<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:41:56.620-05:00</updated><category term='Psycho Wyco'/><category term='Party Central'/><category term='MS150'/><category term='10 miles'/><category term='Treadmill days'/><category term='Trail Mix'/><category term='golf'/><category term='House pictures'/><category term='treadmill'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Dance in the Rain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1202932849313834236</id><published>2009-11-18T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:16:06.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Which is most ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Chinese food (take-out) while watching "Top Chef"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating steak and venison sticks while browsing vegan recipes online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting up heroin while watching "Intervention"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the ironic.  The third example I don't have personal experience with, but the story was relayed to me by another person (also not the heroin user).  I laughed, because I'm sure they didn't notice their own irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1202932849313834236?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1202932849313834236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1202932849313834236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1202932849313834236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1202932849313834236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5074479083655668382</id><published>2009-11-10T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:59:05.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (11/4 -11/10/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage:  46 miles (planned 66 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles).  Still chugging away at the first season of "Lost".  Very motivating and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  8 miles at 6.7mph + 8x0.06mi at 10mph (planned 8+ miles).  Finished up "Lost".  Onward to season 2.  I'm not going to talk about the possible signs of over training I might be showing, or the slight calf pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  12 miles (planned 12 miles).  Slept like crap the night last night, and for that matter, the night previous to that.  After the run, is that MORE calf pain?  Does my HEEL hurt?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles).  At about 4 miles in I should have stopped.  Probably should have just skipped it because I hurt most of the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  11 miles (planned 11 miles).  Wasn't sure whether to do it or not, but did.  Felt fine the entire time and afterwards.  You know what I think part of the problem is?  I think my shorter runs are WAY too slow, because those short and slow runs are the worst.  I feel fine with longer and faster runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  0 miles (planned 6 miles).  Had dinner with a few friends after work and didn't get home until 11:30p.  Probably doesn't hurt to take a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  3 miles (planned 17 miles).  I had to really convince myself to even start this run, as I just didn't feel like doing it.  I really think I could have done this run, but after 3 miles I decided to stop.  I kind of regret that decision now (at 10:30p), but it just is the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I felt like I was possibly over-training was because I slept like crap all week: tossing, turning, crazy dreams, never waking feeling rested.  Felt like I was getting a cold, kind of, but not really.  The weird calf-pain is probably mileage induced (too much over too short of time).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for next week will be to step back on miles, run the shorter recovery runs faster to see if that helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5074479083655668382?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5074479083655668382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5074479083655668382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5074479083655668382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5074479083655668382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekly-running-update-114-111009.html' title='Weekly Running Update (11/4 -11/10/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-9173656371483949467</id><published>2009-11-03T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:59:00.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (10/28 -11/3/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage:  50 miles (planned 50 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 0 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  9 miles at 6.7 mph (planned 6 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  0 miles (planned 9 miles).  Worked all day before taking the camper on a journey up to the Two Harbor's hunting land.  I was not going to get up at 4:30 to do this run before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles).  I give myself a "C+" for camper parking.  This involved backing the camper down a narrow rough little logging road, attempting to keep it "level", jacking up and removing the two tires to keep it from running off.  Well, I backed it in without breaking anything It's really not level, although could be, if I'd been able to successfully jack it up all the way.  Only got one tire removed.  I doubt anyone will steal it before RR can fix it location next Saturday and get the other tire off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  10+ miles 6.7mph (planned 10+ miles).  Still watching the first season of "Lost".  I though I'd already seen it all, but I guess I must have previously only watched the first two DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  13 miles at average of 6.09mph (planned 13 miles).  Took about an hour break after 1.19 miles to receive some freshly processed mule deer venison, fresh from RR and V's hunting trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My runs this week were a little re-arranged from what was originally planned, but I successfully finished the week without having to be up early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-9173656371483949467?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9173656371483949467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=9173656371483949467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/9173656371483949467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/9173656371483949467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekly-running-update-1028-11309.html' title='Weekly Running Update (10/28 -11/3/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6331607893917811421</id><published>2009-10-27T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:59:00.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (10/21 -10/27/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage:  52 miles (planned 48 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  4 miles at 5.5mph (planned 0 miles).  Remember last Monday when I started my planned run very late because I'd had dinner with a friend?  And I then let a phone call interrupt and ultimately end my run 4 miles early?  Well this was payback.  Enjoyable payback, however, as I watched a very entertaining episode of "Top Chef". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles).  I didn't have much selection at Blockbuster.  I would have liked to immediately continue with season 3 of "The L Word" but the didn't have it.  I decided I'd watch "Lost" instead.  I'd watched the first season years ago on the treadmill, but thought it'd be best if I started over again now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  9 miles at 6.7mph (planned 9 miles).  Did this run while doing some major multi-tasking... baking chicken while running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  miles (planned 6 miles).  Was up north at Sure Game Resort, northwest of Grand Rapids.  Instead of doing my planned run (which I was never really planning on doing) we did about 8 miles of hiking at Scenic State Park and around the Lost 40.  I call this at least the equivalent of the planned/unplanned slow 6 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  9 miles at 6.7mph + 8x0.6mi repeats at 9mph (planned 9+ miles).  This run felt great.  I was starting to think that I couldn't/shouldn't expect myself to run comfortable at a 9min/mi pace until I got my running chops back, but this run went very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles).  I may have to pick up my "slow" pace because it's starting to feel painfully slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  12 miles at an average of 6.13mph while moving (planned 12 miles).  This run kinda sucked as I was having stomach problems.  I blame this on either a) new Omega-3 supplement sample I received and started yesterday, b) "fat burner" supplements I re-started today (had taken w/o problem in the past), or c) 6 rather-small chocolate chip cookies I received from my Grandma (after Boston Market for lunch).  I finished the miles, but had to stop too often, dragging the run longer than planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6331607893917811421?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6331607893917811421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6331607893917811421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6331607893917811421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6331607893917811421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-running-update-1021-102709.html' title='Weekly Running Update (10/21 -10/27/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3168300172027306129</id><published>2009-10-26T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:37:52.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm a real woman because...</title><content type='html'>... we had a flat tire on my truck up north on Sunday, luckily while still at the resort at which we were staying and not while on the drive home.  Until we enlisted the help of the resort owner, I was definitely in charge of the tire-changing process, and I actually felt pretty confident in making it happen.  But at no point did it ever occur to me to actually lie down on the wet, cold, pine-needled ground and scootch under the truck.  Yes, I did kneel down while detaching the spare, but I put a towel down so I wasn't kneeling on the ground.  However EVERY single man who is now helped with the tire immediately was down on the ground.  Heck, at the gas station today the tire-man laid himself down on the parking lot asphalt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aside:  All this lying down didn't really seem to be necessary or accomplish much more than I could do while squatting.  I wasn't going to argue with anyone's technique, however, as I don't need to do any more "man stuff" than I already do.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3168300172027306129?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3168300172027306129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3168300172027306129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3168300172027306129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3168300172027306129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-im-real-woman-because.html' title='I know I&apos;m a real woman because...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8453736926481484842</id><published>2009-10-20T23:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:59:00.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (10/14 -10/20/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage:  32 miles (planned 36 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 0 miles).  Already skipping my rest days.  Actually I just preemptively switched my planned Wednesday and Thursday runs as I was giving blood after work on Thursday and didn't want to commit to running after that.  I have a history of fainting as I stand and eat my post-donation snack.  And also a history of &lt;a href="http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/beware-of-water.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  0 miles (planned 6 miles).  Successfully shared some of my O+ with the world.  No fainting.  Forced myself to sit at the recovery table for 10 minutes eating pretzels.  My blood pressure prior to giving was 88/58.  Does that seem awfully low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  6 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  0 miles (planned 0 miles).  I scored some free tickets to the Home Improvement Expo at the Mpls Convention Center, so Eforce and I headed down there.  I bought a book called "Whiteout" by a local author.  I think the author is local; the publisher is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  8 miles at 6.7mph (planned 8+ miles).  Also did a little speed work: 0.06mi x4 at 9mph (That's for you, Steve... I know you like to see me write in treadmill lingo).  I planned on doing x8, but I noticed that although I'd feel fine running the fast speed I would feel pretty crappy for the time between repeats (0.06mi at 5mph... I'm not going to spend the time to convert that to minutes).  My heart would feel like it was pounding out of my chest even the I could tell my pulse was racing.  And then I started feeling a little faint.  After the 4th repeat my world started swimming around me and I decided I really didn't want to risk passing out and flying off the back end of the treadmill.  We were supposed to go golfing at Bunker Hills Golf Course in the afternoon.  For X-mas about 2 years ago I gave RR a gift certificate for a round of golf that we keep putting off.  And we did yet again. Maybe 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  2 miles at 5.5mph (planned 6 miles).  Got together with a friend for dinner (Potbelly's with a chocolate malt) and didn't get home until late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  10 miles at 6.7mph (planned 10 miles).  Finished the second season of "The L Word."  Now I need to decide what I'm going to watch next; do I immediately jump to season 3 (which will involve renting it from Blockbuster) or do I watch "The World At War" (which I already have at my house)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8453736926481484842?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8453736926481484842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8453736926481484842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8453736926481484842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8453736926481484842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-running-update-1014-102009.html' title='Weekly Running Update (10/14 -10/20/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5511055578497035440</id><published>2009-10-13T20:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:56:01.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (10/11-10/13/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage: 15 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Watched a "Numb3rs" marathon on TNT and then the Twins.  No running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  5 miles, rather slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was quite the short "week" if you count the number of days, but I ran more miles than last week.  I'm still plugging away at "The L Word" and I continue to have the same opinion: some of the story lines are SO contrived, but I really do enjoy it.  I also have "The World at War" to watch next.  My other television watching goals include "Lost".  And maybe the last 4 seasons of "Curb Your Enthusiasm".  I also think I'm behind on "The Shield" and "24".  I had better get running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I do a mid-week report like this?  Well, I'm starting a training plan tomorrow and it will just be more organized if I mirror my reporting week to a training week. Makes sense, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5511055578497035440?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5511055578497035440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5511055578497035440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5511055578497035440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5511055578497035440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-running-update-1011-101309.html' title='Weekly Running Update (10/11-10/13/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-98969097008511686</id><published>2009-10-10T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:35:00.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (10/4-10/10/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage: 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  5 hours spent setting up deer stands up near Two Harbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  5 miles.  And no, I didn't watch the Vikings as I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Wild home opener with my dad!  No time to run today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Work meeting after work.  Long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Dinner with a friend after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-98969097008511686?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/98969097008511686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=98969097008511686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/98969097008511686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/98969097008511686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-running-update-104-101009.html' title='Weekly Running Update (10/4-10/10/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-9055808349831457839</id><published>2009-10-05T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:35:20.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (9/27-10/3/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage: 20 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  10 miles.  Finished in time to tune into the last 5 minutes of the Vikings game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  Didn't run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Didn't run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Packing the camper to leave for the weekend.  Meant to run on my afternoon off, but was called in to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: About 4 miles of hiking at Jay Cooke State Park.  A little rainy most of the day and evening, but still had a good time.  As we were multi-tasking this trip by bringing the camper loaded down with RR and V's deer stands we did not bring our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame my low weekly mileage directly on Ken Burns and his documentary on the National Parks.  Or perhaps on PBS, who thought it would be a good idea to run the 6 part mini-series 6 days in a row.  I felt tied to my t.v. for 4 days in a row before I finally had to say "enough" and resolve to watch the last 2 parts on DVD.  A very good show, but I can't handle 2 hours of it every night all week.  And why didn't I just run WHILE watching the show?  Because it's "talk-heavy" and it's sometimes too hard to catch all the words while running.  And I just didn't feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-9055808349831457839?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9055808349831457839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=9055808349831457839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/9055808349831457839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/9055808349831457839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-running-update-927-10309.html' title='Weekly Running Update (9/27-10/3/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1810107585497133684</id><published>2009-09-26T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:59:00.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (9/20-9/26/09)</title><content type='html'>Weekly running mileage: 38+ miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  The world's SLOWEST bike ride with my friend and her 4 and 6 year old children.  I got to practice my balancing skills as I tried to not dismount the barely moving bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  5 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 8 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Church group and Top Chef.  Didn't feel like running while watching Top Chef.  Mainly because watching Top Chef involved eating Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the Showtime series "The L Word" while running this last week.  I borrowed the first 2 seasons from a friend at her recommendation.  I'll admit that with her that night I watched the last 20 minutes of the last episode of the last season (season 6), so I know how it ALL ends.  It actually hasn't taken away from me watching the early episodes, however.  Basically this show is a drama about lesbians, and although I've found the plot lines to be somewhat predictable and contrived, I've actually really enjoyed it thus far.  Each episode is approximately 5 miles long, and as I only allow myself to watch while running, it makes it quite easy to pop out 10 mile runs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1810107585497133684?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1810107585497133684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1810107585497133684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1810107585497133684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1810107585497133684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekly-running-update-920-92609.html' title='Weekly Running Update (9/20-9/26/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-2781752609068439614</id><published>2009-09-24T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:04:49.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (9/13-9/19/09)</title><content type='html'>Wow, these updates are getting shorter and shorter...  Last week I didn't do much running at all, mainly because I just had "stuff" going on many of the nights and didn't feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly running mileage:  7 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  1 puny mile.  Decided I didn't feel like running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  Not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Work continuing ed "webinar" online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: At my parents visit with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Out with a friend for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Nope, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  I did do 6 miles, smooshed between finishing up my backyard landscaping and going to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-2781752609068439614?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2781752609068439614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=2781752609068439614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2781752609068439614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2781752609068439614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekly-running-update-913-91909.html' title='Weekly Running Update (9/13-9/19/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7415827991301356978</id><published>2009-09-13T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:34:37.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (9/6-9/12/09)</title><content type='html'>Running mileage was down this week secondary to the holiday weekend spent at Scenic State Park and a 100 mile bike ride I did yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly running mileage:  27 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Scenic State Park.  Did some biking and hiking and a small bit of canoeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  Scenic State Park.  About 3 hours of canoeing. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 11 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 6 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Skipped running (planned 6 miles).  Again, like last Friday, I don't think I wimped out, but I justified not running since I was doing a 100 mile bike ride the next day.  I also planned on doing a long run on Saturday after the bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Did the Jesse James Bike Tour 100 mile bike ride (actual length: 106.5 miles).  Finished it in 6h50min, so an average speed of 15.6 miles per hour (including all stops).  It was a gorgeous day.  A beautiful ride.  I got more of a workout than I expected as i couldn't get my bike to shift to the lowest gears for the uphills.  Got home and decided not to run (planned 16).  I'm not too sore (except my butt from sitting on the bike seat) and probably could have run, but decided not to get too crazy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7415827991301356978?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7415827991301356978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7415827991301356978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7415827991301356978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7415827991301356978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekly-running-update-96-91209.html' title='Weekly Running Update (9/6-9/12/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6770583680427071831</id><published>2009-09-08T18:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:18:11.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Running Update (8/30 - 9/5/09)</title><content type='html'>Well, I broke the rules again and increased my mileage by more than the recommended no-more-than-10% a week.  I went from 15 miles during the first 2 weeks of August, to 22 miles the weekend of Ragnar Relay, to, oh, a 300% increase to 62 miles for last week.  Feeling fine, however, especially after taking 2 days off over the holiday weekend.  We hauled the camper up to Scenic State Park (north east of Grand Rapids) for an absolutely gorgeous weekend, much better than the complete rain-out we experienced in our tents 3 weeks ago.  Did about 3 hours of canoeing on Monday, about 5-6 miles of biking, and a couple miles of hiking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this week (M-F) I worked on my landscaping for a few hours after work (in running clothes) before jumping on the treadmill.  I found it to be as close to train running on a treadmill as I could come, as by the time I'd start running I'd be covered in dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  6 miles and then off to the State Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  8 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 11 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 10 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Skipped running (planned 6 miles).  I don't think I wimped out, but I justified not running since I knew that by the time I finished my landscaping it'd be awfully late and that my Saturday run would be important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Was not sure I'd have enough time to sneak in a quick 15 mile run, but due to the combination of setting my alarm for reasonably early on a Saturday (7:45a) and the fact that we didn't end up even being close to leaving for up north until noon, I had more than enough time to run, shower, and pack.  Watched some movie on Labor Day about a couple who helped catch a man selling babies under the guise of adoption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6770583680427071831?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6770583680427071831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6770583680427071831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6770583680427071831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6770583680427071831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekly-running-update-830-9509.html' title='Weekly Running Update (8/30 - 9/5/09)'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6877752625252125847</id><published>2009-08-28T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:21:33.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Relay update</title><content type='html'>So, last weekend I did the Ragnar Relay, the 12 person relay from Winona to Minneapolis.  The team was mainly co-workers... 7 of us from my company, my friend Vanessa, a sister of a co-worker, and then 3 other friends.  I ended up having a lot of fun.  I was not really looking forward to it, although I knew that once I was doing it I'd have a great time.  That did turn out to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had not been doing too much running all last winter, spring, and early summer (any running I did was sporadic, nothing consistant), when I had to "declare" my pace for the relay I decided I'd do 10 minute miles.  