Happy Birthday Mr. Aeschliman

My sister in law’s dad just turned 90.

90 years filled with family, fishing, lessons and stories.

Happy Birthday Mr Aeschliman.
You taught us all many thing:  taught us to have some patience. That if you love to do something, do it every day, but then share the results with those you love. To be kind and giving. To think of your environment and your imprint upon it.

I think you converted more people to love a good fish fry than anyone I know. I know for me, I couldn’t get my children to try fish for anything, but one afternoon with you and they, like the fish you coaxed onto your line, were hooked. Caught up in the care you took and eyeing the whole process, they just had to try, and of coarse, they were not disappointed. I think that anyone who got lucky enough to be around you cooking up your fish, couldn’t help but taste in those morsels the morning dew and rising sun or evening sunset over sparkling waters of the fishing spots you frequented.

The taste of patience, the meditative sequence of casting out and reeling in – as natural to you as breathing. In those bites we could taste the putting your hook out in unseen waters and expecting something good to come if it,  and tasting the results of that.  Real affirmation of – if you expect good things, then you get good things.

I’m glad it’s been so many years of you sharing your stories and life with the rest of us. A celebration indeed.

Many more blessings to you and all of us too.

Love Sally

Flat Stanley/Josh Chronicles

Last year at Christmas, the co-worker that I job share the most with, gave us all a plastic cup with his face on one side, and the back of his head on the other side. This was one of those kid style  hot/cold cups. So thinking we may have coffee in it, he also gave little bottles of Bailey’s Irish Cream to accompany the cup.

I think half the staff may have downed the bottle and pitched the cup.

One cup and Irish Cream must have been given near one of our showroom seats and left in the cup holder. It is likely that customers then walked in to view and try out seats and so the sales person simply put the cup and liquor into the storage space of the arm to hide it from view.

This event was forgotten and a few weeks later, our customer service team got a call from a customer who was quite perplexed. His complaint was that he received his seats and there was a kids cup in the arm with some guy’s picture on it, and a small bottle of alcohol in there as well.  You see, those seats were sold off the floor and when packing, the shipping department neglected to check inside the storage arms. While embarrassing to have to address with a customer, it remains a funny story for my staff and crew.

 I decided that if he is nuts enough to give us each such an obscure gift (he is quite the joker), then I could be nuts enough to take it on vacations with me.  I decided that  I would take his likeness in that cup with me when I went on my trips and at the end of the year, give him a montage of where he had been in spirit.

The idea came from the Flat Stanley project that kids did in school. Everyone would get a cutout of a guy and color him and send him to people they knew in other places and ask the receiving party to include Flat Stanley in their activities and document with photos and then send back.  A great way for kids to learn of other places and the people in their lives.

So my Josh Cup has been to: Seattle, Tennessee, Georgia, New Mexico, Arizona, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Washington DC, Dominican Republic, and camping throughout Colorado. I’d have to say it was a good year to be a Josh Cup and well, I was blessed to be the carrier on those trips. 

Some of these trips need their own posts to tell the stories, but here is the montage.  Put your headphones on or turn up the volume as it is set to music.

I’m writing him a card and putting the link in the card.  I hope he enjoys it.  It sure gives me a smile to revisit.

Love Sally

A Real Surprise

I recently got to be part of a real surprise. I’m talking about the kind of surprises that are so good, that even when told, you don’t quite believe them.

Recently, my niece was to be married with just immediate family and a few selected friends at a resort in the Dominican Republic.  As luck would have it for me, I was able to be a last minute fill in for my nephews wife who wouldn’t be going.

Just a month prior to the wedding, both my niece and nephew were out to our house for a visit as the bachelor party just happened to be in Denver. We didn’t know then that a spot would be open for sure, but we did joke that someone from our family could fill any opening that came available. Just a few days later, I did get a call asking if Devin or I could come. I guess we are the two most likely to pull out a passport and jump in a plane.

