Oh, good. My identity has been compromised. Again. A couple of weeks ago, I got notification from OU that someone had hacked the networks at the alumni association and Hudson Health Center, and had gained access to names and social security numbers for a bunch o’ Bobcats — specifically, about 200,000 former and current students.… Read More i.d., please.
OK. I wasn’t kidding about The Wife’s knee problem. Or any of the other shit I mentioned. Anyway, if I have the Flickr stuff figured out correctly, you should be able to click on the photo and be magically transformed to a small set of pictures from our trip. And yes, the selection isn’t as… Read More evidence.
Here it is, y’all: A blow-by-blow of our week at Snowmass. Thanks for waiting. Monday:A tune-up day for everyone. The Wife had a great time skiing around the Funnel and Fanny Hill areas, and even tackled a gentle blue run in the Two Creeks area. She was very pleased, and rightfully so. The rest of… Read More the week that was.
The trip has been fabulous so far, with one small exception: The Wife blew a knee this morning, so the skiing part of her vacation is done. We’re still having fun … but …
OK. The Grounghog thing is done. We delayed the trip to Columbus for a week because we were exhausted. So what did we do this weekend? Went skiing. Twice. Well, I went twice, on Friday to Seven Springs, and on Saturday to Hidden Valley with The Wife, who’s still trying to figure out why ski… Read More boots.
The dawn at Punxsutawney was bright and clear, so Phil saw his shadow and predicted six more weeks of winter. That part made me happy. Unfortunately, Phil didn’t offer any guidance as to when that six weeks would start. I learned something even more illuminating while watching the broadcast this morning. Predictably, a Terrible Towel… Read More ’cause phil said.
Uncle Crappy 