I figured that this would be something I could most likely do without much problem over most terrain (hills, etc; stuff I don't find on the treadmill), and that I could probably still average that pace without training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was runner number 5 which overall was the toughest, having all 3 legs be fairly long and hilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&amp;Itemid=33&amp;page=legMaps&amp;raceName=greatriver&amp;paceID=3&amp;leg=5#legmaps"&gt;My first leg &lt;/a&gt;was 6.6 miles and started in Alma, WI at about 10:45a on Friday morning.  I told my van-mates that I'd stick to 10 minute miles although I could maybe go faster.  They advised me that I should go as fast as I felt comfortable going, as we might have other team members go slower than their predicted pace.  "Okay," said I.  My first leg was not too hilly... very lightly rolling, and I averaged 8.5 minute miles without much problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&amp;Itemid=33&amp;page=legMaps&amp;raceName=greatriver&amp;paceID=3&amp;leg=17#legmaps"&gt;My 2nd leg &lt;/a&gt;was 6.8 miles and started at about 11p on Friday night.  It started with a LONG hill that I slowly plod-jogged up.  The middle section was fairly flat/rolling, and then I got to go down the big hill I'd come up.  I FLEW!  And this is where trail running comes in handy, because I'm pretty comfortable and keeping up a high speed and watching my feet as I somewhat-recklessly-looking careen down hills.  I kid you not that I was averaging down the hill about 6-6.5 minute miles.  I passed a few people cautiously braking down the hill.  My leg ended with a half mile hill that I had to take a couple walk breaks on, but overall I averaged 9 minute miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&amp;Itemid=33&amp;page=legMaps&amp;raceName=greatriver&amp;paceID=3&amp;leg=29#legmaps"&gt;My 3rd leg&lt;/a&gt; started at about 8a on Saturday morning around Afton.  The sun was up and it was starting to get hot.  This was my longest leg (about 7.5 miles) and was very hilly.  This was a little more of a struggle for me with the combination of hills, sun, and fatigue (no real sleep the night before and more miles than I'd run in months and months).  But I plugged away and finished it, averaging 9.5 minute miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I was happy with my performance and had a great time.  It was a renewing experience, because I was able to do this without training and still have some respectable-for-me times over the miles.  Makes me feel like I could train and get some speed back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a treadmill Wednesday night.  Got a killer deal on it as a Sears closeout.  It's a &lt;a href="http://www.nordictrack.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Product2_12401_10301_78451_-1_19051"&gt;Nordic Track Elite zi&lt;/a&gt;.  (I got it for $750).  I have it set up in my garage/workout area again.  Lifetime Fitness, of which I was a member until next month, is only 1/2 mile away from me, but it's so much easier for me to have the treadmill right at my house with my t.v. right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6877752625252125847?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6877752625252125847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6877752625252125847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6877752625252125847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6877752625252125847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ragnar-relay-update.html' title='Ragnar Relay update'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7572415861722543455</id><published>2009-07-16T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:08:21.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation is official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, we got off to a rough start, but we are now officially in relaxation mode!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we bought the camper it came to us in a mish-mash of tires: 2 were ST175/75R13 and 2 were ST175/75D13. The &amp;quot;R&amp;quot;&amp;#39;s are radial tires and the&amp;quot;D&amp;quot;&amp;#39;s are bias tires. The radials are better for the load we&amp;#39;re pulling, but really there was no excuse to have 2 of each.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When the first one blew last summer we assumed it was a fluke... maybe we just drove over something. Then the other night when we got the 1st of this trip we started thinking something was wrong. We made sure leaving Rapid City that we had 4 radial tires on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course the 2nd flat of our trip made us realize that something was screwes up. The salt in the wound of these flats isn&amp;#39;t only the painin the butt and the cost of the new tire, but every time we lose a tire it does hundreds of dollars of damage that we are lucky yo have RR to fix for us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did some internet research and found that now days all campers of our size (21ft and loaded weight of about 5000lbs if not more) have ST205/75R14.  Found out that the &amp;quot;ST&amp;quot; means it&amp;#39;s a trailer tire so it has greater ply but thinner sidewalls. The &amp;quot;14&amp;quot; is the size of the wheel/rim. The &amp;quot;205&amp;quot; is the width of the tire in mm&amp;#39;s, and the &amp;quot;75&amp;quot; is size of the sidewall, represented as a % of the width of the tire. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We started blaming the RV people who sold us the camper, thinking they must have thrown on any old tires they had laying around, all which were too small. This was our belief until I found the manufacturer&amp;#39;s sticker that said that yes, the ST175/75R13 was what was supposed to be on it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We thought about just buying the new bigger tires and wheels, but not only would that be expensive ($800), but it didn&amp;#39;t look like there would be enough clearance in the wheel well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We compromised by buying 4 brand new tires that are ST185/75R13, so a little wider, able to withstand heat a little better, and with a higher load rating. Overall we&amp;#39;ve gained an extra 500lbs of load carrying ability. Hopefully this is enough to precaution to get us home comfortably.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vacation started officially last night has RR and I carted the mountain bikes 20 miles out of town and then blasted down the mountain highway. V and E clocked us at about 55 mph down some of the steeper hills!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7572415861722543455?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7572415861722543455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7572415861722543455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7572415861722543455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7572415861722543455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-is-official.html' title='Vacation is official!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7906441164538972609</id><published>2009-07-14T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:31:57.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened when we got the 2nd flat tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, the title of the post gives it away: 10 miles before arriving in Buffalo we got our 2nd flat tire on the camper (rear passenger&amp;#39;s side, for those who made side bets involving which tire would be next to go).  This flat caused so much vibration that it bounced the fridge out of the wall, actually breaking the cheap camper interior wall. Also a casualty were all the drawers on that side of the camper... all the pieces of wood that separate the drawers fell off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To compound the mess were the 2 dozen bottles of protein drink (boost and EAS) that suffered a 75% casualty rate, being smooshed and oozing all over the camper floor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and the container of powdered protein also exploded.  Our camper reeks of protein.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So day 3 of the trip has been spent running around for camper pieces. Luckily RR is completely capable to fix it all... it just sucks that we have to do this on vacation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I will enlighten everyone with a post on tires... stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7906441164538972609?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7906441164538972609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7906441164538972609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7906441164538972609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7906441164538972609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happened-when-we-got-2nd-flat-tire.html' title='What happened when we got the 2nd flat tire'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4720831222360977233</id><published>2009-07-13T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:44:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming reports</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Day 1... got on the road a little later than planned... 4:55pm. 35W detours slowed us down as well as general construction further south of the cities. Even further slowed down when a camper tire blew, right in the middle of the Enforcer and I watching &amp;quot;Point Break.&amp;quot; We successfully changed the tire in record time on a deserted South Dakotan road outside Mitchell. Pulled into Al&amp;#39;s Oasis Inn at about 1:30a for a good 8hrs of sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Day 2 has been fairly uneventful. Although we were in a tornado watch zone east of Rapid City, we were not picked up and blown to Oz. In fact we were far enough south of the storms to be able to enjoy watching the dark and billowing clouds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We got a new tire at a RV place in Rapid City and we are now on the road again, blasting west towards the WY border. We&amp;#39;ll be parked in Buffalo tonight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4720831222360977233?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4720831222360977233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4720831222360977233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4720831222360977233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4720831222360977233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/wyoming-reports.html' title='Wyoming reports'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-354155485622792417</id><published>2009-06-04T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:55:26.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts:</title><content type='html'>I just finished Malcolm Gladwell's "Outliers".  I LOVE all his books and highly recommend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a 2005 Chevy Tahoe on Monday on my lunchbreak.  It has 70K miles on it and is fully loaded with all sorts of upgrades, most of which I will enjoy.  I will for sure love the heated leather seats come this winter (and the 4WD).  We're planning on taking the Tahoe to Wyoming with us in July to pull the camper to "home base" in Buffalo, and then using the 4WD to get us closer to mountain trailheads.  The Tahoe has a DVD player for the 2nd row seating and we've already told the Enforcer he needs to watch "Point Break" at least once on the trip to remember to act like a "dude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hiked about 4.5 miles in a 20lb weight vest this evening up at Sherburne Wildlife Refuge.  I would say that I enjoyed the sounds of nature--I was the only vehicle at the parking lot--but actually I listened to "This American Life" on my ipod.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My treadmill is still not put together.  I could attempt it myself, but from the reviews online I've been warned that it really is a 2 hour project for 2 people and since it may involve schlepping around 100+lb parts, I don't think the math holds out that it would take 1 person (being me) 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used the word "schlepping" because the podcast I was listening to had a segment with two Jewish people talking.  Or because there's a chapter in "Outliers" talking about Jewish lawyers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-354155485622792417?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/354155485622792417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=354155485622792417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/354155485622792417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/354155485622792417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts:'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6171609341611122095</id><published>2009-05-31T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:52:20.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Day</title><content type='html'>We spent a lot of time today planning our trip to Wyoming, and I think we have it almost figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made it out to Greenhaven golf course to do 9 holes.  It's only my 2nd time out this year and I golfed a 63.  I have 3 years worth of old score cards to pull out to make a comparison, but I didn't take the time.  I'd have to say that's about average for me on this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some jerk tee off almost right into us... we had teed off but then couldn't take an approach shot as the people ahead of us were still on the green.  For some reason the guys behind us didn't pay any attention and almost conked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day, and we finished before the light sprinkles came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.inclinetrainer.com/details_x3.html"&gt;new incline treadmill&lt;/a&gt; and I'd LOVE to have it set up right now.  It's a 2 person project that will probably take a couple hours (or I can have RR do it by himself in 1 hour).  I'm debating going out to take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treadmill does not have roots and rocks on the belt, but as it goes up to a 40% incline, I am debating trying to train for a mountainous 100 miler only using the treadmill.  Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6171609341611122095?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6171609341611122095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6171609341611122095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6171609341611122095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6171609341611122095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/planning-day.html' title='Planning Day'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1250869528885934890</id><published>2009-05-30T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:28:23.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, for about the last 3 years we've had big plans to go mountain biking in Chequamegon National Forest.  Every year like clockwork we make plans to go for Memorial Day weekend, change our minds a few days before, re-plan the trip for Labor Day, and then decide to put the trip off until the next year.  2009 was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday of Memorial Day weekend we decided, at about 10pm, that we'd go check out the mountain biking at Camden State Park instead of Chequamegon (and we'd do that trip Labor Day...).  We loaded up the truck and hit the road at about 3:30p on Saturday afternoon (nope, no holiday traffic worries for us...).  Set up camp at about 8:30p and heard a train coming through.  Yes, there are train tracks that run THROUGH the campground, rumbling and blowing their whistles.  After hearing the train every hour, we finally decided at about 1am to grab our overnight bags and go find a hotel in Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did about 8 miles of hiking through Camden before packing up and moving on to Blue Mounds State Park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Enforcer (my tent-mate, or more accurately, my ex-tent-mate) decided to stay up by the fire until 3:30am.  He went wild with the zippers of the tent and completely woke me up, just as the birds were starting to sing and the sky was lighting up.  I never did fall back asleep, so I was up at 6:30a doing a 7 mile hike wearing a 20lb weight vest.  Wow, did I feel that in my legs even later that night!  The group of us did about 7 miles of mountain biking through the park that afternoon, arriving back home about 11pm (again, no holiday traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my new Amazon Kindle (an e-book), which I love.  I read "&lt;a href="http://blogcritics.org/books/article/book-review-daughters-of-juarez-a/"&gt;The Daughters of Juarez&lt;/a&gt;" which was recommended to me by my realtor about 2 years ago.  Also read "&lt;a href="http://www.gladwell.com/tippingpoint/index.html"&gt;The Tipping Point"&lt;/a&gt; by Malcolm Gladwell.  I highly recommend any of his books.  I listened to and loved "Blink" when I listed to it on audiobook last winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1250869528885934890?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1250869528885934890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1250869528885934890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1250869528885934890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1250869528885934890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5004760553198645329</id><published>2009-05-23T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:04:16.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very quick running analysis</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a very short perfunctory analysis of where my running is at this point.  I'd go more in depth, but I must start packing the truck to go camping because if I'm not packing the truck, it doesn't get done, or worse, it gets done, poorly and unsuccessfully meaning I must then unpack and repack.  I kid you not... I had to do that once in Wyoming last summer when I got all uppity and decided, "why should I have to be the one who packs the trunk all the time."  Well, V and E tried but ended up not being able to fit everything in, which obviously wouldn't work as we were leaving a hotel.  I unpacked and repacked with extra room to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have at least a little bit of running speed.  I qualified for Boston in May 2006 (3h38m) and I could run a 5k in about 21 minutes.  Then I started focusing more on ultras and running very slowly for long periods of time.  Then over the last year I was so busy with house stuff and other stuff that I hardly ran at all... not fast, not slow, just sporadic distances in little fits and starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me now today with no speed and really no endurance, meaning I pretty much need to start training from scratch.  A little disappointing, but such is life.  The sun is out and the weather is beautiful.  The appraisal of Party Central (my Anoka house) came in well and the Enforcer is buying it, closing next week.  I work 5 miles from home, a max of 40h/wk.  I'll only own 1 house.  All is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm committed to doing the &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/greatriver/index.php"&gt;Ragnar Relay&lt;/a&gt; with a pile of co-workers this August.  For this run I'll have to run 3 legs of something like 3-7 miles over two days.  For training I decided to follow a 10k training plan that has low mileage but I can start building some speed back up.  I also plan on increasing the "long run" of 6-9 miles to something more like 6-16 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great holiday weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5004760553198645329?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5004760553198645329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5004760553198645329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5004760553198645329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5004760553198645329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-quick-running-analysis.html' title='Very quick running analysis'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6022862543330549417</id><published>2009-05-05T22:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:41:17.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tada! Front Exterior Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SgEGwVQ-1RI/AAAAAAAAANw/Q0zszPrhYN4/s1600-h/New+front+exterior+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SgEGwVQ-1RI/AAAAAAAAANw/Q0zszPrhYN4/s320/New+front+exterior+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332550861195236626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SgEGvywCzOI/AAAAAAAAANo/HWatf2eS43Q/s1600-h/Front+exterior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SgEGvywCzOI/AAAAAAAAANo/HWatf2eS43Q/s320/Front+exterior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332550851930279138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures from my realtor tomorrow, but will quick get these up tonight.  I'll probably re-post, as my "after" shot was done without the best lighting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6022862543330549417?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6022862543330549417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6022862543330549417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6022862543330549417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6022862543330549417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tada-front-exterior-pictures.html' title='Tada! Front Exterior Pictures!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SgEGwVQ-1RI/AAAAAAAAANw/Q0zszPrhYN4/s72-c/New+front+exterior+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8239199632380415073</id><published>2009-05-01T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:55:38.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Central'/><title type='text'>Oops, I left ya'll hangin'...</title><content type='html'>I seem to remember posting a cryptic message about some "house stuff" being in the works, but I never did follow up on that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling my house in Coon Rapids to the Enforcer (assuming all goes well with the appraisal on Thursday) and I'm moving into my house in Anoka (the one where he was renting from me).  The exterior paint and roof project is ALMOST finished; in fact I can probably take the "after" photos tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that last paragraph isn't totally complete, because the master plan is NOT for me to live for long in Anoka.  I now plan to try to sell my Anoka house and make a little money on it to buy a different foreclosed house to fix up.  In 2 months I could conceivably be without a house at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know anyone looking for a very cute looking house in Anoka, close to freeways, shopping, and downtown Anoka?  I'll post some pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8239199632380415073?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8239199632380415073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8239199632380415073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8239199632380415073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8239199632380415073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops-i-left-yall-hangin.html' title='Oops, I left ya&apos;ll hangin&apos;...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-410154185403479386</id><published>2009-04-14T23:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:59:51.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses and more houses</title><content type='html'>Currently on the never-ending house agenda is the new roof and exterior painting at Party Central, a.k.a. my house in Anoka, a.k.a. the Enforcer's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the "Before" exterior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the pictures won't post for me tonight and I refuse to fight with blogger about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a little bit of upheaval in my housing situation... On the 31st of March I gave one of my renters, the old guy, his 30 day notice to move out.  He seems to live in a fantasy world watching old music videos from the 60's and 70's, so I hope he understands that he really does have to move out.  So I've been advertising and looking for another renter for the house.  Meanwhile my brain has been ticking along looking at other options, some of which are in the works right now... (ooooh... mysterious...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is looking to buy a foreclosed house, too.  She and RR have been running around town looking at houses.  She's made a few offers, but the foreclosed house market is super hot right now and she's been outbid every time.  Hopefully something will fall together for her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'm the Force's financial advisor, helping him get out of debt and stay organized with his finances.  He comes over every 2 weeks on pay day and we sit down and make sure all his bills are paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I'm working on a friend's taxes, trying to get them done right before the final buzzer.  I could have been a good accountant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-410154185403479386?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/410154185403479386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=410154185403479386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/410154185403479386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/410154185403479386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/houses-and-more-houses.html' title='Houses and more houses'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5159895539789221162</id><published>2009-04-13T19:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:43:19.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zumbro Recap</title><content type='html'>So I had just finished my 6 mile treadmill run on Friday morning and was walking my cool down period when I thought, "hey... the 100k doesn't start until midnight tonight, so I could help with the roofing of my house all day, go to church, and STILL go and do the run!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wasn't really prepared.  I had not really been running as of late; by this I mean my monthly mileage from March to the present was about 25 miles TOTAL.  And I had not replaced the miles I was not running with anything else other than television watching and some very casual weight lifting.  I was REALLY not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made the drive and gave it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at the finish, I stopped at 27.7 miles, which is approximately 44.7% of the 100k.  27.7 miles is what happens when one does a complete loop, plan on stopping, but then feel like one may as well do the easy first section to not look completely foolish.  I think it was about 7:20a when I reached the start/finish aid station and dropped, but quite frankly I wasn't wearing a watch so it might have been 7:40a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty darn good when I stopped.  My knees and hips were definitely sore at the time, and I hadn't cut my toenails so my toes were hurting a bit from jamming the front of my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). I was woefully unprepared and felt that an untrained 27.7 miles from which I would hopefully recover quickly was better than pushing it too much and risking injury or too much extra time off recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). I knew I could still finish it or at least go quite a bit further just walking/minimal running, but quite honestly, didn't really feel like spending all day to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my decision to go down and do the run and happy with my decision to stop when I did.   2 days later and I have no soreness.  I was able to spend all day Saturday after the run and a 45 minute nap roofing the house and did about 5 miles of mountain biking last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the course and would definitely consider doing it again.  It was a tough one.  Anyone ever notice there aren't very many courses out there that DON'T include long tough ups and downs?  Why isn't there a nice one with lots of rolling hills?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5159895539789221162?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5159895539789221162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5159895539789221162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5159895539789221162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5159895539789221162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/zumbro-recap.html' title='Zumbro Recap'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3178445064073466519</id><published>2009-04-10T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:37:40.