Devin’s passport had expired, but I said we could fast track the renewal and I would pay half of his trip to get there and room share, but if he wanted to go, he would need to pony up the other half because I wasn’t willing to fund the entire trip and not get to have any of the fun. After some brief calculations, he decided it was a bit too rich for his blood and I should just go.  Lucky for me, Ian was totally fine with it being either one of us as he and I have a history of having really great stories when we get together.  So, it was decided (after consulting with bride and groom) that I would go. It was also decided that we should just keep it a secret for a few more weeks and surprise my Brother and sister in law (the parents of the bride of coarse)

As fate would have it, Dave, Heidi and Ian were on the same connecting flight out of Washington DC that I was also on to get to the Dominican. I had taken an overnight flight out of Denver and arrived in Dulles around 5 am . I made it to the United club area for some breakfast, coffee and a bit of work on the computer. Before I knew it, Ian was texting me that they had  landed and would be off their plane and headed to the next gate soon.
I decided to call my brother Dave as if I knew he would be in the airport at this general time and wish him a good trip.  He picked up his phone as expected and we chatted as he walked from their arrival gate to the departure gate of the next leg. I was standing behind the doors of the United club as they passed, so I simply exited and followed at a safe distance so that he couldn’t hear me speaking behind him as well as on his phone. Ian turned around and I waved so that he knew my location, and I kept bodies strategically blocking the view of Heidi as she too would sometimes take a full look around. I could see that they had gotten to our departure gate, so concluded my conversation with Dave and waited for Ian to come find me to plan the surprise as the gate was around a corner and he was hoping to catch it on camera.

Ian came out, but said his mom was right behind him and would see me. Well, there wasn’t any place to hide at that point, so I just backed up a little bit more to make sure we wouldn’t be in sight or earshot of Dave when she learned I was there.

I was just finishing up giving Ian my hello hug when she walked up and was surprised to have run into me at this airport at the same time they were there. It didn’t even dawn on her that I was there to go to the wedding.  She just figured I was traveling and happened to be in same spot at the same time. Even when Ian said that I was his “date” for the wedding, she laughed it off as a joke. It wasn’t until we both just stood there nodding that it was true, that it sunk in that I was indeed going.

This time she screamed a little, hugged me harder and was in true delight.

We then walked around the corner to surprise Dave. He was sitting facing the direction I was coming from, so he saw me coming, but the connection from recognition, to registration to realization was like a movie across his face. The realization brought the tears and shock that I was there to share in their trip.

I don’t know that I’ve ever surprised two people as fully as that morning. There has been some hard surprises this past year for them, so it was great to be part of a good one.

The wedding was awesome, beautiful and perfect.  The resort was beautiful, immaculately maintained and had an impeccably trained staff.

 

I’m ever so thankful to have been considered to go as a fill in, to have the passport on hand and be able to go (even if it was touch and go with work as they were none too happy), and to have had that time with family that I don’t get to see enough of and meet the friends of the bride and groom and see what a wonderful group that is.  It was a bit odd for me to have everyone there (except Dave and Heidi) call me Aunt Sally all week, but that was fun too.

I’ll get to the Ian and Aunt Sally stories on some other posts.

Love,  Sally

 

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

My favorite holiday. Gather up family and food and gratitude and spend the day together. What could be better?

Here is a non-inclusive list of what I am grateful for today.

I’m grateful for the snow that is falling, draping beautiful carpets of white across the ground.

I’m grateful that my boys will be here and maybe we can play some games.

I’m grateful for my job and the people I work with who make me smile and laugh every day.

I’m grateful that I am healthy and able to do what I enjoy in activities.


I’m grateful for Ted and his hard work and creativity and support.

I’m grateful for my friends near and far. I’m grateful for their sharing spirits, understanding hearts, willingness to listen and ability to call out my shit. – And huge ability to make me laugh as they do so.

I’m grateful for my home, my plants, my gardens, my neighbors.

I am grateful for my family of all generations and connectivity. For the love given and shown throughout my life.

I’m grateful for travel and all that I learn and see when I visit new places and meet new people.

I’m grateful for ceremony, for prayer, for the moments I feel limitless love.

