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Snow Dayz

This year we are trying to make the most of our snow time. Recently we had some weekend guests in the form of the four Daniels boys. This gave the boys the opportunity to do some sledding, shredding and snowboarding, along with some gaming, air soft wars, magnet projects and much more. It was an all dudes weekend. The highlight came we went to the sand pit to try out the boards for some sweet tricks. When I say we, I mean I went and took some video with my iphone. I did not for one second think about getting on the snow board. At this age I prefer to keep my legs and skull intact and unbroken. As it was, I did fall in the snow and get my hands and my phone wet, man was it cold! ( yeh I am getting soft) I shuddered when I saw that Jace was snowboarding with his tennis shoes on, and at the end of the day his feet paid for it, but for him it was worth it. I could tell because he managed to get a couple runs in before church the next morning, in this same shoes with the same swollen feet.

Although I did fall down and get a little snow on my hands and on my phone, I too braved on and pushed forward. I steadied myself and brushed the two flakes of snow off of my hand and continued to video, knowing that I had the potential to catch something special, ala Warren Miller. So try not to think about the suffering I endured to catch the perfect shot. Try not to worry about the extreme extent I went to get the right setting in the right light, and absolutely ignore the fact that I was sitting in the warm truck for the closing shots. Instead, just enjoy the art while I go soak my hands in luke warm water and pray for the feeling to return.

 

 


soaking wet dead rabbits

What in the world is a soaking wet dead rabbit, you ponder. Well it is a bit of long story, hence the blog. You see we weren’t doing much on Labor Day, so we decided to make a few calls and see if anyone wanted to do a little bbqing. We ended up having a few people show up for some impromptu unplanned bbq action. Surprise, one of those groups was the Daniels clan. Prior to all this, we had been enjoying selling stuff on Craigslist, lots of stuff; It is quite addicting. One of the things we had for sale was a drum set, which I had put outside the garage waiting for the intended buyers. Just Prior to this, Ben had gotten an electric guitar for his birthday, with an amp. And if you have ever come over for a late night Karaoke session, you know we always have microphone on hand. Now, the stage is set, literally.

So as the adults sat inside chatting and eating, we started hearing some “music” coming from outside. I snuck out to investigate and what I saw was a garage band, or more literally an outside the garage band. Jace had taken lead on the guitar, Ben had started drumming (which I did not know he could do or I would not have sold the drums) Kayden had grabbed some maracas and Jo/ Livy was playing the keyboard, all outside the garage. And the shocker of it all, it actually sounded pretty decent, at least as good as some of the videos I have seen on YouTube. The best part, it was an impromptu jam, which has never happened at our house, unless you include Tracy and I screaming Air Supply songs at the top of our lungs, which if done in the right room are quite touching. It actually made me feel like we were the “cool house” even more than usual.

I know, I know what does this have to do with soaking wet dead rabbits!? Well, you see during all this Livy and Livy were up to something, sneaking around the house. We could tell the two animal lovers were trying to accomplish some wilderness adventure, and soon we found out what it was. They had found a dead rabbit near the neighbor’s house and decided to carry it around and show people. It was quite a lovely endeavor for two pretty young ladies, and pretty much right up their alley. Immediately we yelled at them to throw that thing away, the same way we did with the dead birds, dead mice, dead hamsters and dead critter they had found over the years.

Then, at some point Angie was commenting about the day and mentioned those darn girls and that “soaking wet dead rabbit”. Instantly it struck me, that is the name of the band. They sound, look, and were born on the day of the “soaking wet dead rabbit”. So stay tuned to your YouTube, iTunes and Zune because very soon I predict the first single will be released of the Soaking Wet Dead Rabbits, followed by a live concert at our place. You’ll just have to dodge a few dead animals along the way.  And if it goes well, I predict an Air Supply cover band will soon follow, with yours truly as the lead.

Until then, please for you to enjoy, the first two songs combined into one, from the Soaking Wet Dead Rabbits ( with special guest Jrew Dee on vocals)


Merry surfing to me

I am a legendary body surfer and well known boogie boarder, at least in my family. However, I cannot say that it has always been my dream to be a surfer. This past Christmas, knowing we would be in Costa Rica together, Jason bought me surf lessons. In his words, so he would not look foolish alone.

Glenn trying to hang ten

two grown men fighting for the same wave

Now I have watched hundreds upon hundreds of people surf, big waves, small waves, big boards, small boards, and for the most part it looks pretty easy. Catch a wave, jump up, balance and ride to the shore. Sure I knew it would likely take 2 or 3 times before I got the knack of it, but I am old and that is expected.

Jason getting ready to make some magic

just like the pros

ending his ride in style

It was a gusty day on Tamarindo beach, blowing along the shore line perpendicular to the surf. The sun was hot, the spray was pelting and the flying sand stung those stuck on shore. Tracy stood by on the beach guarding our things and armed with a multitude of cameras. There were several schools of surf, all identified by their color of surfing shirt and their very close proximity to the shore, like me, Jason, Jrew and Jace, in our awesome surfer blue shirts. Further out, in the big surf breaking out 100 feet past us were the pros, with their wooden short boards, wild hairdos, dark skin, long shorts, taking turns catching the big waves. I knew soon, very soon we would be out there with them.

Jason getting ready to make it happen

Jrew showing us all how it is done

Jrew showing all of us how it is done

After our repetitive on shore session learning how to jump up onto the board, we were ready to hit the waves. Our teacher, Cairo, a thin tall dark Tico lead us out into the beginner surf and was soon holding our boards and shoving us one by one into the onslaught of waves. Now some of us were much quicker to grasp the concept of balance and foot position, unfortunately I was not one of them. Eventually though, I was able to stand up, and I think I actually surfed. Most of the time, by the time I was standing the ride was already over, but it still looked good in a quick photo.

ready to catch the big kahuana

almost there

Jace really seemed to get the hang of it, riding several waves all the way into the shore. Jrew also caught some great waves, and he even did a couple tricks, unintentionally, but they still looked cool. Jason caught a couple nice ones, but he injured his hip early on ( during the on shore session) and was suffering throughout the class. Yet he pressed on, and kept his word accompanying me in looking foolish. Me, well I can’t say that I became “one with the waves” but I can say that I became “one with the ocean bottom” several times. I never did make it out deep with the pros, but I was content to hang in the shallow surf with the other blue shirters, attempting to catch wave after wave. Will I ever surf again? Let’s just say I bought a brand new surf shirt today, but you won’t see me in Cook Inlet anytime soon.

two surf daddy's in one picture

emerging victorious

What we learned:

The reason you wear a surf shirt is not for warmth,or to look excessively cool,  but to prevent rashes, of which I now have many.

Not only is surfing much harder than it looks, sitting on the board is harder than it looks,  swimming on the board is harder than it looks, and getting to the surf is harder than it looks.

Balance is key, and it is not a given.

If you surf once, you will almost always surf again.

Pretty much anyone can look cool holding a surfboard on the beach.

My wife can take some awesome surf pictures.

the unicycle dude, after this he decided to run for an hour at sunset

I have conquered the surf

reflection ( not the one off my head, a deeper much more meaningful reflection)