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zumbro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last minute decision to drive down to do the 100k tonight. I&amp;#39;ll spend the afternoon roofing the house- busted by the bldging inspector, so I&amp;#39;m blogging remotely from the City of Anoka office. Good Friday service and then I&amp;#39;ll head down. Gmail me at dcfarmer if anyone down there needs me to pick up anything!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3178445064073466519?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3178445064073466519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3178445064073466519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3178445064073466519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3178445064073466519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/zumbro.html' title='Zumbro'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-958930357652814855</id><published>2009-04-06T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:38:54.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the answer is...</title><content type='html'>Wow, good guesses by everyone, and I bet Home Depot noticed an increase in customer traffic this weekend as everyone attempted to find out what the heck the WDGRPR9"RLCG was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very glad that I did not include the UPC# as part of the clue, as I think that would have made it much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I thought that I was probably going to have to buy everyone a 9" roller cover, as that answer seemed right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we were all close, but all wrong, and remember, "close" only matters in slow dancing and hand grenades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was: 9 In. 5 Wire Frame Paint Roller Handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for your guesses!  That was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-958930357652814855?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/958930357652814855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=958930357652814855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/958930357652814855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/958930357652814855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3358674466240253951</id><published>2009-04-01T02:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:15:59.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a contest for all my loyal followers</title><content type='html'>I don't really know if I have many loyal followers, although by definition, anyone who still casually follows along must have some sense of loyalty as I've been very bad about blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over 2 years of receipts trying to get and stay organized for future tax filings.  I've already (rather hastily) filed my 2008 taxes, but have realized there's quite a bit in I've forgotten to claim that could get me more of a refund back.  Being that to claim it I'd have to do an amended return, I figure I better really have my ducks in a row in case the friendly IRS person wants more info.  (I plan on drowning the forementioned IRS person in paperwork... imagine copies of 2 months worth of renovation receipts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm going through old receipts, categorizing what was purchased on each receipt (in general) and what bigger project that purchase might belong to.  For example, on 3/13/08 I spent $174.56 at Home Depot on painting supplies for "Interior painting--office".  (Have I posted office pictures before?  I don't think I have, but will... RR's paint job, an artistic ragged glaze effect, always gets rave reviews).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Depot receipts are HORRIBLE for trying to determine what an item might be.  Lowes often is okay... I can translate most items based on the purchase date, what project was going forward at the time, or the other items on the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the contest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is this item (based on receipt description):  WDGRPR9"RLCG &lt; a &gt;  (cost $5.97 plus tax)??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is able to tell me WHAT item this is will win said item.  No, I don't have any clue what the item is, although as it only cost $5.97 in 3/2008, I feel comfortable volunteering to purchase it as a prize.  If it ends up being a 10ft long item, I might have to drive it to you as opposed to mailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3358674466240253951?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3358674466240253951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3358674466240253951' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3358674466240253951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3358674466240253951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-contest-for-all-my-loyal.html' title='Here&apos;s a contest for all my loyal followers'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3878573598055529539</id><published>2009-03-10T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:05:35.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House pictures'/><title type='text'>My house... before  and after pictures</title><content type='html'>Before Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcocMXR1XI/AAAAAAAAALk/SR6bdCDSExs/s1600-h/Dining+room+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcocMXR1XI/AAAAAAAAALk/SR6bdCDSExs/s320/Dining+room+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311758750327100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Dining room window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/Sbcob38WrkI/AAAAAAAAALc/EWYXtsw6Gvk/s1600-h/Old+living+room+windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/Sbcob38WrkI/AAAAAAAAALc/EWYXtsw6Gvk/s320/Old+living+room+windows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311758744845463106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old living room windows (with the casing torn off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcobtzJHsI/AAAAAAAAALU/MtPCybHLe-s/s1600-h/pre-crown+living.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcobtzJHsI/AAAAAAAAALU/MtPCybHLe-s/s320/pre-crown+living.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311758742122471106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living room pre-crown molding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcobR166cI/AAAAAAAAALM/E2T8wmrolxc/s1600-h/pre-crown+dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcobR166cI/AAAAAAAAALM/E2T8wmrolxc/s320/pre-crown+dining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311758734617930178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dining room pre-crown molding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are a bunch of pictures of my house in Coon Rapids "before" the latest updates of this winter.  Like I mentioned yesterday, I had declared a moratorium on further house improvements until I had more of my previous improvements paid off.  I changed my mind, however, because with the economy the way it is I found that I can get a good deal on material and labor for most everything I wanted done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the winter with finishing off the garage, a project that had been planned since last spring.  The original intention was to finish it off so i could comfortably run on the treadmill, but alas, I have no treadmill.  Instead finishing off the garage meant that RR had a very comfortable workshop to use to finish all the indoor work.  I have no pictures of the garage, but he finished insulating and sheetrocking the remaining 1.5 walls that weren't finished and re-painted the whole garage.  It now holds heat very well with just one little heater going when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows in the front of my house were replaced last winter and I decided to finish off the back windows as well before Lowes discontinued the model leaving me with no choice but to have mis-matched windows.  I had toyed with the idea of adding a deck off of my dining room, an upgrade I'd seen in similar floor plans, and I figured why replace the old window with a new window only to tear it out in a year or two for a patio door?  The door required a lot of work; RR had to basically tear open the wall, reframe, move electric lines, etc.  But it looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to add crown molding throughout my living and dining rooms, and my upstairs hall.  I already have crown in my bedroom and office, but we jazzed up the living room crown by adding the corner blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished off the look by adding a silk plant/tree thing (I never imagined I'd spend $80 on a silk tree) and a dining room table.  No, I did not have a table before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpLagPzoI/AAAAAAAAAME/GJIXH_RDzn0/s1600-h/New+living+room+windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpLagPzoI/AAAAAAAAAME/GJIXH_RDzn0/s320/New+living+room+windows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311759561576664706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New living room windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpK44ir1I/AAAAAAAAALs/8DQuxNUXgrc/s1600-h/new+dining+door+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpK44ir1I/AAAAAAAAALs/8DQuxNUXgrc/s320/new+dining+door+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311759552551759698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New patio door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpL3ne0oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UKDnk6jpnoc/s1600-h/living+room+windows+and+curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpL3ne0oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UKDnk6jpnoc/s320/living+room+windows+and+curtains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311759569391637122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complete living room- crown and curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpLUOmyqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yOVuHZuk6s4/s1600-h/dining+room+and+curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpLUOmyqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yOVuHZuk6s4/s320/dining+room+and+curtains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311759559892060834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complete dining room view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpLL4TWAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/n70K-WUOOqM/s1600-h/dining+room+finished+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcpLL4TWAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/n70K-WUOOqM/s320/dining+room+finished+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311759557651027970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complete sans curtains, but with compressor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3878573598055529539?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3878573598055529539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3878573598055529539' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3878573598055529539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3878573598055529539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-house-before-and-after-pictures.html' title='My house... before  and after pictures'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SbcocMXR1XI/AAAAAAAAALk/SR6bdCDSExs/s72-c/Dining+room+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-2506242403616893223</id><published>2009-03-10T02:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:47:59.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I seem to have forgotten to blog</title><content type='html'>Actually, it's not so much that I forgot as much as I was unmotivated to do so.  What follows are some random stream of consciousness tidbits and a promise to be more diligent in updating this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran about .75miles at the gym today and had to stop because my ipod ran out of battery life while listening to Lil' Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to update my blog for about 2 weeks because I have some awesome pictures of the house stuff I've done in the last two months.  I really meant to take this winter, nay, year off from spending money on the house, yet a couple of thousand dollars later I have new windows in the back of the house (front of the house was done last winter), a new patio door to replace my old dining room window (yes, that means I'll need a deck at some point).  Also a new patio door to replace my renter's patio door that became so warped as to not close.  I splurged and had RR (who did all this work for me) also put in crown molding throughout my main floor living and dining rooms.  I then REALLY splurged and bought a $80 silk plant (tree) and a cheap-but-good-looking dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been craving fattening foods lately, especially pizza and ranch dressing.  And Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine's Day plan, being single, was to get a facial, eat either pizza or Chinese food, and watch t.v.  Instead I went up to Two Harbors with the Fab Four and stayed at a hotel that is &lt;a href="http://www.northernrail.net/"&gt;made out of rail cars&lt;/a&gt;.  I watched the Enforcer play beer pong with a bunch of 20-somethings and failed the &lt;a href="http://marvin3m.com/arcade/boozbar.htm"&gt;booze barometer&lt;/a&gt; while sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Force's new financial advisor.  I've taken complete control of his finances and am helping him stay organized and get out of debt.  I figure I can control all the balls of my debt, I may as well help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've finalized our dates for our trip to WY this summer: July 11th-26th, for about 12 days or so.  We'll climb &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francs_Peak"&gt;Francs Peak&lt;/a&gt; (no apostrophe, really, even though it was named for Otto Franc) and see George Strait in concert at Cheyenne Days.  We may have 3 extra people joining the Fab Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did more at the gym than just a .75 mile run.  I did 45 minutes on the stair machine listening to Dave Ramsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit the part time job a couple weeks ago, although the time frame for exactly when I quit is vague.  I felt I needed a break so I called in sick for a week.  Then I still needed some time so I just didn't go in for a week.  My manager called to ask if I was okay and if I wanted to reduce my hours.  I told her I'd think about it.  I still didn't go in.  She called again and asked if I was resigning and I said I guessed I was.  She told me to call them back if interested in a position in the future.  Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pile of money back from taxes because of Party Central.  I changed my withholding to get it back in my paychecks instead of at year end.  Also got a bit of a raise with my new position, spend a lot less in gas now, and am reimbursed time and mileage when I have to drive to a different location for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker and I might do the Fargo marathon.  Not sure yet.  They also want to do the &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/greatriver/index.php"&gt;Ragnar relay&lt;/a&gt; in August and I might tell them I will.  I hate to commit however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged yet because I want to post house pictures.  I am using my USB drive to charge my ipod, however, so can't upload the pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ranch dressing, but no pizza.  I gave my leftovers to RR earlier this evening so I wouldn't eat all the leftovers, but now I am regretting that decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-2506242403616893223?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2506242403616893223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=2506242403616893223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2506242403616893223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2506242403616893223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-i-seem-to-have-forgotten-to-blog.html' title='Oops, I seem to have forgotten to blog'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7672651999292382552</id><published>2009-01-17T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:33:41.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good job-news</title><content type='html'>I think I'd mentioned in a comment a few weeks ago that my life and work hours might be getting a little easier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for the last almost 4 years with a local Eye MD group, as clinical assistant for one of the surgeons.  Due to reasons that would be more appropriately discussed with you all in a non-internet venue, I decided in December to step out of that position and become a ophthalmic technician for the same practice.  This is a good move for me.  First of all, instead of living in Coon Rapids and working between our Bloomington and Maplewood offices (about 1-1.5h of commute time a day), I'll be working the majority of the time (80-85%) at our Coon Rapids office (5 miles away).  Instead of working every hour my doctor is in clinic (often 45-50hr/wk), I will be expected to avoid overtime.  Instead of being at the top of my position's payscale, I'll keep my current pay, maybe get a raise at my April review, and have room to grow.  I have one more week of training my replacement before I start on my own training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Washington D.C. for 9 months in 2004-5, having started a 2 year program to be an Ophthalmic Technician.  The program was a waste of my time, I dropped out of school (always wanted to say I've done that), and I studied on my own and earned the same level of certification while working on the job.  My new position will basically entail what I had planned on doing to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at my part time job I was hired on by the company as opposed to being a temp employee.  I did get a small raise, and I've changed my hours to start at 8p on work nights instead of 6p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty darn soon I'll be able to reasonable get a work-out in in the a.m., in the evening, or between jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7672651999292382552?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7672651999292382552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7672651999292382552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7672651999292382552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7672651999292382552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-job-news.html' title='Good job-news'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5625735343989032677</id><published>2009-01-14T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:45:26.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Other potential goals I haven't done</title><content type='html'>So what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Sunday that I ran, the first few steps were definitely painful, but each step got better. Within a few miles there was NO pain at all and I ran the full 10 miles. To be safe I went home and iced the previously painful area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Monday with DEFINITE pain. It hurt to walk on my left left. My left ankle felt "creaky" when I'd point it. Obviously I would be done running until it felt better. I still don't know what it was, although it reminds me of what I self-diagnosed as a stress fracture back in the fall of 2004. Same area and same sort of pain (but again, self-diagnosed). Although it has improved, I still occasionally get tweaks of pain, especially going down stairs or right away in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another goal I've had that I've never done is to eat nothing but Peeps for a month, or maybe during all of Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday at work I got to talking with a couple of co-workers about White Castle Crave cases (100 hamburgers) and I thought an interesting challenge would be to attempt to eat the entire case and then run/walk the number of miles needed to burn them off. At 140 calories apiece, that's maybe 140 miles? Then our marketing manager suggested that I didn't have to eat them all before the miles; maybe I could use them as sustenance DURING the run.  I'm not sure; would that degrade the challenge?  I do like the idea of running for 48 hours on a treadmill at Lifetime with a Crave Case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5625735343989032677?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5625735343989032677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5625735343989032677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5625735343989032677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5625735343989032677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-potential-goals-i-havent-done.html' title='Other potential goals I haven&apos;t done'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6770976687688695315</id><published>2009-01-04T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:11:23.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 miles'/><title type='text'>Go Wild</title><content type='html'>1/4/09 (Day 9): 10 miles (10min/mi). 4:30pm-6:30pm, listening to a couple of episodes of "Car Talk", which is not the best running show.  Slept a solid 10.5 hours last night and then dozed for another hour.  The leg definitely was bothersome at the beginning of the run, but gets BETTER as I run on it.  It was fine all last night, but a little bothersome this morning when I first got up.  I'm losing my voice and have a bit of a cough, but not feeling too poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I was now going to go watch the Wild game, but I think I am actually going to watch the last episode of Season 2 of "The Wire".  I still have season 3 from my brother, but I need to start thinking how I'm going to watch seasons 4-5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6770976687688695315?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6770976687688695315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6770976687688695315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6770976687688695315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6770976687688695315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-wild.html' title='Go Wild'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5411950423495160670</id><published>2009-01-03T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:07:52.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 miles'/><title type='text'>Leg pain</title><content type='html'>1/2/09 (Day 7): 10 miles (10min/mi x 8, 9min/mi x 2). 5pm-7pm, listening to solid music on the ipod.  Slept 5 hours the previous night both keeping RR company during mudding and also watch an episode or 2 of "The Wire".  I had planned to get up and run before work (starting about 4am, but the alarm went off and I decided I'd go into work (part time job) late instead, running between jobs.  Some continued left calf pain that lingered well into the night while walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3/09 (Day 8): 10 miles (10min/mi). 7:30pm-9:30pm. I'd planned on testing out my new ipod tuning gadget that allows me to listen to radio stations through the ipod, so I specifically waited until this evening to run so I could watch the Wild game with sound on the Lifetime t.v.s.  Unfortunately the game was not on Fox Sports so not on the LT t.v.  I watch Suze Orman instead.  The gadget works slick.  Slept an interrupted 6 hours or so, dozing between 5a-7a. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day where self-preservation almost kept me from running.  First of all, the left leg.  I'm not sure what's going on with it.  I don't think it's JUST muscle soreness, but I don't think it's something serious either--it's just not that quality of pain.  It was as bad as it had ever been today, and was noticeable on Wednesday (but almost non-existent during Thurs/Friday runs).  And by 6 miles in to the run today, it was essentially gone.  It's lower left leg, more in the back, but sometimes feels as if it is wrapping around the inner calf.  Stretching doesn't do much.  I notice it walking down the stairs--sometimes.  Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a sore throat.  At 9:30p last night (see... I'm in tune with my body).  I was at work, felt fine, and coughed, realizing that, oh, my throat hurts!  And I have a cough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the part time job at 3:10am last night and had a voicemail (two actually) from RR saying, "Dr. Diane:  Diamond Dave is stuck on Hwy 10 and needs gas.  He needs your help."  My part time job has no cell phone service at all, so I didn't get the message until I left the building and had no record of when the message was left (although I knew it was after my 11:15p break).  I called RR--no answer.  I called DD--out of service.  I called E-force and Big Scotty to try to attempt to get a current cell# for DD--no answer.  But along Hwy 10, 1/2 mile before my exit, I saw RR and DD on the side of the road, so I did a u-turn, helping them get more gas in the truck.  Ended up going to bed WAY late and letting DD sleep on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MORE snow?  Really?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5411950423495160670?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5411950423495160670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5411950423495160670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5411950423495160670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5411950423495160670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/leg-pain.html' title='Leg pain'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6641354428372758427</id><published>2009-01-01T19:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:52:42.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>12/31/08 (Day 5): 10 miles (10min/mi). 2pm-4pm. Listened to 2 episodes of "This American Life" podcast, which is equally dangerous as I'm just as likely to fall off the treadmill crying as I am laughing.  Slept 4 hours last night as I kept RR company while he mudded my new garage walls, but I did take a 3.5 hour nap late afternoon/early evening before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/1/09 (Day 6): 10 miles (10min/mi). 2pm-4pm. For some reason my ipod battery was dead--maybe I'd left it unlocked in my purse and a button turned it on so it played all night.  I don't know.  I ALMOST went home to charge it up and come back later, but as I have to run early tomorrow before work(s), I didn't want to do an evening run.  I did something I rarely do: a run without outside entertainment, only my thoughts to amuse me.  Not too bad.  Slept a broken 8 hours or so, dozing between 5a-7a and up for half an hour or so between 10a-11a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a twinge of left calf pain, but only slightly.  Remember I went from 0 miles per week to 20 miles in a week, to 70 miles per week, slightly more than the recommended mileage increase levels.  I've done it before successfully, but again, I might be nuts, but I'm not crazy.  If I am injured I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve last night had a pack of us out for dinner at Timberlodge Steakhouse and then to Rapids Bar and Grill to ring in the New Year.  Had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6641354428372758427?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6641354428372758427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6641354428372758427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6641354428372758427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6641354428372758427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7377607355129089461</id><published>2008-12-30T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:10:37.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Stop, let it stop, let it stop</title><content type='html'>12/30/08 (Day 4): 10 miles (10min/mi). 1pm-3pm. Listened to 2 episodes of "Wait, wait, Don't Tell Me" podcast, which is always a dangerous proposition (laughing while running on a treadmill).  Slept 4 hours last night, and am going to nap next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This snow is driving me nut-so.  Does it REALLY have to snow twice every week?  It makes my commute a living hell.  The only consolation is it tends to snow Monday night/Tuesdays, and I've been getting off early most Tuesdays so I at least miss that afternoon hellish commute.  I have shoveled my driveway a gazillion times, a chore that my poor fingers and toes don't enjoy--they turn ice cold within about 10 minutes, even with my $35 Cabela's brand gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RR is finishing my garage, insulating and sheet-rocking the remaining wall and a half that wasn't done when I bought the house.  A couple more coats of mud and I'll be able to park in the garage again.  