I’m grateful for things, people, books and podcasts that come along and find their way to me that expands my mind and heart.

I’m grateful for those who struggle and allow me to see it so that I might not go through the same struggle.

I’m grateful that on most days, I do notice the part of any situation where gratitude can be found.

And if you are reading this. I am grateful.

With love,

Sally

Cloudy Heart Day

I woke up in the predawn hours and checked the weather app for the conditions at the farm today . Cold and cloudy was the prediction my phone had. I guess in my head I had wished for a spring sunny day with balmy temps and daffodils popping up in the yard for the day of Adam’s Funeral. Instead, the weather will give cover for those who will clutch themselves tightly as to brace from the cold, when it is the emotions of saying goodbye to Adam that they will likely be bracing against.

I use to wonder what good purpose was it to have calling hours and a funeral. (Side story, my co workers have never heard the term calling hours. So now I’m unsure if that is a regional or family term that I grew up with to signify the visitation time before a funeral)

Before I was forced to be in a receiving line at a funeral, I imagined it to be about the worst place one could be. Being on the receiving side of everyone else’s emotions on a day you never wanted to have happen in the first place.

What I learned though was that in the days between the death and the funeral, you pick through photos and stories with those closest in your circle basically having days of living memorial services with each conversation around the kitchen table , yard or impromptu gathering spot. By the time there is a line in front of you, you are ready to see a “few” people come through the line.

It didn’t take long for me to realize   what the  value is standing in that line though. I was amazed at the small but touching stories that the person shaking my hand (often with their hand shaking from emotion) would relay. Sometimes people could only manage a hug, lacking the words to match their emotions. Somehow, those hugs told even deeper stories. In those hours of standing and greeting, I got it. The method, the reason. Why it is an important part of dealing and healing from the gaping wound of losing someone so near. That in the mass of people and stories, hugs and handshakes, your vision begins to change. The broken bits get picked up and arranged into a viewer so that the slightest bit of light now shows a beautiful kaleidoscope. With every new person comes a turn of the lenses and another beautiful view of how your loved one touched their life. Sometimes, it wasn’t even directly. I was thankful for even those who came because my loved one touched the life of their loved one and they just wanted to pay respects for that.

I’m sorry I will not be at the funeral today to share in the stories and hugs.
I can envision a 21 tractor salute for Adam. The taking of his casket to to cemetery on a 1910 steel wheel wagon pulled by a two cylinder antique John Deere tractor. Not really practical, as those old tractors would make for a really slow procession, but the imagery will by my personal service paid to Adam in my mind.

Love to all today who share in the memory of Adam Henry Michael. If someone gives you an extra long hug, know that part of it was from me, for I will be with you all in spirit.

Sally

Sad days

It’s such a sad time. My dear cousin’s son has died. He was 21 and we all thought his road would be a long one with lots of pit stops and amazing highlights. Instead his truck hit a guard rail, flipped into the creek below and he was killed.

I won’t claim to have known Adam well as I haven’t been back to Ohio all that often, but each time I was back at the farm, my cousin was there and so was Adam. The last time was for my nephew Ian and Kattie’s wedding. Adam was going nonstop getting orders barked at him from all directions and never ever dropping his head wishing for the orders to stop. He just jumped up and did the task. Frankly, I was amazed for I would have railed against such constant demands when I was that age. Adam gave me the impression that he knew that by just being around the projects and duties of the farm, he was learning skills and got to share in ideas that others go away to learn. He observed his dad and my brother work side by side for years each knowing the next step of the other without words being passed. He mimicked their arguments in a way that he got the love that underlies it all.  To hear is sisters side, he learned how to then bark orders quite well himself once he was back home where he often took command.

That pic for me is was how Adam was for me, funny, goofy, in the middle of it all.

To me, Adam had a smile with eyes that sparkled when he did. Sometimes, I would catch him hanging around and he would have this grin, like he knew the joke before the rest of us even spoke.

