yupe, I'd never be a good contestant for Fear Factor, this coupled with the fact that me in a bikini would make the other contestants barf instantly), I was clutching on to one of the poles with both hands and had a a death grip that was unmatched.
The tram conductor dude came up to me and was nice enough to point out that if we fall, the pole is not going to help me. So that sucks, that with the realization that the search and rescue dogs are actually WITH us. I thank him profusely for the words of encouragement and continue with my false sense of security.
We, of course, made it down and a short time later found ourselves at the local Halloween festival complete with witches, caramel apples and cold rain. Boston had fun (so did I!) and well, that's worth it all right there.