A week parked outside during 20 degree weather is better than the 3 weeks I parked outside last winter in the coldest of the cold spells as my garage was then the workshop for staining and finishing all new trim and doors for the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7377607355129089461?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7377607355129089461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7377607355129089461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7377607355129089461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7377607355129089461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-stop-let-it-stop-let-it-stop.html' title='Let it Stop, let it stop, let it stop'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7581296529353553887</id><published>2008-12-29T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:00:00.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 miles'/><title type='text'>Voila!</title><content type='html'>12/29/08: 10 miles (10min/mi).  Started at 4am and out of the gym by 6:10a.  Listened to 2 episodes of Dave Ramsey podcast and half of "The Story" (about the relationship between a former frat kid and his former frat house cook).  Slept 40 minutes last night.  Why?  Because I haven't been to sleep before 2:30a in a week and half.  I knew if I went to bed I'd NEVER get up at 3:30a, so in order to not have to be so tired getting up, I just didn't go to bed.  I also was watching a borrowed 2nd season of "The Wire" (good show!).  I did sleep between 3:05-3:45a.    First 6 miles were so-so, then I had my startling revelation (see below) and my last 4 miles were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/28/08:  10 miles (10min/mi).  Started at 7:30a and out the door by 10p.  I had been at the tanning booth before running and used some "tingle" lotion that works by bringing all your blood to the skin surface (or something like that).  I was a red, overheated mess BEFORE I got to the gym.  Listened to 2 episodes of "The Story".  I thought the episode entitled "Feeling the Pinch" would be about bank/financial stuff, which I enjoy, but instead it was about the Maine Lobstermen feeling the "pinch" of the economy.  Good listen regardless.  Slept 7 hours the night before, the least amount in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/27/08:  10 miles (10min/mi).  Started at 1:30p and home by 3:45p.  Slept a good 10 hours on my couch the night before (purposefully, as it's not as comfortable as my bed and I didn't want to sleep 12 hours by accident and waste the day).  Also went back to the gym at 12:30a that late night with RR and did a upper body workout (bi's, tri's, and chest) and am lucky right now that I'm able to undress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't quite figure out why some days at the gym I feel just great on the treadmill, and others are such a struggle.  Some days I cruise along at an easy 10min/mi and do 10 miles no problem.  Other days I am able to get 10 miles in only by stopping and really NEEDING a break every 2 miles.  Those are the days that I am panting, unable to catch my breath, with heavy legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figured it out this morning, and it's very simple.  There's a giant fan in the ceiling, and if I'm running on a treadmill underneath it, all is well.  The treadmills on the other side of the row, well, I'm suffocating.  It must be really poor air circulation under those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking my next goal will be to run 10 miles every day.  In my mind I find that to be a fairly reasonable goal.  10 miles can be done in under 2 hours, and i could budget 2 hours of time including a shower.  And 2 hours a day at the gym is reasonable, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe... but if I'm working 18 hours that day and commuting 1.5hrs, maybe even 2 hours isn't, but I'm not going to think about that right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker, when asked about this potential goal, doesn't like it.  Her plan?  I should run to Fargo, do the Fargo marathon with her, and then run home.  That's dreaming too big for me: I can't afford the time off from work (a week each way, I think).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7581296529353553887?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7581296529353553887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7581296529353553887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7581296529353553887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7581296529353553887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/voila.html' title='Voila!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-390003899716760938</id><published>2008-12-12T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:24:44.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update-- I need a sponsor</title><content type='html'>Well, I did my 9 miles on no sleep on Tuesday, worked until 3:30p, got home, shoveled, and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm went off at 2:45 on Wednesday and I said, NO WAY, and slept for 2 more hours.  Worked (6:15a-5p) and then did my 10 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Thursday was a 2 job day, I had no choice but to do the miles in the morning.  So less than 8 hours after I got off the treadmill the night before, back I was at it, doing my 11miles (before work at 6:15a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST didn't run on Thursday.  I started getting a sore throat sometime early Wednesday, and by the end of the day my voice was getting pretty hoarse.  I took a bite of my toast on Thursday morning and was met with intense pain.  I don't have any interest in getting myself sick, and I hesitated, but decided to do the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, Friday.  I guess this is it.  No miles for me today.  I started coughing overnight, my throat still hurts, and I'm a little stuffed up.  I slept for 10+ hours, and again, since I have no desire to get myself sick, I'm not running today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs feel fine, and if not sick, I know I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this goal, and I think for the rest of the month I'll try to run the miles if I'm healthy and if it isn't going to mean no sleep at all.  I'll keep trying, but the part time job really means I can't sanely complete this goal.  The part time job means I have a couple nights a week that I can only get 3 hours of sleep, and running 15-20 miles day after day instead of sleep just really won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support of my commenters; I appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-390003899716760938?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/390003899716760938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=390003899716760938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/390003899716760938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/390003899716760938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-i-need-sponsor.html' title='Update-- I need a sponsor'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1401290617807056882</id><published>2008-12-09T03:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:48.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional goal info</title><content type='html'>This info will be in a slightly mottled form as I'm running on no sleep.  Literally, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tuesday is a continuation of Monday, that began with a 8 mile run started at 3:45am, an 11h work day, straight through a blizzard to the part-time gig (arrived late due to snow), and then we were so busy we were kept late (until 2:45a!), back into the blizzard and horrible roads.  Since I have to be back at work today at 6:30a in Plymouth, I'm going to head out to do my 9 miles now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I rejoined Lifetime Fitness, so I'm running on the treadmill there.  I could run outside, but I can't stand the cold and am really not that eager or willing to do so.  MAYBE on Christmas Day if the gym is closed and I'm still reaching for my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I'm doing 10min/mi.  Usually fairly comfortable for me, but considering my lack of training this fall, not as easy as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I don't have my own personal t.v. at the gym, so I listen to my ipod.  Sometimes I listen to music, sometimes to podcasts.  Yesterday I almost fell off the treadmill laughing at Denis Leary on "Wait, Wait, Don't tell Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--There is no pool at work, although this was discussed.  My thoughts were if they were to have a pool they should keep it secret from me so I am unable to consciously/unconsciously choose the outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have no idea how long I can keep it up.  Physically if it weren't for work I could probably do the mileage.  Realistically with the time commitment, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Half a dozen people have asked me or insuated that I of course won't run my miles on Christmas Eve/Day, to which I respond, of COURSE I'll run.  I'll have the 24th-28th darn close to completely off of work, so I can easily find the time to run the miles if my body hasn't given up on me.  It's 29th-31st that worries me, when I have to work many hours while running 5 hours a day?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No less than 4 co-workers asked me today if I had ran.  And now that I'm running again, I get to return to the typical comments I get from people who don't really know I run... "You ran HOW many miles before work today?!??  WHAT time did you get up?"  And of course, "I don't even want to DRIVE 'X' miles"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of the update and I'm heading back to the gym (9miles).  I work all day Tuesday and then will come home and sleep until Wednesday I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1401290617807056882?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1401290617807056882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1401290617807056882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1401290617807056882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1401290617807056882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/additional-goal-info.html' title='Additional goal info'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3887301902502408983</id><published>2008-12-06T16:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:22:31.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December goal</title><content type='html'>I got the idea in my head a few days ago that in December I'd attempt to run a mile for each day of the month that it was.  For example, today, on 12/6, I ran 6 miles.  I made the mistake of mentioning the idea to quite a few co-workers, so now I'll have a harder time giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically, I don't know if I have the time or the ability to do it, what with my pretty pathetic training amounts of the last few months.  But I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 3-6: Ran 3 miles the evening of the 3rd, 4 miles the morning of the 4th, 5 miles yesterday before working the afternoon, and 6 miles early afternoon today.  So far, so good.  For some reason yesterday's 5 miles were tough and I thought that I was in for trouble; if I can't even do 5 miles without struggling, how would I get later in the month?  But today I did 6 without struggle, so we'll continue on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3887301902502408983?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3887301902502408983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3887301902502408983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3887301902502408983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3887301902502408983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-goal.html' title='December goal'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1659424274046632517</id><published>2008-12-06T16:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:18:55.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed my Starving Children</title><content type='html'>Last night as part of a work Holiday party we went out to volunteer for &lt;a href="http://www.fmsc.org/"&gt;Feed My Starving Children&lt;/a&gt;.  We spent about an hour bagging up meals that are sent to missions.  The work was fun, although I attribute that more to my co-workers than to the actual "fun quotient" of the work.  We also got to sample the food when we were all finished, and the vast majority of my group thought it was disgusting.  I didn't think it was too bad.  The meals are made up of a chicken flavored nutrient powder, dried vegetables, a soy product, and rice.  I might look into going out and volunteering there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1659424274046632517?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1659424274046632517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1659424274046632517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1659424274046632517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1659424274046632517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/feed-by-starving-children.html' title='Feed my Starving Children'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-236811572604831532</id><published>2008-11-15T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:55:14.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>To know the truth</title><content type='html'>I got a lot of reading done while I was in Atlanta, between airports and all the airport-associated waiting and evenings back at the hotel room with not much else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I started a book about the&lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/0465026141.asp"&gt; identity of DeepThroat&lt;/a&gt; (written in 2000) that looked really good--so good, in fact, that I had renewed it from the library to their limit and I had to return it on the 12th.  In it the author began at the introduction stating how he would prove that Deep Throat was John Sears.  Wait a second, I thought, he's not Deep Throat!  So I stopped reading the book.  I still have "All the President's Men" on my to-read (and to-watch) list, and I certainly don't want to confuse myself.  (Note, I just attached the hyperlink book review and the review makes the book look really good.  I'm kind of regretting returning the book to the library unread, but alas, I was out of time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my book of irony:  &lt;a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/product/9780071422208"&gt;The Coming Crash of the Housing Marke&lt;/a&gt;t (written in 2003).  I bet a lot of people are kicking themselves that they didn't read this book and prepare themselves!  I found the book very interesting, and it took me exactly the length of a flight from Atlanta to MN to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Atlanta I also read a couple works of fiction, more specifically two books by Jodi Piccoult ("Mercy" and "The Tenth Circle").  Good enough.  Her books are easy reads with fairly good stories and make good time fillers.  I don't read a lot of fiction.  I have a long history of skipping the unnecessary words while reading... I just don't feel like reading a paragraph describing the texture of a dress or something, so I typically skip to dialogue.  I distinctly remember my parents doubting my true reading speed as a kid, understanding that I finished books much faster than would be possible.  Once they gave me a test... gave me a short amount of time to read a passage in the book, and then quizzed me on the details.  One of the questions was "What did so-and-so eat for lunch?"  I had no clue.  The answer was "nothing"--in the book this kid says he ran out the door without eating.  Fine, I was busted.  I did NOT read and take in every bit of the book, but really?  Was it that important? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do this with movies, especially action movies.  Why do I need a long fight scene?  My mind tends to wander and I tune back in when there's a winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-236811572604831532?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/236811572604831532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=236811572604831532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/236811572604831532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/236811572604831532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-know-truth.html' title='To know the truth'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-2464096623100995932</id><published>2008-11-07T16:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:06:05.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta musings</title><content type='html'>I've been going through books like there was no tomorrow, what with audiobooks at the part time job.  Over a 3 day period I listened to both &lt;a href="http://www.billoreilly.com/culturewarrior"&gt;"Culture Warrior"&lt;/a&gt; by Bill O'Reilly and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_America_%28And_So_Can_You%21%29"&gt;"I am American and So Can You!"&lt;/a&gt; by Steven Colbert.  Very interesting juxtaposition, as the latter is essentially a parody of the first.  And you know what?  I liked BOTH of the books, taking the first seriously and having a jolly good time listening to the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember the accident a few years back where a survivor was hospitalized for a month before it was realized it was not who they thought it was?  Very tragic.  I listened to the book &lt;a href="http://blog.mlive.com/kzgazette/2008/03/mistake_identity_van_ryn_cerak.html"&gt;"Mistaken Identity"&lt;/a&gt; and was entertained (in a most compassionate way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I listened to the book &lt;a href="http://www.gladwell.com/blink/"&gt;Blink&lt;/a&gt; and it was absolutely GREAT!  It was recommended to me and I dutifully put it on my to-read list and I loved it.  I was enthralled by certain sections and after finishing it, almost started from the beginning again.  Stew: if you liked "Stumbling On Happiness" you should read this one, too, as it covers similar ground surrounding how a person's brain works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reporting to you from most lovely Atlanta, where I am until next Tuesday for a work conference.  I enjoy most of the classes I take, although admittedly some more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless Joe told me that someone was threatening to kill himself from jumping from some window of my hotel.  Sure enough, there was a cop out front, but I saw no potential jumper, nor any evidence of a successful jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was upgraded for me beyond any possible reason: I am in a 2 bedroom apartment suite, so yes, even though I am only 1 person, I have two double beds from which to choose.  I also have 2 full bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and in case I have subjects coming to beg for something, a separate sitting room as well.  It's almost too much room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-2464096623100995932?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2464096623100995932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=2464096623100995932' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2464096623100995932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2464096623100995932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/atlanta-musings.html' title='Atlanta musings'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-2647689640871862605</id><published>2008-11-02T20:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:27:56.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More leaves, treadmills, and money</title><content type='html'>I finished my leaf project in 3 hours today before going in to pick up some hours at my part-time job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final tally was about 7 hours and 8 big lawn and leaf bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start a compost pile, something I'd been considering for awhile.  So, in the corner of my backyard I dumped the equivalent of 2 big bags of the pulverized leaf material as a start.  I think I'm going to try to find a couple of pallets from a local store of some sort to create a couple walls.  In addition I am going to try to mow mine/RR's lawn one last time to collect the grass clippings to add to the pile.  When I'm going to do this, especially with the dark evenings, I do not know.  Most likely will work Wednesday night at ptj (part time job), get up Thursday a.m., mow, make sure I'm packed, maybe head into work for a few hours, and then I have a evening flight to Atlanta for a work meeting, not getting back until next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTJ is good, as I get a lot of podcast and audiobook listening in, and the work is easy (simple data entry).  It's nice making a little extra money to pay off some of my debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work co-workers and I will sometime chat about the economy.  I find it interesting that while most everyone I talk to is bemoaning the fact that they are upside down in their mortgages, I actually have 2 houses that are both worth more (based on tax value) than what I owe on them.  I'm holding firm on my belief that the economy will turn around and my homes, purchased low, will have been good investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a pile of credit card debt, mainly important house stuff (like furnaces) as I've always been good with money and have not been prone to impulse spending or getting way out of control.  (Except, as I told V last weekend, I probably didn't NEED to buy the 43" television the day before my annual superbowl party [to which you are all invited] to make sure the Nightman was completely satisfied with the party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 12 credit cards, but I used to have way more.  Right after high school I used to collect credit cards, applying for as many as I could and getting all the free t-shirts.  I even had a card in the name of my friend Nora's dog Bonnie (see my last post to read about Nora in my first webpage from the late '90's).  After I received the card in her name, I started getting credit offers for her.  Eventually Bonnie passed on, yet I still got credit offers--for a dead dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media warns of being careful of cards cutting credit limits.  Not mine... I've had 2 cards in the last two weeks raise my credit limits.  Fine by me, because my credit score will improve because I'll be using a lower percentage of my credit limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far back as high school I used to tell people I was good for the economy: I always enjoyed working and making money, but I also enjoyed spending it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my old treadmill finally died, I bought a new one, cancelling my gym membership and justifying it saying my treadmill payment was $0.08 more than my gym membership.  So I had a nice treadmill and committed to turning my garage into a workout room of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:  Treadmill is additional debt.  Also, I wasn't using it because either I was getting home WAY too late from ptj and didn't want to wake my renter, or I was exhausted and going to bed early.  There was no way to force myself into a routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sold the treadmill.  Posted it on craigslist and had it sold (with only a slight loss) within a few days.  It felt really good to turn that money around and pay off the card it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no treadmill and no gym membership.  I have considered just running outside for free.  Well, again, because of ptj, I don't feel secure running around Coon Rapids at 3am (whereas yes, I would go to the gym at 3am).  So now I'm considering joining Lifetime again, as it is 0.25 miles away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may also try to run outside at least one weekend day a week, but we'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem:  I spend 20+ hours per week at ptj listening to audiobooks/podcasts.  Can I really train on a treadmill at the gym and listen to it MORE?  Any ideas for a small DVD player I can balance on the treadmill so I can watch my shows?  Or maybe not balance, but somehow prop in the book holder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-2647689640871862605?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2647689640871862605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=2647689640871862605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2647689640871862605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2647689640871862605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-leaves-treadmills-and-money.html' title='More leaves, treadmills, and money'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6584746131812599089</id><published>2008-11-02T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:57:09.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first webpage</title><content type='html'>Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/diane81178/index.html"&gt;very first webpage&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm stumbled upon the link a little bit ago and am shocked that it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was made in 1997-98 time period and I worked on it for about a week before never touching it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6584746131812599089?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6584746131812599089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6584746131812599089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6584746131812599089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6584746131812599089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-webpage.html' title='My first webpage'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7663823705156921813</id><published>2008-11-02T01:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:23:15.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>For my b-day present (back in August) I asked my parents for money to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.toro.com/home/yardtools/blowervacs/51599.html"&gt;leaf blower/sucker mulcher&lt;/a&gt;.  I finally got the opportunity to use it this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between my yard and RR's yard is a HUGE sugar maple (legally it's HIS tree, but it drapes my entire side yard).  It's because of this tree that during the summer months I'm unable to "monitor" him from my bedroom window into his living room.  Note: I don't do that and wouldn't do that even without the tree.  The tree provides a lot of shade that probably brings down my summer cooling costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roots are very close to the surface, making it tough to mow around.  The roots also make it difficult for grass to grow, so it's not that big of a deal.  It also drops a ton of leaves, and as the leaves inconveniently for me drop during fall hunting season while RR is away, I have taken it upon myself to "deal with" the leaves in both our yards.  Again, this is his entire backyard and my side yard, my front yard (another big sugar maple) and my backyard (2 sugar maples--one in my backyard and the other one just over the border in my other neighbor's yard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I raked.  And raked and raked and raked.  I was sore and had blisters all over my hands (well, honestly I think it was only one blister, but it hurt and was in a poorly located spot).  I had big paper bags from Home Depot that I dutifully filled, one after another.  When all was said and done I put 20+ hours into the project and it took 25 of the big bags filled twice.  (How did I do that?  Eforce took me and my leaves to the Anoka County compost place to dump the first batch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to try the blower/sucker thing and so far so good.  The most frustrating part is the extension cords; I have to be very careful else I pull out a connection on one of the 3 cords.  Yes, I could have gotten a gas powered machine, but I think that would have been tougher to maintain through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blower part is fantastic.  I VERY quickly blew all the leaves into multiple large piles.  The vacuuming is slower than blowing, but I believe faster than the bagging by hand.  Also much less physical work.  The machine also mulches the leaves down to (advertised) 1/16th of their original size.  I tend to believe the advertising because when I dump the bag the leaves are close to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am halfway done or so in about 4 hours and have 5 big lawn and leaf bags filled.  