Friday, September 25, 2009

Say Something Smart

I want to say something smart.

Do you ever do that? Feel your life is missing a smart moment? One where you smile big, look up at the stars, and beat the tar out of your right shoulder? It's also one of those moments where the top right incisor sparks a beacon of light. Like Smiling Bob.

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But not to be confused with this smiling Bob:

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Or this smiling Bob:

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Or even this smiling Bob:

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Clearly, the Bobs are smiling for different reasons!

Was that smart? No? Let me try another.

So here I sit, in the metropolis of Deer Valley, just a stone's throw from the Stein Ericksonites. You don't know this but the Stein Ericksonites were once considered Nephites. Stein Erickson, his descendants and homeys, grew weary of the Nephite/Laminite squabbles. Stein and followers declared "Powder to be Righteous", moved west to find said Powder and established a ski resort of goofy proportion.

The goofiness stems from the duplication of ski lifts in all areas. All ski lifts have another identical lift riding right beside it! Goofy! Maybe because the Ericksonites are so tall? Maybe. The goofily proportioned ski resort has redeemed itself nicely with killer fish tacos (not fish tacos that kill, but fish tacos worth dying for) and Turkish rugs in the bathrooms.

Oh yeah, the Ericksonites met up with the Greeks somewhere in the middle of it all too. Had some world-wide competition to see who could ski down the fastest.

Was that smart? No? I'll try another.

Why, exactly, am I here among the Stein Ericksonsites? Well the Mom and the Moe are here. They do it every year. They ditch the Valley called Utah for weeks at a time to form a literal and figurative Rameumptom. It's literal because we're up here, like, way high... 8200 ft to be precise-ish. And its figurative because it's easy to turn your nose up on the plebeians below while abiding in a small sanctuary worth 8 million dollars. (Not to mention Steven Speilberg lives around the corner. Even seen 'im once.)

Was that smart? No? I'll try another.

Spouse is left at home. To work. And by work, I mean feed the dog, cover the holes the dog dug last night, water the dog, love the dog and earn money. By earn money, I mean grapple with the time-zones and language of other engineers. Yes. Time-Zones in the plural was on purpose. I am, however, becoming rather fond of the buzz Spouse's crackberry produces in the early hours of the a.m. while in bed.

Was that smart? No? I'll try another.

The Mom is currently dishing out the breakfast to both Yahoos while I write my drivel. In a few minutes, I plan a waggling run - to see how the back is recovering (It is! Say Gloria!) Afterwhich, I plan to shower, pack up the camera goo, drive to the corporate party and shoot.

Are you ready for the smart part? The kids are staying here, in the mountains, with the Mom and Moe. For two days!

Was that smart? Oh yes!
(Speaking of smart, Yahoo #2 just figured out that he's missing school today!)


And now some photos...

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Yahoo #2. Where's Yahoo #1? Watching TV. Duh.


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Morning view of Deer Valley

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Morning view of Park City
with rectangular reference to the spot where Spouse broke his heels

3 comments:

PhishTako said...

Fish Tacos, I love fish tacos!

Staci said...

Can you take my picture and make me look as good as that kid?

Winder said...

Love the photos. I told you he was cute! :)