The Lunchbox is 7 today!! 
Happy Birthday dude. Maybe I should get you a gift card to Supercuts for your present.
The Lunchbox is 7 today!! 
Happy Birthday dude. Maybe I should get you a gift card to Supercuts for your present.
It is inevitable that everyone gets old. This morning I officially joined the fraternity of the aged. What you can’t see very well in this pic, is my first GRAY hair!

It is actually 3 white hairs located about 1cm above my ear. I guess I should be grateful they weren’t IN my ear.
My definition of Hell is slightly different than what is normally portrayed. This is what Hell looks like to me
Negative 1. I hate the cold! The only thing worse than negative 1 is a sales meeting/training that lasts 2 weeks straight and getting word back from my buddies that the snow was top 3 ALL-TIME. That would really suck if that ever became a reality!
FYI: Due to my lack of outdoor activity, I will remove the “hike and bike” from the title of this blog until I am actually able to hike and bike.
Saturday marked the last day of the kids ski school. Where others see lemons, I see lemonade. Check out this photo
This picture was taken at 12:30 on Saturday afternoon. I didn’t get a photo of the parking lot, but what you would have seen was my Suburban in the front row with 10 other cars. Sure it was raining buckets, sure the kids were freezing, sure the snow was worse than concrete, but lets take a look at the bright side:
1. If I would have been skiing I could have lapped the runs without having to wait in line.
2. Preferred parking equal to what a celebrity thinks they are entitled to.
3. A seat in the lush Snowbasin lodge. This never happens!
4. My 4 year-old received a “private lesson” for the cost of a group lesson. No other parent would have dared to let their child go out in that mess!
The kids are learning early that a bad day on the ski hill is better than a good day of community service (the only other option the kids had for Saturday was cleaning the church).
Hey ya’ll FYI, the road season officially begins 2 months from today (Tour Del Sol). According to Red Rock Bicycle Co. the race bible should be out this week.
While Dug, Rick and Mark were peak bagging, Iwas strapping on the snowshoes with the wife and Quincess. This was a first for me. I have only really strapped snowshoes on for practical uses (avy beacon training, feeding horses, etc…) The horse story had a nearly fatal ending and maybe someday the details will be revealed. We had a lovely walkabout with no set destination. Here is a pic from a perfect day
So I have been meaning to post this for weeks. If you recall, My wife got me a sweet and sexy lady for my birthday. Here she is:
I can wait to get NASTY with her!
Finally back from a sales meeting in Miami and I have a highlight. Never before has a meeting given me any excitement, but that has changed. Am I talking about the topless women on South Beach? Was I overcome with the beautiful weather? Was it this 4 foot iguana I saw?
Cool yes, but no this was not the highlight. The highlight of the meeting were these guys.
Your eyes are not deceiving you, these guys are swimming with crocs! I found out from one of the divers that crocs are harmless if you treat them with respect. They rarely attack a human in the water because they are comfortable in their aquatic surrounding. This act of craziness went on for 15 minutes. One of the divers even kissed a croc on the mouth. I don’t know if you are like me, but I think knuckleheads that do stupid things like this, snake charming, lion taming, or bear wrestling deserve to let nature take its course once in a while.
When the performance was over I went back to my seat to resume my dinner. Within 15 minutes sirens were heard and an ambulance rolls up. It seems that crocs WILL attack a diver and they ARE dangerous. I found out that shortly after the performance was over a diver got bit on the leg by a croc and was losing a massive amount of blood. I guess the beast didn’t want to go back into his cage. How can next years meeting top that?
For the past 24 hours I have been trapped in a torture chamber. Why is it that every sales meeting has to be in the most scenic, fun, or exotic location? Why do the meeting planners insist on giving you a view, but never allowing any time to visit the sights, or even leave the hotel? Why do the powerpoint presentations get longer after lunch? Why do sales people act like complete idiots when they are away from their families? Why does the same guy have to voice his opinion of EVERY topic? Why do I see people practicing their golf swings during coffee breaks? Why does every sales meeting have a motivational speaker, who is in no way, shape or form motivating? Why does the song “everybody dance now” by C and C music factory have to be played to get the sales force fired up, and why to the event planners think sales people like that song? Why is hotel buffet food always nasty? Why is it that while you are away at these meetings everyone back at home is a having a great time? How can talking about vaginas be boring? The worst of all, this is only DAY 1!!!!!! Here is a shot of my view from the conference room.
Notice the cruise ships in the background.