The saying goes that we “lost” someone dear. But what I know to be true, is that in taking away his physical body, the rest of us will find where Adam remains. You see, energy cannot be destroyed, and Adam worked on so many projects, tractors, helped out in so many ways, put energy into so many things, that those who spent any time with him will likely now find him everywhere.

I know you will be missed Adam, but it is memories and the energies of what we did that get left behind, so thank you for leaving so much at the farm and pond and home for everyone to have forever.

To all the Michael and Tomlinson families, you are in my heart, prayers and tears.

love you all,

Sally

Storybook Lunch

On my lunch hour recently, I took a book I have borrowed to the creek side area near my office in hopes of reading more than two pages before I had to put it down. I have mostly listened to books in the past year as I spend enough time in my car that I can whip through those fairly quickly. Sitting down to read is much more challenging.

I found a secluded spot in the grass next to the very full creek engorged still with spring rains and runoff of winter snows from the mountains.
As I sat reading my book, a brilliant blue dragonfly landed on my left forearm. It’s wings folded back over it’s tiny body as it just sat there. I wanted to grab my phone and snatch a photo, but I knew that even the most gentle release from holding the book would cause my muscles to move and my little friend would be gone. So I just sat there and studied the small body, the large eyes, and those wings stacked next to each other. The lace-like beauty of the wings with an intricate pattern that reminded me of a geisha girl with an intricate fan that she could just flick open and show her admirers.
It showed no signs of taking off, So I decided I would try for my phone to snap a pic. I didn’t even fully let go of the book with my opposite hand before my previous instinct was proven correct and it flew away.


I went back to reading and before long, the blue beauty returned and landed on my other forearm. This time I just smiled and admired it until it again decided to move on once more.
I was reading The Lost City of Z about the expeditions into the Amazon jungle and felt thankful that I was being visited by this little creature and not the blood thirsty invasive insects that I was reading about.
I soon was thinking about my little space with the tall grasses and rushing creek and how serene non threatening it was.
As I sat the book down to just enjoy the time left in my lunch hour, I noticed a momma duck headed upstream with her crew of little ones behind her.

They was nearly directly in front of me before she seems to spot me and move slightly further away deeper into the current as they passed on by. It was much swifter even the foot or so further out that they ventured and the last little duckling was praddling furiously to keep up and I just had to imagine his little mind groaning “was this really necessary?”

As they moved past me upstream, the Momma stopped and the babies kept going a few more feet past her and settled into a submerged grassy patch that would normally have been part of the dry bank had the stream not been so full.  The Mom did not look at me, but was treading water as she was hovering half way between where I sat and her babies played in the shallows. She would look at the ducklings and then look upstream ignoring me and look again back at the babes. I grew curious as to what she was up to when I finally saw two more tiny fluffy ducklings scurrying upstream to catch up with the rest of the family.

I felt like I had just read a really cute children’s book.

 

Married to a 5 Year Old

Today was the day we were to get up early before the warmth of the day set in and add a another box to the bee hive stack in order to give them more room to expand.  We lost last year’s bees due to the bear attack to the hives and so there were not enough of the poor workers to make it over the winter.  We purchased a new bee crew this spring and they have been busier than we ever got to see last year’s bunch, so we were needing to add another layer for them to expand into.

Our plan was that the bees would be quiet and docile in the early morning chill of the mountain air.

So, I got up at near dawn, made coffee for the hubby and set out the supplies that I felt we would need: the smoker, another screen top (they were building combs in the current one and I wasn’t sure if we would need to replace it or not), the comb extractor so we could check for larvae and the queen being productive, and bee suit.

The sun was just making it across the yard to where the hive is situated, so I felt I had better awake Ted now before it started warming up too much.

Ted is not a morning person.  There are those who wake up and run out to greet the day, but Ted’s morning  is more of a wait and see approach. He has to have coffee with a sweet first while motionless at the counter, a little moving around with maybe a walk to the mailbox with the dog to make sure the blood is flowing, more coffee while looking over his computer and whatever nonsense is happening in the world, another confection or slice of bread,  trip to the bathroom, get dressed, then possibly some breakfast.