Talking to my mom tonight I think I may start a compost pile in my backyard and may just dump the leaves I take care of tomorrow into a pile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7663823705156921813?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7663823705156921813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7663823705156921813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7663823705156921813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7663823705156921813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3793619623801572552</id><published>2008-10-25T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:36:08.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Halloween Hayride</title><content type='html'>Today's the day Van and Tim hold the hayride through their yard to scare and entertain their high school nieces and all their friends.  I've agreed to help out and told them I'd be over around 2p, which will be problematic as they live 1h5min away (thank you new hwy 212) and it's currently 1:30-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dressed in two layers of black clothes and have a piece of black velvet to drape around me.  Word has it that I might be the corpse lying in a grave, reaching my arm out at the appropriate time.  There will be THREE chainsaw wielding lunatics this year, but I don't think I've been upgrade to that choice role.  Last year I hung out by the fire with the kids who, at 2 and 4 yrs old did not need much convincing that the ride would be too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess last night Vanessa had her mom invite over all her church lady friends for dinner, and not to mention that they were going to be the dress rehearsal hayride riders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3793619623801572552?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3793619623801572552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3793619623801572552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3793619623801572552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3793619623801572552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/annual-halloween-hayride.html' title='Annual Halloween Hayride'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1136240941693360413</id><published>2008-10-24T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:43:52.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>What has Diane been reading/listening to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1316/is_5_32/ai_62215214"&gt;"Me Against My Brother"&lt;/a&gt;: I can't find my original blog on this book,  but I think during my first review I couldn't remember the title.  Well, the title came to me.  This is a book I really enjoyed that I read in Wyoming last summer (2007).  It tells about a journalist's experience in war torn areas in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Into_the_Wild"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Into the Wild"&lt;/a&gt;:  Listed to it on audiobook.  I loved "Into Thin Air" and this was written by the same author and tells the story of a 20-something year old who walked into the wilderness to live off the land.  He wasn't successful, dying within 5 months or something.  Not as good as "Into Thin Air" but worth my time.  My favorite part of the book was when the author Jon Krakauer was telling the story about one of his close calls on the side of a mountain.  I guess the book is a movie now.  Have not seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Innocent_Man"&gt;"The Innocent Man"&lt;/a&gt;:  LOVED this book by John Grisham.  Listened to it on audiobook.  The whole book was read in such a way that I guessed it was nonfiction and found out for sure during the epilogue at the end.  I'd definitely recommend this book, about two men who were wrongly convicted for a rape/murder and spent years in prison/death row before DNA evidence exonerated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwithoutus.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The World Without Us"&lt;/a&gt;:  I had considered purchasing this book to take to Wyoming with me last year, so was pleased to find it at the library on audio book.  Well, I just couldn't handle listening to it; my mind continually wandered off before I got through the first CD.  I'll have to check out the actual book to read, as I still find the book's premise interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1136240941693360413?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1136240941693360413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1136240941693360413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1136240941693360413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1136240941693360413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/latest-book-review.html' title='What has Diane been reading/listening to?'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4513313050468299071</id><published>2008-10-18T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:51:19.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One last trip</title><content type='html'>I'm heading up north for one last fall trip.  Not camping, but staying in the same cabins we were at over Memorial Day.  I'll definitely update this blog when I get back to town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4513313050468299071?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4513313050468299071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4513313050468299071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4513313050468299071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4513313050468299071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-last-trip.html' title='One last trip'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3533209049577581452</id><published>2008-10-11T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:34:20.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Wild Home Opener</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the Wild's home/season opener and I'm taking my dad to the game for his b-day as I have each of the last 7 years or so (every season except the first when I didn't have tickets and the year of the lock-out when we didn't play).  We're going to eat at Matty B's, otherwise known as the restaurant that is right next door to the parking ramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book review:  Last night while working I listened to "Into the Wild" on audiobook.  My review?  It was so-so.  My favorite part of the book was when Jon Krakauer was talking about his own life and the story about one of his climbs in Alaska.  I was expecting to enjoy it as much as I did "Into Thin Air", but I didn't.  I think its grade suffered a bit in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job I'm working part-time to make a little bit of money.  It's data entry and super easy.  The best part about it is I can listen to my ipod or CD's.  I've listened to a pile of podcasts I've downloaded and went to the library yesterday to grab some audiobooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3533209049577581452?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3533209049577581452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3533209049577581452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3533209049577581452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3533209049577581452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/wild-home-opener.html' title='Wild Home Opener'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5617076762478868761</id><published>2008-10-08T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:18:29.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip--Aborted</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive.  I just haven't been doing too much that's interesting and worth blogging (not that that has stopped me before).  I started a new part time job that keeps me entertained some evenings during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we had big plans for our end of the year camping trip up to Jay Cook State Park.  In a couple weeks RR and V will be leaving for WY to go mule deer hunting and will come back to 5 solid weeks of MN hunting.  Me, being a freeze baby, have already started curling up inside my house, avoiding the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Jay Cook:  we drove past it on the way up north purposely choosing to head to Two Harbors to set up deer stands first.  We knew that it was possible that the campground might be full when we returned, but we weren't worried; we'd just camp at Banning or Moose Lake State Parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, arriving at 8:30p we found the campground jam packed.  We got to Moose Lake about half an hour later to find the campground empty except an odd 50-something year old man.  He asked us a random question as we stood outside the deserted ranger station, filling out the campground self-registration.  He pulled up next to us again when we reached our campsite, asking another random question/statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up camp (tents, sleeping bags, the whole works) and attempted to get a fire going.  We'd had to drive in to town to buy wood that was ended up being green, making it tough to get the fire going on a night that really needed a fire to warm it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... the odd 50-something started acting... freaky and odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campground was empty except for him and us.  There are 2-3 different loops containing a total of about 30 sites, none that were in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 9p and 11:30p this man performed the following loop:  Drive slowly around the loop we were in, pass our site, stop, back up slowly, sit for 30 seconds, start driving, and disappear.  15 minutes later he'd repeat it.  15 minutes later AGAIN, he repeated it.  But he started stopping longer and longer near us.  Finally, at 11:30p he stopped, backed up, turned his lights off, on, off, on, and then pulled into the site right next to us where he apparently decided to set up camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fab 4 had a meeting and decided this guy was WAY too strange for us to camp next to in an empty campground.  We had not seen a ranger all night, and decided it wasn't worth it.  We packed up and left by midnight, arriving home just after 2am.  It was a 14hour trip: our shortest, most expedited trip ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5617076762478868761?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5617076762478868761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5617076762478868761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5617076762478868761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5617076762478868761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/camping-trip-aborted.html' title='Camping Trip--Aborted'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7125366120224513456</id><published>2008-09-24T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:52:14.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Admiral Barky</title><content type='html'>My last trip to the library I brought a list of books that were on my "to-read" list; unfortunately the library only had one of about 10 of them, so I wandered up and down the aisles and picked out about 5 random books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadow Divers" was one of my random finds.  The dust cover started out by saying: "In the tradition of Jon Krakauer's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into Thin Air&lt;/span&gt;..." and I was hooked.  I loved "Into Thin Air".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadow Divers" was a very interesting book that did keep me interested the whole time.  I know NOTHING about deep sea diving, or wreak diving, or any sort of diving.  I have no interest in EVER diving.  None.  Zero.  The thought of doing it scares me (whereas the idea of climbing Mt. Everest enthralls me).  Both are actually quite dangerous, but diving is a sport I don't ever want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, this was a really good book.  I learned a lot about diving.  I learned a lot about U-boats (well, not a lot.  Nothing specific.  In fact, it'd be more accurate to say I learned a lot about all there would be to learn about U boats).  I really like submarine movies, especially depth charges.  And the "ah-OOG-a, ah-OOG-a" siren that goes off right before the captain yells, "Dive!  Dive!  Dive!"  And how about that American Express card commercial that takes place on the sub, highlighting how you can have any picture you want on your card, even "Admiral Barky" the dog of the sub captain.  That's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really good book I'd definitely recommend.  I want to watch the Nova special about this true story (did I mention it's a true story?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7125366120224513456?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7125366120224513456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7125366120224513456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7125366120224513456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7125366120224513456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/admiral-barky.html' title='Admiral Barky'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4240229134120442419</id><published>2008-09-23T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:57:23.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>I told you so! Treadmill day 91</title><content type='html'>I ended up with a surprise day off due to the plumbing emergency my doctor had at her house, causing her to cancel clinic.  I wanted to go golfing, but the pounding rain says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was talking to a co-worker about the upcoming Whistlestop Marathon less than 3 weeks away, which I'm 90% likely to do.  I mentioned to him that I really had not been training for it.  "Are you going to?" he asked, to which I replied, essentially, when you're 3 weeks out, what you see is what you get.  Not totally true, but good enough of a response for a lay person.  Then he asked if I was in shape enough to just go out and run a marathon without training at all.  Yup, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing I'll finish Whistlestop in 4:30 or less, which isn't too shabby for not training.  I'll probably go out and aim to break 4:00 and fail, coming in around 4:15-20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the fall of 2006 into 2007 I liked to tell people that I wanted to be fit enough that with a day's notice I could run a marathon in under 4h.  And at that point I could.  I ran Boston without training in 3:54 in April of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today with my expanse of free time I decided to see what I could do.  I was aiming to run a marathon on my treadmill in under 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came close, finishing in 4:43.  I would have made my goal had I eaten any breakfast (had not) or if I had fueled along the way (did not).  This lack of fuel also became part of my personal challenge today--to see how well I could do running a marathon I didn't train for on no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did that go?  Well, got to about mile 18 before I really started to not like it.  Kept up my 10min/mi pace through 21.36 miles, when I stopped the treadmill.  You think running a looped course is tough, that it can be hard to pass your car every mile, or 2 miles, or 10 miles and decide to keep going?  Yeah, well it's that much more mentally tough on a treadmill, where all you have to do is push "STOP" and you can be in the shower 3 minutes later and asleep on your couch in 10.  I restarted the treadmill and did a tough last 4.84, keeping my running pace going for 0.30 of a mile at a time followed by a 0.20 mile 4mph walk.  But I finished.  And I finished almost 6 episodes of "The Shield".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 150 treadmill miles.  What a nice round number.  Good thing I didn't give up at mile 21.36.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4240229134120442419?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4240229134120442419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4240229134120442419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4240229134120442419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4240229134120442419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-told-you-so-treadmill-day-91.html' title='I told you so! Treadmill day 91'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7633149993987162877</id><published>2008-09-22T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:38:49.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the Burn</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend in the BWCA (hiking, not canoeing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Friday early afternoon and headed up through Two Harbors to Bear Head State Park.  We got there rather late (7:30p), set up camp, and relaxed by the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning before the rest of the group was up, I explored some of the park's trails.  I walked a 5k loop with the &lt;a href="http://www.nstt.org/"&gt;NorthStar Trail Travelers Volksport&lt;/a&gt; group because they were there.  The gentleman I walked with told me if I had enough energy I could walk the 2nd 5k loops they had, but alas, I had to get back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked the Angleworm Trail that started 1/2 hour north of Ely.  The weather was perfect: 65-70 degrees during the day and down to about 35-40 overnight.  The leaves were just beginning to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail around the lake was advertised as 12, but we're guessing it to be closer to 16.  We hiked 4.5 hours in on Saturday and 4.5 hours out on Sunday, all with 40lb packs (or so) on our backs.  (Anyone want a way to feel like the Superior hiking trail races are EASY...?  Wear a pack for a few hours of hiking before the race starts and your feet will fly over the trails!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs have that pleasant sore feeling they get when I really push myself, and it feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7633149993987162877?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7633149993987162877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7633149993987162877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7633149993987162877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7633149993987162877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/feel-burn.html' title='Feel the Burn'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3526444931101057208</id><published>2008-09-18T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:53:00.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 81-87</title><content type='html'>My goal this week was to finish Season 6 of "The Shield".  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Sept. 13: I started the 1st episode and got about 10 minutes into it before I realized that I really didn't feel like running.  So I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Sept. 14: I had PLENTY of time to kill on this rainy afternoon that wouldn't allow me to golf.  But I realized I still didn't feel like running, so I got stuff done around the house and watched 3 episodes of medical mysteries on TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Sept. 15-18:Do you really want to hear the excuses why I didn't hit the treadmill at all?  They involve a new renter moving in and me not wanting to keep her awake, &lt;a href="http://www.twincities.com/ci_10412502"&gt;going to a play&lt;/a&gt; that my co-worker is in, making a screen window, applying for part time jobs, packing for the boundary waters, and &lt;a href="http://www.robertkurson.com/book.html"&gt;reading&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Sept. 19:  Leaving for the Boundary Waters tomorrow morning for a hiking/backpacking trip.  I think we're going to hike &lt;a href="http://www.canoecountry.com/plan/trails/anglewor.htm"&gt;Angleworm trail&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 123.8 treadmill miles. 0 miles for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whistlestopmarathon.com/"&gt;Whistlestop Marathon&lt;/a&gt; is still my intention for October 11th, although I'm woefully untrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal next week will be (again) to finish Season 6 of "The Shield".  That's about 8.3 hours of running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3526444931101057208?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3526444931101057208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3526444931101057208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3526444931101057208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3526444931101057208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/treadmill-day-81-87.html' title='Treadmill Day 81-87'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1853211736738715070</id><published>2008-09-17T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:07:19.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a renter/a.k.a. the saga of Lyin' Lynn</title><content type='html'>I'm looking for a renter for my house in Anoka, and I'd appreciate it if any of you all readers keep it in mind if you hear of anyone looking for a place.  You can pull up pictures and updates of the house &lt;a href="http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-from-anoka-after.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-deck-at-party-central.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-400k-bathroom.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is gorgeous!  A person can share the house with just one other adult for $650 + utilities (they'd have 3 private bedrooms) or could have just one bedroom for $400 + utilities and maybe have to share the house with 2 other adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough time has gone by that I'm going to vent and tell the story of Lyin' Lynn.  I'm hoping that she does not regularly check my blog (as she and I had previously exchanged emails and she could conceivably have my blog address).  But even if she does read this, I'm going to speak only the truth.  It might be interesting to get a comment from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn signed a 12 month lease that began the beginning of July + pro-rated rent for the last half of June.  She and her daughter moved in knowing that Randy still had 2 complete weeks of work on the house including installing the AC, dishwasher, microwave, finishing some woodwork inside, and finishing some repair outside.  Lynn assured us that that would be fine, as she worked long hours at her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... she moved in and was always home!  Always!  And not only that, each morning she'd have a couple of kids over at the house with her.  It became very clear to me, RR, and Eforce that she didn't really have a full-time job, that what she REALLY was was a babysitter.  RR was forced to do all the outdoor work first (which he was fine with) because the inside stuff is much more difficult with people walking back and forth (especially kids).  Can you imagine varnishing stair railings with kids running around?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything to her before Wyoming because I didn't want to deal with it right before a long trip and I wanted to make sure she paid me for July before I left.  Once we got back and Randy was over there finishing up the last few days of the patio door/deck project, it was clear that we were correct: she still had the kids over every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her and basically told her that we had to stick with her lease agreement that states that the house is for residential use only and that she could not run a daycare or a babysitting business out of the house.  She said a bunch of stupid stuff, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"I didn't have the kids over for the last two weeks!" (yeah, right... you want me to believe that every day that RR, Eforce, or I are around you have the kids, but when we are in Wyoming you conveniently don't have them at all?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"So you're saying that K (her daughter) can't have a friend sleep over?!" (umm... no.  I'm saying you can't run a daycare out of the house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately she said she'd watch the kids someplace else.  Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the air conditioner.  Because that was an "indoor" project for RR, and Lynn and the kids were always around the house, the installation of the AC was put off until the end of the 2 weeks.  Lynn was VERY hyper about the AC because she said the heat was bad for her asthma, and I guess the ceiling fans in every single room of the house wasn't good enough for her.  The AC went in the last day before we left for Wyoming and works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back from Wyoming, and probably a week later RR and I notice while over there that the AC is set to 68 degrees!  And it is on FULL blast, roaring day and night regardless of whether anyone is home.  Eforce never really was observant and noticed this, but we pointed it out to him and told him that he would end up paying an arm and a leg if he didn't set it higher.  So he talked to Lynn about compromising: setting it at 74 degrees when someone was home and 78 when nobody was around.  She said that was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously it wasn't.  I called her on the evening of August 1st, reminding her that rent had been due by 5pm that day and I hadn't received it.  We left for my cabin the next day.  Sunday night as we were packing up the trailer I get a text message from her (yes, she's that mature of a 37 yo) stating that she had packed her things up and was moving out because she won't rent from someone who tells her who she can have over and that she needs the house to be colder.  She said she'd leave me August rent on the 5th when she'd come by to pick up the last of the stuff from the garage.  She had this idea that rent was due on the 5th because she can't comprehend that the lease says that rent is due the 1st and she won't receive a late fee until the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention she'd signed a 12 month lease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back, and sure enough, she's gone.  I post a new ad on Craigs list that night to try to replace her, stating that the space is available immediately.  She emails me the next morning saying she saw my ad and that if I'm advertising it to be available immediately, then she's not going to pay me for August.  I think her exact words were something to the effect of "I was trying to be respectful and responsible..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here we are 6 weeks later and still no one to replace her (hence why I started advertising the space available as "immediately".  If she'd have had a conversation with me I could have told her that if I found anyone for a portion of August I might be willing to pro-rate some of the rent back to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My utility bill for the month of crazy AC was $350!  And of course she's not paying any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, money has been tight and unfortunately this played into why I couldn't afford to take off time from work to go do Superior Trail runs this year.  I don't have a sponsor yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1853211736738715070?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1853211736738715070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1853211736738715070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1853211736738715070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1853211736738715070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-for-renteraka-saga-of-lyin-lynn.html' title='Looking for a renter/a.k.a. the saga of Lyin&apos; Lynn'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4159627197075856602</id><published>2008-09-15T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:23:10.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualifying for Boston</title><content type='html'>I qualified for the Boston marathon at Fargo in 2006.  Here are &lt;a href="http://www.asiorders.com/view_user_event.asp?EVENTID=10654&amp;amp;BIB=340&amp;amp;S=230&amp;amp;PWD="&gt;some pics&lt;/a&gt;, and yes, I ran the race in a supergirl costume, and no, it was not Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fargo-ians really got a kick out of the costume.  I was interviewed for the paper (as I stood outside the Fargodome after the race, waiting for a locksmith to come and unlock my keys from the car).  I also had a reporter and her video guy running along side of me with a microphone interviewing me at mile 11.  