Rocky Mountain Hangover

Back from a weekend in Colorado. What a great part of the country. I've never been to the Rockies before, but now, I want to go back. I didn't get to see many of the former co-workers who live out in Colorado, but there's always next year.

This week's road trip took me to Colorado Springs with a side trip up I-25 to Denver for a Rockies game (Have I mentioned that my little travelling party likes to take in baseball games?) Having never been to Colorado before I tried to take in as much as I could, and that includes water because I didn't need the bad headache I heard you can get. At last count I think I drank about 15 little bottles of water in three days.

The rumors about living high in the mountains are true. Thin air does and exercise do mix, unless you are really out of shape like me. And you can get really lit up on a few drinks. Also why do Coloradoans wear vests, but not sleeves on their coats? And what's with the NATIVE vs. LOCAL thing?

The only low of the trip was the daily afternoon shower, which called off qualifying and the Lee Ann Rimes concert following Sunday's race. That and the plane ride home, where I found that I did have that headache you get at altitude after all, it just happened when I got home.

Call it a Rocky Mountain Hangover.

Too Busy To Post, Part 180,234,243

I know what you're thinking. "Arni is the the worst blogger ever. He doesn't even care enough about his own blog to post anything going on. "

Why have I forsaken my three loyal readers? Is it because I don't have things to talk about. Nope. I've been away from home so much this summer that there are plenty of stories to tell.

Maybe it's because I've become disallusioned with letting my friends and family know what's going on in my life. Wrong again.

So why haven't I posted? I don't know.

It's hard to believe that I went the entire month of July without really posting. I went to Kansas for the Fourth of July and the IRL races at Kansas Speedway. I got to see my cousin Joy and hung out with some friends watching Indianapolis' fireworks.

A few weeks later, it was off to Nashville. Not much happened there. Then it was off to Milwaukee. I ate lots of brats and got to visit Wrigley Field for the first time. Then we drove to Michigan, where I got sick, but still got to visit my brother and his wife.

Last weekend, I got to recover somewhat by heading to Texas to see the family. Rested, re-charged and ready for the next three in a row.