I was asking him to bypass all but the first coffee, get dressed and lets get the bee’s done.  He grumpily layed on the couch in the kitchen (I have a 26 foot kitchen, so yep there is room for a couch in there) and said it was too early and this wasn’t his routine.  I let him know he could go back to bed, but if we wanted to take advantage of the early chill, he needed to giddy up.

So he slogged down the stairs and since he has been stung though some of his work pants he has with holes in them, he swapped out for a rugged pair of Carhartt bibs.  I could hear him struggling when I journeyed down the stairs and he flung the strap over his shoulder with disgust and asked me if I could at least hook up the suspenders since he was having a hard time of it this morning.

I stood behind him and burst out in loud guffaw as he had the bibs on backwards.  “Dude, you cant reach the clip because you have them on backwards! Just take them off and turn them around!”  He didn’t care.  He wasn’t about to expend any more of his limited early morning energy and just wanted them snapped in the back if that’s what it took to keep them up.

So I buckled up his bibs and we got the bees taken care of.  It feels like it’s always a bit of a rush when we do anything with the bees so that we are not wanting to irritate them for any longer than necessary.

He was then awake and with adrenaline from being around 10,000 bees, he was ready for breakfast which we ate in peace on the deck with the early morning sun on our faces.

One would have thought that if planning on working in the yard all day in said bibs, that he would then take them off and put them on correctly, but No.  I’ve  always known that my husband does not act his age, but today I decided he was just being a five year old who isn’t concerned if he is dressed properly.  It just didn’t matter in his world.

Later when the sun came out and he got hot, he didn’t change into something lighter either. True to his inner 5 year old of the day, he just took off the shirt and left the pants on backwards.

I mean that isn’t even red neck style!  Maybe he should be in the next Carhartt commercial showing just how comfy their work clothes are.

At least there were no tantrums to go with his 5 year old phase today. And he wore them most of the day complaining only once that it sucked to have to take down the bibs to pee. No sympathy from a woman for that.

Still shaking my head here.

Love Sally

 

 

Not laughing so hard today

Monday, I ran a few errands during my lunch hour. One of them was to purchase some adult beverages for upcoming events, cornhole tournament and camping. Having some canned and bottled products in the cargo section of my car and not wanting them to explode in a hot car, I kept my windows cracked roughly 2.5 inches all around.

I went into my office building and had just heated up my lunch and sat down when one of my coworkers said that she could see my car alarm was going off and there had just been a white Jeep next to it so I had better go check that they had not hit my car or something.
I went out and as I walked up to my car, I tried the back door to make sure all was still locked. The back door was locked, but when I got to the driver’s door, it opened and the alarm sounded off again. I hit the button to make it stop and realized that the bag I had purchased a few cards and items on one of my errands was in the driver’s seat and not the passenger seat where I had left it. I then realized that my purse that had also been left in the passenger seat was missing as was one of my gloves and my Itouch that I carry around to store and listen to my audiobooks.

Incredulous, I returned into the building and let everyone  know that my purse had just been stolen. The crazy thing is that we are a corner office with twenty foot windows on each side. The guys on either side of me that also share spots directly at the windows facing south quickly said what model the Jeep was, that the bumper was missing and one had a basic description of the driver as they had driven past after taking off. I called 911 and provided the 911 operator with the information, direction headed and basic description we had. They said officers were responding to another call, but they would come by for a statement soon.

I logged into the company for the credit card that is used most in my wallet. They had a chat feature, so I let the chat person know my CC had been just stolen and to put a hold on my account.  I either got a robot for the chat person or someone who wasn’t thinking, as they asked for my full account number.  Well, I might have that if I HAD MY CREDIT CARD! I was also calling another company while on the first chat and this rep was far superior and cancelled the two cards I have with them since I wasn’t sure if both were in the wallet or not.