I believe she told me I was half-way there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first marathon I really trained for with a specific goal in mind and without getting injured.  My first marathon was, well, my first.  I was injured and had to take 6-8 of the 10 weeks before my 2nd and 3rd marathons off of running. So Fargo, my 4th, was my first real serious attempt to qualify.  I needed a 3:40 to qualify (being a 27 year old F at the time), and my race bib was 340.  I finished in 3:38 and some change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my car in the parking lot of the Fargodome the night before (not going to pay for a hotel) and I ran the race in Pearl Izumi shoes that I bought at the expo the day before (yes, brand spankin' new shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my keys in my car unlocked, and this was the day that I learned that my car had a "safety" feature of automatically locking if the keys were out of the ignition and the doors locked.  So after the run, instead of celebrating, I stood around sweaty and salty for an hour waiting for a locksmith to show up.  This was after having to beg a passerby to use their cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was STILL dressed in the supergirl costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to seriously train for another marathon I'd like to break 3:30, and I think I have the ability to do that (assuming that I train for it).  If and when I do Whistlestop in, oh, just under 4 weeks, I'll be happy to break 4h.  Realistically I'll probably be 4:10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4159627197075856602?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4159627197075856602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4159627197075856602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4159627197075856602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4159627197075856602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/qualifying-for-boston.html' title='Qualifying for Boston'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3286013398691862717</id><published>2008-09-14T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:49:57.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My former alter-ego</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned to anyone lately that I was part of the MN Rollergirls a few years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me, during my brief stint as &lt;a href="http://www.mnrollergirls.com/teams/atomic_bombshells/dr_dbauchery.php"&gt;Dr. D. Bauchery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are from fall 2005.  The profile is almost completely made up except for: RR has told me that my childhood was like Laura Ingalls (I think he made that comparison as recently as today).  I also did use to enjoy White Russians (especially made with Vanilla Vodka).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the summer of 2005 and played through the '05-06 season and began the '06 season, dropping out in the fall of 2006.  Why?  Because I just didn't care that much.  I really enjoyed practicing and skating.  I loved the speed drills and endurance drills.  I had a great time throwing myself down on my knees (knee pads) and sliding.  I just really did not care about the bouts at all.  Or strategy.  I REALLY didn't care, and that did not jive very well with most of the people on the league who were very passionate about rollerderby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun while it lasted, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3286013398691862717?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3286013398691862717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3286013398691862717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3286013398691862717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3286013398691862717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-former-alter-ego.html' title='My former alter-ego'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7912766558619004539</id><published>2008-09-14T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:50:04.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>"Stumbling on Happiness"</title><content type='html'>I have no clue where &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kvpa/gilbert/about.html"&gt;this book title&lt;/a&gt; came from to end up on my "to-read" list.  But on it it was, and at my library it also was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good book that discusses what makes people happy, what people think will make them happy (and why it doesn't), how the brain works in relation to a person's memory and how the predict they will feel in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author, Daniel Gilbert, is a funny guy and the reading is interesting, entertaining, and funny.  I laughed out loud a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were numerous quotes and tidbits that made me think I should flag them with a colored post-it tag.  I don't have any, however, so flagged nothing.  I'm not going to re-read it for the purpose of this blog; go out and read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice this is the first book review I have done that was of any sort of length.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7912766558619004539?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7912766558619004539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7912766558619004539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7912766558619004539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7912766558619004539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/stumbling-on-happiness.html' title='&quot;Stumbling on Happiness&quot;'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8025266400934461334</id><published>2008-09-12T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:58:00.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 74-80</title><content type='html'>My goal this week is to finish Season 5 of "The Shield".  That's about 9.1 hours of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Sept. 6:  8 miles ((10min/mi + 2 min walking) x 8 ).  Watched the first two episodes (out of 11 for the week) and for the first time in awhile I had a couple of miles of running in there where I didn't feel like my legs had bricks on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Sept. 7:  1st NSGR (North Suburban Garage Runners) 1/2 marathon.  I blazed in at a killer 2:11 (10min/mi).  Watched 3 episodes which was conveniently the exact amount of time I needed to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Sept. 8:  Vikings lost, and I don't really care.  Watched the game over at Party Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Sept. 9:  9 miles (10min/mi).  I'm 7/11 done with my television based running goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Sept. 10: 2.35 miles.  1 episode's worth of running and walking between 1% and 15% incline at speeds between 3.5 and 6mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Sept. 11:  Had dinner with Nora and was too full to feel like running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Sept. 12:  2nd NSGR (North Suburban Garage Runners) 1/2 marathon. I finished in a new treadmill garage PR of 2:10 (10min/mi x 12 miles, 9min/mi x 1.1 mile). Watched the last 3 episode of season 5, just in time to pass them off to my dad and move myself on to season 6.  Actually, that's not quite true.  I have to run out and sit in my garage and watch the last 10 minutes of the episode.  The last episode is a DOOZY of an episode--a major cliffhanger.  Both my dad and I were fooled in our first watching of it, as we thought that the 4th DVD in the set was more of the season (it wasn't... only "extras").  Due to Sony selling the show's rights to Fox (or vice versa, or something like that) the release of Season 6 on DVD is long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 123.8 treadmill miles. 45.55 miles for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about doing &lt;a href="http://www.whistlestopmarathon.com/"&gt;Whistlestop Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in October and am trying to get a co-worker to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal next week is to finish Season 6 of "The Shield".  That's about 8.3 hours of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running felt good this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8025266400934461334?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8025266400934461334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8025266400934461334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8025266400934461334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8025266400934461334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/treadmill-day-74-80.html' title='Treadmill Day 74-80'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3704132042861547086</id><published>2008-09-10T22:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:14:50.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Northwoods Camping</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple pictures from the first weekend in August and our maiden voyage with the camper up at the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SMiWmUPj7yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lZyanwhl6Ec/s1600-h/Northwoods+Camper+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244607351086116642" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SMiWmUPj7yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lZyanwhl6Ec/s320/Northwoods+Camper+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SMiWm5ksydI/AAAAAAAAAHY/J083CxXiWB0/s1600-h/Northwoods+Camper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244607361106889170" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SMiWm5ksydI/AAAAAAAAAHY/J083CxXiWB0/s320/Northwoods+Camper+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right:  Eforce (contemplating another fire he was able to start), V (cooking up the healthiest of beef wieners a person can find at Cub), Nightman (a.k.a "The Cleanser" after using half of our water to shower... and then getting into the lake to swim!), and RR (always capable, fixing a bike).  Yes, this photo was posed, but the posing pretty accurately reflects the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3704132042861547086?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3704132042861547086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3704132042861547086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3704132042861547086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3704132042861547086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/northwoods-camping.html' title='Northwoods Camping'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SMiWmUPj7yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lZyanwhl6Ec/s72-c/Northwoods+Camper+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5924109980927995991</id><published>2008-09-06T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:02:46.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>High Exposure</title><content type='html'>My latest book that I finished was "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/HIGH-EXPOSURE-Enduring-Passion-Unforgiving/dp/0684853612"&gt;High Exposure&lt;/a&gt;" by David Breashears.  After reading "Into Thin Air" back in July, I went to the library and the mountain climbing section (796.xx in the Dewey Decimal System, for all you DDS fans) and checked out about 8 different books.  It has been interesting because after reading a handful of these books I'm really starting to know the names and the stories of some of the top "players".  It makes some of the reading easier and some of the reading more repetitive/boring.  Anyways, David Breashears is the IMAX guy, who made the IMAX Everest movie.  He was a climber before a film maker, however.  Also of note was he worked on "Cliffhanger" (minimally) which was based on a true story of a plane that crashed in the 1970's.  We had "Cliffhanger" on constant loop last Memorial Day.  Good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5924109980927995991?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5924109980927995991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5924109980927995991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5924109980927995991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5924109980927995991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-exposure.html' title='High Exposure'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8364634540338666684</id><published>2008-09-05T23:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:56:43.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 67-73</title><content type='html'>My goal?  Hard to have a goal when I hardly run.  This weekend are the Fall Superior races, and it will be the first time since 2004 that I haven't been up there.  Kinda too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Sept. 4: 5 miles (10 min/mi, 2 min walking x 5).  Watched two episodes of "Curb..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Sept. 5: 5 miles (10 min/mi, 2 min walking x 5).  Watched the last two episodes of "Curb..." Season 2.  This means I'm moving on to re-watch Season 5 of "The Shield" because I just bought Season 6.  These need to be passed on to my dad next, who is waiting in the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 78.25 treadmill miles. 10 for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs felt very heavy, and I'm not sure why.  Because I haven't been running much lately?  Could be, but honestly, even when I first started running I could pound out 5-6 miles at 10min/mi without too much trouble.  And I've remained active, even when not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking I'll do &lt;a href="http://www.whistlestopmarathon.com/"&gt;Whistlestop Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in October.  It's relatively cheap and I can register up until the last minute.  Down to 5 weeks available to prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal next week is to finish Season 5 of "The Shield".  That's about 9.1 hours of running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8364634540338666684?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8364634540338666684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8364634540338666684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8364634540338666684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8364634540338666684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/treadmill-day-67-73.html' title='Treadmill Day 67-73'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6901745006718477172</id><published>2008-09-05T19:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:02:59.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went back up to my cabin.  We cleared existing trails there with chainsaw and machete--I got to wield the machete.  The lakefront path is now passable on foot and mountain bike.  All in all we have a complete 1+ mile loop through the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot weekend.  We spent a good amount of time in the lake, although we had no boat.  We brought our golf clubs, but it was so dang hot that we never went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the book &lt;a href="http://www.chesslerbooks.com/eCart/viewItem.asp?idProduct=276"&gt;"True Summit" by David Roberts&lt;/a&gt;, chronicling the first ascent of an 8000m peak back in 1950.  It was a good read.  In recent reading I'd seen much reference to the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Annapurna-Maurice-Herzog/dp/1558215492"&gt;original book&lt;/a&gt; by Maurice Herzog and how influential it was on a generation of mountain and rock climbers.  Well, the David Roberts book takes into account a lot more information that has come to light since the original book came out to tell the true story, which means now I don't feel the need to read the original any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6901745006718477172?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6901745006718477172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6901745006718477172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6901745006718477172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6901745006718477172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8608824816884715716</id><published>2008-08-29T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:01:18.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 60-66</title><content type='html'>No running whatsoever.  I did sweep my garage, however, and set up a nice bookshelf thing next to my treadmill to set my water bottle, remote, and cell phone on so they don't bounce up and down when I run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8608824816884715716?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8608824816884715716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8608824816884715716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8608824816884715716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8608824816884715716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/treadmill-day-60-66.html' title='Treadmill Day 60-66'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4671437386678916213</id><published>2008-08-28T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:29:04.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A gross story</title><content type='html'>When we were in Wyoming we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.meeteetsewy.com/medapages/outlaw/outlaw.html"&gt;Cowboy Bar&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meeteetse,_Wyoming"&gt;Meeteetse, WY&lt;/a&gt;.  The bar was very interesting, with an original brandname bar that had been purchased at a World's Fair.  I don't remember the details, but the story was interesting.  (Isn't his blog informative?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to the local historian/bar owner/book author for quite a bit about the history of the area.  We were planning on climbing Francs Peak, named for historic local land owner &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Franc"&gt;Otto Franc&lt;/a&gt;.  He moved out west because he had consumption; his brothers and he and moved to NYC from some place where he was a duke in order to import bananas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Francs Peak does not have an apostrophe, although one would argue it should.  It does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Note:  I'm not going to do too much fact checking on this blog, because I don't have the time.  I have a really good memory for some things (dates, b-days, phone numbers, events I was part of, and the general outlines of stories) but not so good of a memory for details surrounding some outlines.  Don't quote me directly on a college thesis, because some of what I might say could be not quite right.  For example, I'm almost positive Otto Franc and his older brothers moved to the US to import bananas, but maybe it was something else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Note:  I like hyperlinks, because I then don't have to go into detail myself, but I feel like I have some semblance of an argument should someone accuse me of being less than thorough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we ended up eating at the Cowboy bar twice; the food was decent, the company at the bar was interesting, and frankly there weren't very many options for dinner.  After we ate the first night, V and I went back to the bar later to try to by some firewood and I chatted for quite a bit on the front deck with the Fat man, and the young couple who were living on the Antler Ranch in town.  While we were talking some drunk guy came out and started arguing with the fat man about why they couldn't arm wrestle in the bar, yet the fat man could shoot off cannons.  (For fear of the tables breaking is why, if you are curious).  There was no real explanation as to why a cannon was shot off in the bar earlier that afternoon, but the fat man held firm to the "No Arm Wrestling" rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night we at there again.  Randy and I each had a very good open faced chili hamburger (see, I told you I had a good memory).  As we were all paying at the bar on the way out, we noticed that there were all sorts of bottle caps nailed to the ceiling, yet a space where two were missing.  "What happened to those two?" I asked, curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GROSS STORY:  The day before, a couple hours before we ate at the bar/restaurant, someone brought in the ashes of some dead person who's final request was to be blasted from a cannon in the Cowboy bar.  This seemed like such a good idea, that some other random bar patron decided that he two had some dead person ashes that should also be blasted.  So yes, the fat man did allow the ashes of two dead people be blasted from a cannon across the bar.  He told us, laughing, about how the explosion was much larger and louder than anyone would have expected, knocking two bottle caps off the ceiling and how ashes were DRIFTING AND FLOATING ACROSS THE BAR, LANDING ON THE TABLES AND IN PEOPLE'S DRINKS!!  And yes, this was just hours before we ate there.  There is no way we would have eaten there had we known about the dead-people-ashes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4671437386678916213?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4671437386678916213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4671437386678916213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4671437386678916213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4671437386678916213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/gross-story.html' title='A gross story'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7772044654564644245</id><published>2008-08-25T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:09:31.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we checked out the Elk River Country Club where I had another stellar game of golf (9 holes anyways).  I scored a 57 which for me is very good.  I've somehow really improved my game this year without trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did some night time mountain biking at the &lt;a href="http://www.bikeblast.com/"&gt;Blast&lt;/a&gt; in Elk River.  They've added a lot of new obstacles on the course that I haven't seen as this was my first visit this year.  I was a little concerned that I was doing the course in the dark wearing a headlamp and passing signs that said "DANGER, NEW OBSTACLE" and "EASIER, GO LEFT".  (I went left... I could see that going right went straight down a hill littered with rocks).  I wish I could have taken a picture of the sign saying "ADVANCED ONLY, 'THE BALL BUSTER'" illuminated by my headlamp as I zoomed by.  I'll have to check it out in the day time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the State Fair.  I went on the 2Extreme ride which was darn fun, and also Techno Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off at the fair for their upgrade, however, to the Magnum P.I. ride.  I LOVE the Magnum ride, less for the ride itself than for the fact that there was a very large replication of Tom Selleck's big old forehead gracing the backdrop of the ride.  It was so lame and corny that it was cool.  I get there this year and the ride is still there, but they've changed the name to "Magnum" and have repainted the backdrop as some stupid beach scene.  No real Magnum.  I refused to ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Magnum I spent my midway tickets at the freak show where I saw Zimora the Gorilla girl, Voltara the electric girl, a man with gross fat rolls who laid down shirtless on a bed of nails, a woman with hairy armpits who was "beheaded", and the two head Egyptian princess.  Very, very lame.  But the lamest of all (making it the best of all) was the snake girl who had the head of a girl but the body of a snake.  I'm telling you that this was very OBVIOUSLY fake (yes, even in comparison to the other "freaks").  A kindergartener could have done better.  The display case had a stuffed snake body (the quality of really cheap fair game stuffed animal) wrapped around a "tree limb" with a hole where some girl stuck her head into the box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7772044654564644245?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7772044654564644245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7772044654564644245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7772044654564644245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7772044654564644245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5263048999475371099</id><published>2008-08-22T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:59:00.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 53-59</title><content type='html'>My goal this week is to continue to try to get back into the habit of running near daily.  It's tough because I'm still so busy and don't know what to train for so have little motiviation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Aug. 16: Nope.  Left last night for the cabin.  Did a bunch of hiking and biking.  Also swam across the lake (about 2/3rds of a mile).  Also used a hatchet on a log in the middle of the path and got a nice arm workout in--I don't do any weight training lately so any time I move my upper body a bit I consider it a good workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Aug. 17: Nope.  More hiking and biking and biking, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Aug. 18: Nope.  Cleaned the camper after work.  Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Aug. 19: Nope.  Did 9 holes of golf in the afternoon, so at least I was a complete lazy daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Aug. 20: Nope. While picking up the camper tire at Party Central, my car died and I ended up biking to Big Beef's auto shop (a buddy).  He came, he looked, it restarted, but the car completely went out later that night leaving me to have RR tow me back to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Aug. 21: Nope.  I'm sitting here thinking I COULD go do 5 miles as it's not even 8pm, but MAN, I'm tired.  I just want to relax and watch t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Aug. 22: Nope.  Finally got my car back (Beef got it done super fast for me and I appreciate it).  Got the camper tire.  Get home, and my toilet won't flush.  Does it ever end?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 68.25 treadmill miles.  0 for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a more concrete plan.  I think I'm going to do &lt;a href="http://www.whistlestopmarathon.com/"&gt;Whistlestop Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in October (the morning before the Wild's Home Opener).  I have heard nothing but good things about it.  My goal is to break 4 hours which I think I can do, although my training has been near-nothing through this summer.  And I'll have 7 weeks total to train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5263048999475371099?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5263048999475371099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5263048999475371099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5263048999475371099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5263048999475371099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/treadmill-day-53-59.html' title='Treadmill Day 53-59'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-2285514640602725990</id><published>2008-08-22T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:49:46.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn car...</title><content type='html'>So, on Wednesday night my car died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Party Central to pick up the destroyed camper tire and wheel to take to Mobil.  When I got back in the car it wouldn't start.  It was about 6pm, and I had left my house at 5:30am and really just wanted to go home and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I went into the garage and jumped on E's bike and road 1/2 mile to Big Beef's auto shop.  Big Beef is a friend, his name is not really "BB", and yes, he is a rather large guy.  He came out to the house and of course the car started right up.  His theory was the heat/humidity was just causing it to act up and that I should leave the hood up and wait about a half hour before leaving to give it some time to cool off.  I agreed with that assessment, as it had been driving fine earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I had talked to RR who had come over to make sure I'd be able to get home.  He's been on vehicle repair duty for the last couple of days between the camper tire disintegrating on Sunday, spare tire replacment as well as floor repair on the camper (due to the foremetioned tire) on Monday, V's Chevy pick-up having a flat on Tuesday (necessitating him driving out to help her), and then my car stuff on Wednesday.  In addition he was supposed to be at home helping V re-stow her spare that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8pm we leave to go and the car starts up just fine.  