The Planning Committee

As the summer draws closer to an end and life gets drastically less hectic, I decided to take some time for myself and planned a few trips to round out a busy season. Grant and I will be traveling to Boise on Labor Day weekend to visit his family and friends. I'm excited since road trips are generally a great time, especially when you're with someone who can make even the dullest situation seem like the county fair.

In September, we are going to spend a weekend up at Silver Mountain and try out their new water park that you can only enjoy if you spend the money to stay there overnight. While I don't particularly understand that marketing strategy, I think it will be a great time. Added Bonus: the temperature is guaranteed to be 82 degrees which is nothing to complain about.

After meeting with my planning committee (me, myself and I), we decided that I deserved a little time away from this beautiful state that often gets confused with Iowa or Ohio. So I booked a flight to Southern California in October. I'll get to see my wonderfully fantastic cousin as well as the girls that I lived with in Italy, so I'm preparing for an utterly wild and wacky time.

I found out today that, after all of this, I still have 3 whole days of comp time that I can do whatever I please with. I'm contemplating on what to do with those days, but I'm guessing that they'll probably get used during the holidays when I wake up after a long Christmas Day and decide that working on December 26th is just not in my agenda.

So I guess that I've decided that having a full time job is really not as horrible as some people make it out to be. I mean, yes, waking up every Monday morning and realizing that the weekend has come and gone isn't easy. But when I get to go on vacation and not have to forfeit some of my salary to do it, I'm a pretty happy camper. Now if I could just convince them that I deserve the empty office in the corner...

On a totally unrelated subject, we watched the Coeur d'Alene Triathlon last Saturday and took lots of pictures that, not surprisingly, look very similar to my pictures from Ironman. After going through all of them, my favorite picture turned out to be one that had nothing to do with the race.

I was sitting by the wall at the Cd'A Beach, hiding from the giant raindrops, and I looked over and saw all these feet hanging above my head. I snapped the picture and didn't think anything of it, but when I pulled it up on my computer I was totally impressed with it. I'm expecting a phone call from National Geographic anytime now. Ha.