The police showed up and took statements from everyone in the office who had seen anything, asked me what was in my purse and wallet.  Was my wallet cloth, leather or pleather he asked. “It’s brown”, I say. Seriously, at the time, I suddenly can’t even tell you what the wallet is made of.  Oh, the contents of the purse? I can tell you the wallet was at the top, but beyond that layer, it’s a guessing game.  I do remember that I had thankfully taken both checking books out and left those at home recently to make sure bills were getting recorded.  The contents of the wallet? Again, I can tell you the top three credit cards that are in the front, but are others stuck in the further slots, the secondary slots, the cash compartment? He creates a case for the report and said it is currently going into the trespassing category, but hands me the identity theft flyer in case it escalates to that.

Image result for stuffed wallet

 

I remember the Discover that I don’t use, but keep to give the kids when they need a card for something I want them to get for me. I call to cancel and they ask if I had eaten at a fast food today. I have not, but I ask if it is on the hubby’s card.  Well yes, there is lunch on his card, but there is also a charge at the Chick Fil A on my card.  I let them know I did not go there and they stop the card and credit the fraud charge and like everyone else, will close out and send a new set of cards.

I decide at this time that I should let the husband know what has happened and that he now has no credit cards to use either as we are both on all accounts and they don’t just close half of the account.

I start asking my closest coworker what is in his wallet in hoped that it sparks some memories of what might be in mine that is now getting rifled through. He reminds me of the store cards such as Kohls, Home Depot, Victoria Secrets, etc..  More calls to make.  I let him know I don’t have to worry about the Victoria Secrets one as it has been maxed and nothing nothing else could be charged on it.  We both know better.

I remember that the boys and my credit union account numbers are on a card in there and phone them for what to do.  They said with a police report, they will renumber our accounts for free.  I spent my lunch and then some getting that done yesterday.

I called the credit reporting agency of TransUnion and put a fraud alert on all of our accounts and signed up to be able to lock the credit reporting to anyone unless I remove it.

I went to Chick Fil A after work and they pulled up the receipt (he actually tried using two cards) and let me know he went through the drive thru and that is where the cameras are, so there may be footage, but the owner is the only one with access.

I saw a homeless gentleman sitting up against one of the buildings facing the drive thru, so I stopped and asked if he had been there long.  Time doesn’t mean too much to him he tells me, but he wasn’t here that many hours ago.  I had hoped that the perpetrator had maybe dumped the rest of the purse in a trash can in view or something. I had $6 in one of my pockets, so I hand it to him, give him a squeeze on the shoulder and thank him for speaking with me.  It could be me, but he seemed more thankful for the warm touch than the few dollars.  It was a nice reminder to me that I had been robbed of a few possessions, but not of home or friends and family.

Got a message on the way home from Fraud Detection for the medical savings account spending card.  Geeze, I thought that one was in Ted’s wallet, not mine. Turns out he had used at a Grocery in Aurora for $1.68 and $20.00 (candy and cash back?) He then also tried at a wireless store next to the grocery.

I called the wireless hoping that he had traded in my Itouch for a shit phone or something, but they do not take trade ins.  I then said that my card may have been fraudulently tried there yesterday.  She asked if I was Sally?  She gave me another description of the young man and said when she questioned him, he said I was his mother.  Well, I’ll give him a good smack as a mother if I ever see him.

The case has been moved to a Identity Theft status.  The owner of Chick Fil A had one of his managers call me that he will look at the video, but cannot show me anything without a warrant.  I just asked if they would let me know if it was worth one.  Will be interesting if they do respond again.

I wrote up my latest activity and findings with names, addresses and numbers for the police and sent it off to the officer.

It’s a little weird having to purchase gas with cash. I can’t remember the last time I did that – well, besides yesterday.

There is one item that saddens me most about being possibly gone forever. It was one of the smallest items in the entire purse.  I’ll let you guess and I’ll write that story soon.

In the meantime. Go take an inventory of what is in your purse or wallet. You may never need it, but it will be ever so important if you do need it.

Love Sally

 

Another Adventure Race – of Sorts

Last weekend I participated in the Denver Questival.  It is a 24 hour event where you assemble a team of up to 6 people and then try to accomplish as many challenges as possible in categories of: DO GOOD, OUTDOOR ADVENTURE, TREASURE HUNT, QUIRKY, COMMUNITY AND CULTURAL, FITNESS AND WELLNESS, AND LAUNCH EVENTS.