As soon as I step on the gas, however, I can tell something isn't right because the car is very unresponsive and sluggish.  But within 5 seconds or so it's fine, so I think I might be okay.  I get all the way to the stoplight at 169 where I am going to turn left.  The light turns green, I step on the gas, and nothing.  Or at least very little.  I can't even quite make it through the intersection.  I turn off the car, restart it, and drive half a block.  At this point I pull over to try calling Randy.  He appears, I all Beef who advises trying to add a little gas.  Before I can figure out which gas station I should attempt to get to, the car dies and will not restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RR tows me to Beef's shop.  Blah.  The Enforcer is tangently involved as well, most notably because we tell him to go to the Auto Zone by Walgreens 1/2 mile from his house.  For some reason he drives 5 miles away to a completely different Walgreens (that has no Auto Zone).  Frustration abounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$60 cab fare to work Thursday morning.  I get a ride home.  I had a ride lined up for this morning, but the person didn't show.  Grrrrr... The weird thing is that I emailed her (co-worker) assuming that we missed each other?  I had been in and out of my front bedroom watching for her and MAYBE she had pulled up and tried ringing my doorbell that doesn't work.  She never responded, so I think she just didn't come (forgot?) .  Whatever.  People make mistakes, but pretty immature to not admit to it.  I took another $60 cab ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a ride to Blaine Target tonight where RR will pick me up in exchange for a Mountain Dew Amp.  Big Beef is delivering my car to my house tonight with a brand new fuel pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this with money I don't have.  Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-2285514640602725990?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2285514640602725990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=2285514640602725990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2285514640602725990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2285514640602725990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/darn-car.html' title='Darn car...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1539747384075595777</id><published>2008-08-18T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:31:20.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit forming pitfalls</title><content type='html'>Okay, last week was not a stellar training week and I did not do very well in re-instilling the training habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we were up at the cabin, where we mountain biked, swam, and enjoyed the up north.  We tried very hard (too hard, probably) to rent a boat (ski boat OR a canoe), but it never worked out.  The neighbor offered us the use of his ski boat, so we went so far as to buy a bunch of gas and fill up the tank before we realized that the radio had been left on and the battery was dead.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa and I went to Valleyfair last Wednesday.  Our favorite ride is the &lt;a href="http://www.valleyfair.com/public/attractions/rides/thrill_rides/xtreme_swing.cfm"&gt;Extreme Swing&lt;/a&gt;.  It looks like it is pretty ho-hum, but it is awesome!  We also have to give big props to the new rollercoaster, the &lt;a href="http://www.valleyfair.com/public/attractions/rides/thrill_rides/renegade.cfm"&gt;Renegade&lt;/a&gt;.  Very fun ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watered my strawberries tonight in an attempt to get them to produce some fruit.  I may have to expand my garden for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My renter, "The Big One", is moving out at the end of September, so I'll have to find someone new to live with me.  RR's previous renter last winter was a very petite little woman whom we called "The Little One."  My renter, who is not petite, became called "The Big One."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1539747384075595777?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1539747384075595777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1539747384075595777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1539747384075595777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1539747384075595777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/habit-forming-pitfalls.html' title='Habit forming pitfalls'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6963095267138045616</id><published>2008-08-15T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:22:25.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 46-52</title><content type='html'>My goal this week is to continue running near daily to really try to build the habit back up. Even though I did some late night runs last week (considering I'm up at 5:30a for work) I only missed two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Aug. 9: 6mi (10min/mi) while watching an episode of "Flip This House" and an episode of "Curb...". I enjoy the fact that even the people on "Flip..." run into problems and headaches. Nice to know it's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Aug. 10: Did 18 holes of golf.  No running.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Aug. 11: My b-day.  No running.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Aug. 12: No excuse, just no running.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Aug. 13: Went to Valleyfair and ate too much at TGIF's.  No running.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Aug. 14: Umm... no running.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Aug. 15: Left for the cabin after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 74.25 treadmill miles (6 for the week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Londell, for pointing out that not only was I too lazy/busy to run, but I was not even able to update the post that automatically popped up Friday night to keep me accountable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6963095267138045616?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6963095267138045616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6963095267138045616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6963095267138045616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6963095267138045616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/treadmill-day-46-52.html' title='Treadmill Day 46-52'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1467066345696118700</id><published>2008-08-13T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:57:10.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I Love Learning</title><content type='html'>In my 9th and 10th grade English classes my teacher Mr. Holm used to give out little stickers that said "I love Learning" to the highest scoring papers in class.  One of the toughest writing assignments was our papers on "The Old Man and the Sea" (and I still like to argue with people the possibility that Hemingway was simply writing a story about a guy and a fish with no deeper meaning).  A perfect score was 75/75, so he started at the top asking, "Anyone get a 75?"  Nope, no one had.  "A 74?"  Nope.  "73?" 1 person, maybe.  He kept working his way down the line, giving stickers to the few people who had those scores.  Finally he gets to "67?"  I hesitate, then raise my hand saying, "I got 67%"  The class cracked up, as did Mr. Holm, and I did get my sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely shallow (as the 67% might suggest).  I wrote my senior paper in college on the topic of death and dying in two Russian short stories (Tolstoy).  My Russian advisor Prof. Jahn was very knowledgeable, and I loved the couple Russian literature courses I took with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking all that info in stride, however, my blog book reviews will probably always remain short and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend of August I started reading "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Touching_the_Void"&gt;Touching the Void"&lt;/a&gt;.  This was a very fast, easy, interesting read.  I actually bought the book and movie for my dad several years ago, so I was familiar with the story.  I admit to skimming some sections at the end when the guy had almost saved himself because I knew how the story ended and time is precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Shortcuts-Top-Climbing-Highest/dp/0767924703"&gt;No Shortcuts to the Top&lt;/a&gt;".  This is VERY good, and has again been a very fast, addicting read.  All these mountain climbing books have been very gripping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1467066345696118700?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1467066345696118700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1467066345696118700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1467066345696118700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1467066345696118700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-learning.html' title='I Love Learning'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7936422847967520153</id><published>2008-08-13T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:34:51.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valleyfair; and a question</title><content type='html'>Vanessa took the day off of work and she and I are going to Valleyfair to celebrate my b-day today.  It looks like the start of another nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Noodles gift card that I used almost completely up last night.  The card has a credit of $0.19 and weighs approximately 4 grams.  Is it worth it to continue to carry in my purse?  For how long (taking the weight and value into consideration)?  Could this be a trick math question for a high schooler... If a gift card weighing 4 g holds a value of 19 cents, how much did the card weigh at its initial $10 value?  (answer, if this weren't a trick question, would be 210.53 g)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7936422847967520153?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7936422847967520153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7936422847967520153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7936422847967520153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7936422847967520153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/valleyfair-and-question.html' title='Valleyfair; and a question'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-702626339450579905</id><published>2008-08-10T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:57:15.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>My best game of golf</title><content type='html'>Today I had my best game of golf ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Greenhaven (in Anoka) and golfed the front 9 holes.  I scored a 62 which is above average for me.  RR gives me a hard time for all the lucky shots I get: the ball goes right between two trees (with an inch to spare on each side), lucky bounces in just the right direction, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Greenhaven today.  I scored a 57 on the back 9!  That's by far the best I've golfed there; usually I'm in the mid to high-60's.  It was still a nice night after we finished 9 so we decided to do the front 9 again.  This time I scored 65, which was much more average for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day to be outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-702626339450579905?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/702626339450579905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=702626339450579905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/702626339450579905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/702626339450579905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-best-game-of-golf.html' title='My best game of golf'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7153868194036677467</id><published>2008-08-08T23:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:25:53.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treadmill days'/><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 39-45</title><content type='html'>My goal this week is to get back into the habit of running near daily, even if I can only do short runs. I've been so busy with house buying, house repair, camper buying, etc. that I have not had a regular running routine since December/January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Aug. 2: Got in a quick 5mi (10min/mi) before leaving for the cabin. This length run fits 2 episodes of "Curb..." very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Aug. 3: Squeezed in a quick 5mi (10min/mi) after getting back from the cabin. (I'm counting the run as Sunday's run, even though it began after midnight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Aug. 4: Was on the phone until midnight. Foolishly thought about running, but dozed off before I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Aug. 5: Did 5mi (10min/mi). Finished the first season of "Curb..." and moved on to Season 2. It's definitely growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Aug. 6: The first time this week I started a run before 11pm. Did 5mi (10min/mi) and will probably be in bed before 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Aug. 7: Nope, no run. Cleaned house over at Party Central and bought paint with a special Home Depot Coupon for the future exterior painting project. Was just TOO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Aug. 8: 5mi (10min/mi). Ate too much b-day cake at work today and a full stomach made this not the most comfortable run of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Total of 68.25 treadmill miles (25 for the week). I did successfully meet my week's goal of getting some consistent running in. Although I did short runs that weren't really fast, I wasn't the most comfortable, and I am not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, now that I think about it, I really haven't done much actual running either of the last two summers. I think it's the heat that makes me not want to run. Last year I did a lot of walking at an incline training for Wyoming. The year before I did some running, but my treadmill at that time was in my air conditioned townhouse.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7153868194036677467?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7153868194036677467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7153868194036677467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7153868194036677467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7153868194036677467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/treadmill-day-39-45.html' title='Treadmill Day 39-45'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1596632037660399963</id><published>2008-08-06T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:12:24.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to my mom</title><content type='html'>Everyone congratulate my mom, who told me she just got through her first month after quitting smoking.  Congrats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1596632037660399963?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1596632037660399963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1596632037660399963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1596632037660399963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1596632037660399963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-to-my-mom.html' title='Congrats to my mom'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6827373298973626261</id><published>2008-07-31T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:07:09.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Deck at Party Central</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFhoaf0eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ft9KJCpewh8/s1600-h/Deck+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFhoaf0eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ft9KJCpewh8/s320/Deck+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229318561417122274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We refer to my house in Anoka as "Party Central". This name came about when the Enforcer and Big Scotty were going to live there together. Alas, the Big Scotty thing didn't work out, but the name has stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving for Wyoming Randy blasted out the old concrete patio slab at Party Central with the intention of replacing it and the patio door after we returned. (He also did all my concrete work at my house in Coon Rapids, so I know he does really good work with concrete as well as everything else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we got to talking: Party Central has a deck that runs 2/3rds of the way across the back of the house. The strange thing about this deck is that it is about 2 feet off the ground with no step up to it. We would either have to keep the concrete at ground level (a step down from the patio door) and add a wooden step to the deck or have the concrete level to the patio door but have an inconsistent step size from the concrete to the surrounding ground (which would look weird). Then RR came up with the idea of building a continuation of the deck at the lower level (one step down from the original deck, level with the patio door). The deck would flow nicer and look more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RR also painted the deck. This army brown color (brown with a hint of green) will be the color I repaint the house somewhere down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFRLiwt8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/b0-YHH70i1k/s1600-h/Deck+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFRLiwt8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/b0-YHH70i1k/s320/Deck+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229318278789248962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFRUc-QOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t5GUs7sIwQo/s1600-h/Deck+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFRUc-QOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t5GUs7sIwQo/s320/Deck+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229318281180889314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6827373298973626261?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6827373298973626261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6827373298973626261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6827373298973626261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6827373298973626261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-deck-at-party-central.html' title='New Deck at Party Central'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SJJFhoaf0eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ft9KJCpewh8/s72-c/Deck+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4925098840769345923</id><published>2008-07-28T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:37:34.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 34; "Curb Your Enthusiasm"</title><content type='html'>I started Season 1 last week and am now about 4 episodes into it.  I have 5 of the 6 seasons at my house right now, on loan from my dad.  The show comes highly recommended by him and my brothers.  Thus far I am amused, but not yet drawn into it.  Some scenes really crack me up; others are a little slow.  I think this might end up being a show that is better watched sitting on a couch instead of running on a treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 9.75 miles today.  8 miles at 7.1mph (8m30s miles).  Did two miles at a time with a minute or so drink break and rest which I really needed.  Also did 10 sets of 0.06mile intervals of 10mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did 5.5 miles on 7/19.  Also did some intervals (1 minute at 9mph x 4) for a total of 2.75 miles on  7/22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total treadmill miles:  43.25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4925098840769345923?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4925098840769345923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4925098840769345923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4925098840769345923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4925098840769345923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/curb-your-enthusiasm.html' title='Treadmill Day 34; &quot;Curb Your Enthusiasm&quot;'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6606816186083894580</id><published>2008-07-26T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:21:41.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Trailer</title><content type='html'>We (the Fab 4) are finishing up purchasing a travel trailer for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;a href="http://www.rv4sale.com/inventory_item.asp?id=515008#"&gt;2000 Flagstaff Shamrock 21' camper&lt;/a&gt;.  The pictures are not of the actual one we're buying (we're not buying one from a dealer in WA), but the pictures ARE what ours looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have 1/6 ownership in it, as will the Enforcer.  R and V will each have 1/3 ownership, as they will be using it for MN hunting in the fall.  Essentially I'll be paying about $40/month.  We'll use the camper for trips to Wyoming the next few years, saving a LOT of money in hotels and also giving us a way to bring our mountain bikes with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll hopefully have it in time for next weekend to go up north.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6606816186083894580?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6606816186083894580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6606816186083894580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6606816186083894580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6606816186083894580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel-trailer.html' title='Travel Trailer'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4991748111506797709</id><published>2008-07-26T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:12:12.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My goals</title><content type='html'>I have too many goals, probably.  A multitude of goals keeps me from moving very fast towards any of them, but I don't seem to mind too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many runners, I want to run a marathon in every state.  As I really only run 1 marathon a year on average, I should be able to do it by the time I'm... 76-78 years old.  I started in 2003, but my first marathon was in Jamaica (not even a state, for you who are geographically behind).  And I've done the Marine Corps marathon, but I better not count it as I did it in someone else's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a handful of 50k's (3), a 50 miler, a 100 miler.  These I accomplished before I even knew these were goals: I kind of stumbled into them (and through them, now that I think about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've qualified for Boston and ran it, and don't really feel the need to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'd like to do Superior 100 again in September, I have this feeling I'm going to retire from ultras for the rest of 2008.  Why?  My money is committed elsewhere (I've done a ton of house renovation in the last year on two houses and need to pay off those bills).  I don't have the time off from work (I've used up a TON of my PTO (paid time off)).  I also haven't had the time to train for anything.  This doesn't mean I couldn't do it (I probably still could), but I won't be doing any better than last year.  My thoughts right now are instead of doing Voyageur (which is half over right now, so obviously I'm not doing it) and Superior, I'll pick a late fall marathon and train and try to break 3:30, my next marathon goal (current PR is 3:38:12). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't decided for sure yet, but that's the way I'm leaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4991748111506797709?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4991748111506797709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4991748111506797709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4991748111506797709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4991748111506797709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-goals.html' title='My goals'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4396251287191340416</id><published>2008-07-26T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:01:32.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"To The Top"</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to add "Climb to the highest point in all 50 states" to my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already done MN: Eagle Mountain in October 2002 with RR.  And on our way home from Wyoming we went to SD's High Point: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harney_Peak"&gt;Harney Peak&lt;/a&gt; (elevation 7242ft).  It's just southwest of Mount Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the little castle thing at the top of the peak (I told you I took more pictures in Wyoming than just the car trunk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SItX85c7e8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/k1ClzZnqknc/s1600-h/100_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SItX85c7e8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/k1ClzZnqknc/s320/100_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227368496219519938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a 6 mile hike to the top and it was a beautiful day.  Harney Peak is in Custer State Park.  What I saw of it was nice, but we literally drove in, parked, hiked, drove out, so I'm certainly not the expert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4396251287191340416?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4396251287191340416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4396251287191340416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4396251287191340416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4396251287191340416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-top.html' title='&quot;To The Top&quot;'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SItX85c7e8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/k1ClzZnqknc/s72-c/100_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6028089341379744936</id><published>2008-07-26T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:56:32.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming book review</title><content type='html'>I have slightly different hours than my friends do: I am up at 5:30a every day to be at work by 6:30a.  With traffic I often don't get home until 5:30p-6p at night.  Granted I do get some half days off and even some full days off during the week, so I can't say that I literally work these hours every day M-F.  But in general it's safe to say I'm an early riser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are NOT.  Eforce works 2nd shift throughout the school year, suffering with day hours only June-August.  RR is naturally a night hour and when given the choice, would rather start mid-late morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever we travel, I am always careful to bring along a book so I'm not bored as I wait for everyone to get moving.  No, they're not lazy... we do a TON, but it typically happens in the afternoon and evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I brought and read in Wyoming this year.  My reviews are short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpr.org/books/titles/fuller_dontletsgo.shtml"&gt;"Let's Not Go to the Dogs Tonight"&lt;/a&gt;: I was not super impressed by this one.  I read a few books involving African history during our trips last year, and they were much better.  I think my problem was this was more of a story and I wanted more of a history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Top-Reaching-Americas-State-Summits/dp/1559718714/ref=pd_sim_b_1"&gt;"To The Top"&lt;/a&gt;:  Very interesting book about two guys who climbed to the highest point in each state.  Gave me a new goal to add to my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cider_House_Rules"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider House Rules:&lt;/a&gt; I really like John Irving and he again didn't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Into_Thin_Air"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Thin Air:&lt;/a&gt; Loved it.  It's a pretty easy read and a good story.  The first book in a long time that kept me up into the wee hours of the night reading, not wanting to stop.  I went to the library last week and picked up about 6 more books about Mt. Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/0449206920.asp"&gt;Them&lt;/a&gt;:  I am not impressed.  I'm about 130 pages into it mainly because it was the last book I had and the trip wasn't yet over.  I renewed it from the library, but I don't think I'm going to finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6028089341379744936?