The LLama is the Questival and sponsor Cotopaxi mascot, so in honor of one of our groups favorite audio books, we named our team Ready Llama One (parody from the Ready Player One book – a great listen if you do audio books)

Each team gets one flag that must be in every photo or video that shows completion of any of the challenges.  The one flag keeps the group together and eliminating the splitting up to accomplish more.  The completed challenges are then uploaded onto the Questival system for other teams and viewers to either like, laugh at, or admire.  Teams get points for the votes.  Each flag had the word DO GOOD on it and thus was in every photo of every team posted.

It was perfect, as at the root of all the challenges, I felt it involved doing good either for yourself or others. Oh, not in a totally obvious way, but just the silliness, comaraderie, copious amounts of laughter that cannot help but spill out and infect those nearby.

In fact, one of the challenges in the DO GOOD category was make a stranger laugh.  I’m not sure we ever caught that one on camera or video, but I can assure you it happened.

A new challenge for me in the Outdoor Adventure category was to make brownies over a fire in an orange.  I had some very large navel oranges needing used on my counter, so we took those and completed that challenge.  Very yummy (and most of you know I am not a chocolate person), the oranges gave the brownies an orange essence to them and they cooked perfectly in the fire built using only flint as another challenge.

The Treasure Hunt category included finding and taking team photos at various spots throughout the city.  It was good to revisit some spots that I have not set eyes upon for a while.

The Quirky category was our most accomplished list of challenges.  We did a higher percentage of this category than any others.  Below are a few examples

QUIRKY

With a blindfold on and headphones in, sing and dance your heart out in a public

but safe place. Don’t dance in the middle of traffic.  Jen did this in City park singing L.O.V.E (L is for the way you look at me…) and rocked it.

 

As a team hold a wall-supported/or not-wall-supported handstand contest as long

as you can.  – With my back against the wall, it was the wrong angle for my arms and shoulders and my arms buckled and pile drove my head into the concrete.  I re positioned facing the wall and managed much better- I’ll leave that challenge to just the guys next time.

 

Allow a stranger to throw a healthy handful of flour in your face. #closeyoureyes (we kept forgetting the bag of flour, so didn’t do this one although we saw flour on the sidewalks of Denver a few times, so know others did)

 

Get a stranger to crack a raw egg on your forehead and then empty the contents

in a teammates mouth – Yep, we did it.  I was the forehead portion (with only thoughts that it would smash open and be all over my face) and Beth took the mouthful (and then quickly spat it out).  Gross I know, but really funny and a great reminder that those things that you never pictured yourself doing, once done, don’t have any power to scare you anymore.

Ask a stranger to direct your actions for the next 1 minute, do whatever they ask – we were smart and asked our waitress where we had dinner.  She was creative, but knowing she hadn’t gotten her tip yet, was not harsh or gross with her commands.
Waltz with a teammate or stranger across a street when the walk sign tells you
you can – Jen and Seb got some waltz practice in for their wedding this summer

 

Make a 15 second team intro video as if you were the stars of an 80’s or 90’s
sitcom. -I still have the ‘Three’s Company’ song stuck in my head.

 

Those were just a few, but my favorite was:

Recreate a scene from a movie of your choice with an animal other than a human.

#andtheoscargoesto #behumane

Click on the link below for the video.

Puppy in Titanic

 

In the Community and Cultural list, my favorite was probably the Hug a Picea Pungens – I’ll admit that we had to google to find out it was a Blue Spruce Tree, but we did a group hug around one.

 

In the Fitness and Wellness Category, one challenge was: Find a Razor scooter, and shoot a 15 second demo video trying to get sponsored.  – Sydney starred in this one and well, next time I guess I will have to send everyone links so they can see just how creative this team can be.

In total, we accomplished 75 of 205 possible challenges.  What a great time and awesome reminder to get together with those you love, be creative, be silly, go out and see stuff and interact with your environment.