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6028089341379744936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6028089341379744936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6028089341379744936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6028089341379744936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wyoming-book-review.html' title='Wyoming book review'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8403011300007690566</id><published>2008-07-21T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:18:42.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1986</title><content type='html'>Where were you in 1986? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 22 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in third grade at Forest Hills Elementary School in Eden Prairie, MN.  My teacher was Mr. Just, who might know, as he's a local (Twin Cities) runner.  I think he passed me at Trail Mix.  I was able to pick him out as 1) I knew he'd be there and was looking for him, and 2) he doesn't look that much different, relatively speaking, over the course of the last 22 years.  I on the other hand have grown quite a bit between the ages of 8 and darn close to 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 was also the year that some people carved "1986" into the bottom of a couple pop cans and pushed them underneath a rock at the summit of a random peak in the Bighorns.  If you're reading this, whoever you litterers are, the cans had just barely started to fade, so yes, they DO last a long time, and no, you don't need to experiment in this irresponsible way anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8403011300007690566?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8403011300007690566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8403011300007690566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8403011300007690566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8403011300007690566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/1986.html' title='1986'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8506572076830895245</id><published>2008-07-21T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:57:46.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>18 holes</title><content type='html'>Sunday was so gorgeous that we went out golfing.  The way we golf is with RR and I golfing and V and E acting as caddies.  It works pretty well, considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good golfer, but as I started golfing 6 years ago and go out about 1-6 times per season and have only taken 1 formal lesson, I give myself some credit.  We did 9 holes two times.  The first time I scored a 52; I improved by 3 strokes to 49 for the 2nd time through (4 holes the same, 2 worse holes, and 3 better holes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off work tomorrow afternoon so maybe if I get some stuff done around the house I'll go out again on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8506572076830895245?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8506572076830895245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8506572076830895245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8506572076830895245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8506572076830895245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-holes.html' title='18 holes'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7663388813280707235</id><published>2008-07-18T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:41:01.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill Day 24;  Finished the show</title><content type='html'>Treadmill day 24 (7/18/08):  I finished Season 6 of "24" on Monday.  I did 5.25 miles.  I did a couple of 9 minute miles, a couple of 10 minute miles, and then some walking at an incline (1-13%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 1.5 episodes of "24" left, and after not watching it for over two weeks and the fact that I even started in the middle of an episode, I found that I didn't really care and was not too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 6 of "The Shield" comes out in September and I can't wait.  The cliffhanger at the end of Season 5 is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Treadmill miles: 25.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to treadmill days 4-23?  4-6 was getting ready for Wyoming and 7-23 were the trip.  My poor treadmill must have felt pretty lonely, dejected, and confused to have come into my home and not been used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7663388813280707235?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7663388813280707235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7663388813280707235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7663388813280707235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7663388813280707235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/treadmill-day-24-finished-show.html' title='Treadmill Day 24;  Finished the show'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6114741084075202151</id><published>2008-07-18T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:06:18.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wilderness?  At Midnight?  Part 2</title><content type='html'>This year we decided that we would be very careful to not be hiking in the wilderness after dark (much).  Part of the reason is that we were planning on going into the Absaroka Mountain Range (the same range that Yellowstone is a part of, but we would be south of the park) and the Absaroka's definitely have grizzlies.  We were going to take it seriously (because you HAVE to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night of camping in the wilderness was on Thursday, 7/3.  We had planned on camping in the wilderness off of some forest road and then cutting through the wilderness to climb Loaf Mt.  As we got a late start that day (you'll learn that this is a common theme) we decided that we'd just hike towards the moutain and scope it out to climb the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that the Force has really bad eyes?  And really bad feet?  He has hiking poles  (that have compasses built in) that he uses to help keep his balance when hiking.  He also carries a pair of binoculars for all of us to use.  He has a knife and a water bottle holder for his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bighorns really don't have grizzlies.  A person still needs to be careful for black bear mamas and their cubs, but it's not quite as dangerous as the Absarokas, so we decided that we didn't need to bring in more than one container of bear spray.  We had the Enforcer carry it as he needs the practice of being able to grab it and get the safety latch off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left camp at about 3p and got to the tree line about 2 hours later.  We were at the foot of an unnamed peak that was between us and Loaf that we would have to go up and down and then back up Loaf.  RR, V, and I decided we'd climb to the top of unnamed peak to see what we could see, leaving E on a rock down below.  By the way, we do have walkie-talkies that have weather radios, so we can be in contact with anyone we "leave on a rock". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed up and started back down.  Realizing that the best route back to camp (that we could now see due to the higher vantage point) would have us coming down unnamed peak more to the east.  We got on the walkie talkie and asked the Enforcer to move east, away from the setting sun (it was probably 7p or so now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got closer to the point where we should be able to see E as we descended, we got concerned as he was not where we'd expected.  We walkie-talkied him and he told us he was going back to where he'd previously been sitting because he'd forgotten his binoculars.  Dam it, Eforce.  We had stressed to him, before we left him, BE SURE TO HAVE ALL YOUR GEAR WITH YOU!   We waited awhile, called him again.  Where was he?  He was going back to where he'd been sitting because he'd forgotten his hiking sticks.  WHAT?!  We told him to stop moving, because at that point we didn't know exactly where he was, and since he is not good with directions, we didn't trust that he wasn't at this point just wandering around in the forest (we'd left him out in the open with the forest behind him and only rocks and peak ahead and to the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had him yell, and we could hear him and knew where to look.  We could finally see him and knew where we'd have to go to get back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eforce," said RR, "we're making our way back to you now.  Stay put.  We'll need the bear spray to get us out because it's going to be dark.  You have the bear spray, RIGHT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pause&gt;  "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you get it?  Eforce had forgotten his bear spray at one rock, his hiking sticks at another rock, had gone back to look for his binoculars (which I guess were in his pocket the whole time), and had unknowingly dropped and lost both a pen, his chapstick and a pack of kleenix (the last three items RR found later, all in different locations). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed, scouring the rocks for a good hour, trying to jog the Forcer's memory as to wear he was sitting.  Eagle eye RR found the hiking sticks right away, but it finally got too dark to find the bear spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hiked through the wilderness in the dark again, getting back to camp at midnight.  We decided from now on when we hike up peaks we'll leave E in camp serving as "camp guard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**UPDATE**  One week later, 7/10/08, we did succeeded in climbing Loaf Mountain (just under 12000').  The Enforcer, newly outfitted in a fanny pack with securely closing zipper pockets and sporting a new container of bear spray, tagged along to the tree line again to find the old container of bear spray (which he did).  He sat on a rock (no moving allowed) for 5 hours as RR, V, and I bouldered up and down and up and down and up and down to Loaf Mt and back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6114741084075202151?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6114741084075202151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6114741084075202151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6114741084075202151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6114741084075202151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wilderness-at-midnight-part-2.html' title='The Wilderness?  At Midnight?  Part 2'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3098387277383321656</id><published>2008-07-18T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:40:41.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wilderness?  At Midnight?  Part 1</title><content type='html'>Last year (2007) we went out to the Bighorns twice to climb Cloud Peak (13,175').  The first trip we didn't have very good information about the best route and we ended up climbing Bomber Mountain.  We decided to make a abbreviated trip over Labor Day solely to climb Cloud Peak (which we did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing Cloud Peak requires us to travel off trail, across real wilderness.  I would trust myself to lead myself about 70%.  I trust RR to lead us 100%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a late start last fall, leaving camp about 12:30p, mainly because all the other 3 were feeling effects of the altitude (camp was at 10000') to varying extents because we had no time to ease into acclimation.  I felt fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  made fairly good time up the mountain, considering.  We reached 12400' at about 5:15p, where we left V and E on a rock for RR and I to finish to the summit.  EForce has VERY bad feet (very flat and bowlegged), but has done really well on the backpacking and climbing we've led him on.  V was having some altitude-related bruising on her chest and felt she couldn't go further either.  We told them we'd be back in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it took longer than an hour.  RR was feeling pretty dizzy and headache from the altitude, as well as having a tougher time breathing.  I noticed the lack of oxygen, too, but nothing else.  But the closer we got to the summit, the less we were willing to turn around.  We figured if we could be out of the rock bouldering section by dark, we'd be able to make it back to camp fairly easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it out of the bouldering area before dark.  I think we'd just barely started the bouldering (about 2 miles worth, down the mountain).  Since it was dark, it made it that much harder to move with any sort of speed.  RR was very nauseas and I had to take over navigating for a little bit.  V was pretty freaked out.  The Enforcer almost walked himself off a 10' ridge (missed the switchback) and luckily RR caught him in time.  We found out the Force, for some unknown reason, had not worn his contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to camp at 12:30a.  We resolved that this year we would NOT be coming back to camp that late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3098387277383321656?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3098387277383321656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3098387277383321656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3098387277383321656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3098387277383321656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/wilderness-at-midnight-part-1.html' title='The Wilderness?  At Midnight?  Part 1'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-2763533684781299033</id><published>2008-07-18T15:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:29:14.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My only picture</title><content type='html'>Actually, that's not true; I did take more than one picture by the time we got home, but for the first 14 days of the trip this was the only picture I had in my camera. And it was taken in RR's driveway before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SID7147wtPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pXh-3aKax_Q/s1600-h/Full+trunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SID7147wtPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pXh-3aKax_Q/s320/Full+trunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224452470984455410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in charge of packing the gear in the car, which is no small feat.  We rent an Impala for the better gas mileage and we fit 4 grown adults and all their gear into the trunk.  The trunk has to be packed pretty specifically, making sure to not allow any dead space behind larger items, and fitting all the small stuff in the nooks and crannies.  I am able to do this.  I am sure RR could, but he's in charge of the more important things (like taking us through the wilderness to get back to camp in the middle of the night).  V and the Force are NOT able to load the trunk.  I know this because I let them give it a shot one time.  I completely loaded 2/3rds of the trunk, making use of all the space.  All they had to do was to load two backpacks and two duffel bags.  Well, they for some reason decided they had to rearrange my loading (?!?) and when they "finished" they couldn't get the last backpack in.  "What happened" RR asked, "What more did we put in the trunk?"  I took over, re-loaded, and ended up with EXTRA room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-2763533684781299033?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2763533684781299033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=2763533684781299033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2763533684781299033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/2763533684781299033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-only-picture.html' title='My only picture'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zEx3k6R6SA/SID7147wtPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pXh-3aKax_Q/s72-c/Full+trunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1110233742356128727</id><published>2008-07-14T02:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:18:20.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say that I intentionally had my last post predicting a bear attack to be followed by 3 days of silence.  Man, that would have been awesome to have planned it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I aimed to squeak out as many posts as I had could sneak in before leaving.  My goal was one to pop up each day, but I ran out of time to get any in for after the 10th of July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did get back to a computer after the 3rd of July, so there were no more real time updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bazillion emails to go through (both work and personal), a stack of mail 6" high, and I have to dive back into work in less than 5 hours.  I guess that's what is to be expected when one takes a 16 day vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1110233742356128727?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1110233742356128727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1110233742356128727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1110233742356128727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1110233742356128727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-alive.html' title='Still alive...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-133699470611011317</id><published>2008-07-10T06:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:23:00.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Bear</title><content type='html'>My prediction: Today is the day that we get mauled by a grizzly. With 4 canisters of bear spray you'd think at least 1 of the 3 not being mauled would be able to give it a blast. Right? Right? We'll also have a handgun with us, as V as her conceal/carry permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a grizzly and a black bear on the side of the road in Yellowstone. Also saw a black bear up in northern MN last spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many a moose as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw baby foxes at Savanna Portage a few weeks ao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no... I take that back! I don't really believe that by saying it I'm jinxing us, but maybe I shouldn't even go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-133699470611011317?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/133699470611011317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=133699470611011317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/133699470611011317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/133699470611011317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/beware-bear.html' title='Beware the Bear'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-1215566037718862199</id><published>2008-07-09T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:14:00.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>60's music</title><content type='html'>It is because of the Grassroots (the band) that I work in the eye business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was changing tracks on my car CD player in January of 1998 when I rear-ended someone.  I needed a part time job so applied at Walmart.  I was hired by the Vision Center and worked my way into being an optician, eventually transition from part time to full time.  I decided in 2004 to move to the medical side of the field as opposed to the selling glasses side.  Now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person can still regularly hear music from the 60's and 70's on the radio, in stores, out and about, even though 30 to 40 years have passed.  Thank you, Baby Boomers.  Can you imagine walking into a store in 2033 and hearing Justin Timberlake, Fergie, and others STILL being played?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being critical as I like 60's and 70's music.  Best concert I ever went to was the Eagles.  I've seen Fleetwood Mac, Neil Diamond, Temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Temptations and the Four Seasons at Mystic Lake in 1996.  Yes, I did, when I was 18 years old.  The Temptations sounded better, but that's because they replaced the dead singers/old singers with new, younger models.  Sorry, I really have no clue about the life-status of the individual members... all I know is that there were 5 singers and at least a few were young enough to have obviously not been an original member.  The Four Seasons were not as good of sound quality, but it was 3 old guys (probably original).  Just an observation, not a judgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-1215566037718862199?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1215566037718862199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=1215566037718862199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1215566037718862199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/1215566037718862199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/60s-music.html' title='60&apos;s music'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8859941876446327850</id><published>2008-07-08T07:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:09:00.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'd like to live</title><content type='html'>I have this idea that I'd like to live in Boulder some day, but I think realistically it is way too liberal of a town.  Denver would be an better option.  Considering I own two homes in the Twin Cities, however, this is probably not something that is happening any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived for 9 months in Washington DC.  Current politics bore me; past politics (history) interests me.  Washington DC is too "current".  I worked as a waittress at a bar and the bar was packed for the state of the union address.  All in all I enjoyed living there.  I was surprised to find that there were many options to get out of the city and into the wilderness within just an hour or two (similar to the Twin Cities).  I did some hiking in Shenandoah amongst other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to live where it was humid (southeast).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8859941876446327850?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8859941876446327850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8859941876446327850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8859941876446327850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8859941876446327850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-id-like-to-live.html' title='Where I&apos;d like to live'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4985985070131700109</id><published>2008-07-07T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:00:00.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...</title><content type='html'>Some of these posts most be awfully boring, as I am just spitting out random stream-of-consciousness type ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book I tried reading that I just couldn't handle was James Joyce's "Ulysses."  Couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a bit of a hard time getting into Joseph Conrad's "Heart of Darkness", although I did manage to finish it.  I loved "Apocalypse Now".  I like most war movies in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a ton of Russian literature (it was my major), a lot of history (especially Russian history).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip this year I brought a &lt;a href="http://contemporarylit.about.com/od/memoir/fr/dogsTonight.htm"&gt;memoir on Africa&lt;/a&gt;, "Cidar House Rules", and two others I can't think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really recommend "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lone-Survivor-Eyewitness-Account-Operation/dp/0316067598"&gt;Lone Survivor&lt;/a&gt;" (I brought on trip last year).  VERY good book.  I also brought another book on African history last fall that was very good--can't remember the title.  It was about the genocide and murder and what-not in Rwanda, Somalia, and the Sudan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a key chain from Khartoum, brought to me by a co-worker in Washington DC who went there to visit family.  That bit of info is TOTALLY stream of consciousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4985985070131700109?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4985985070131700109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4985985070131700109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4985985070131700109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4985985070131700109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/boring.html' title='Boring...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8679993616798934982</id><published>2008-07-06T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:53:01.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica</title><content type='html'>I am NOT in Costa Rica right now, although I'd love to go sometime.  Today is my cousin's 30th b-day and she and her sister were going to Costa Rica.  I'm a little bit jealous, but I'm enjoying myself in Wyoming right now so all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week in Mazatlan in 2003 and came back with a broken foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week in Puerto Vallarta in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a month in St. Petersburg, Russia in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a 8 weeks nannying in Washington, DC in 1998.  Also lived there for 9 months in 2004-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked for Northwest Airlines in 1998 and went to Houston (Galveston), Washington DC, a day trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, a day trip to New York City, and a weekend trip to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent time in both San Francisco and New Orleans for work conferences, but really haven't done any touristy stuff during those trips as I really enjoy the courses I attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a funny picture I'll post at some point, maybe.  In the 1997 camping trip out west I posted about a few days ago, PeeWee and I posed in front of a well in Hungry Horse, MT (the friendliest "dam" town in the west) that was graffiti-ed with the phrase "tourists suck".  We made sure to put on all the tourist-y gear we could find... cameras, binoculars, holding maps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8679993616798934982?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8679993616798934982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8679993616798934982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8679993616798934982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8679993616798934982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/costa-rica.html' title='Costa Rica'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-8274750278141732822</id><published>2008-07-05T06:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:49:06.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Math Fun</title><content type='html'>Here's how my brain works:  (well, not in its entirety)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Vanessa and Tim got married on 9/27/03.  This came about at TGIF's when I was eating dinner with them and discussing possible wedding dates.  I really pushed for this option (out of the other possible September/October Saturdays) for a reason that seemed fairly obvious to me but involved me scrawling some notes on a napkin.  If they got married on 9/27/03 they could choose to write their anniversary date as 3 squared, 3 cubed, 3-to-the-first-power.  I thought that would be pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-8274750278141732822?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8274750278141732822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=8274750278141732822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8274750278141732822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/8274750278141732822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-math-fun.html' title='More Math Fun'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-4223326260289452818</id><published>2008-07-04T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:35:01.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameras</title><content type='html'>In 1997 my friends Nora, PeeWee, and I drove out to Glacier National Park and Yellowstone National Park.  We were young (18) and crazy, driving the entire way out there.  Almost drove off the road in the park we were so tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights include searching Lincoln, MT for the Unabomber's cabin.  We never found it and later learned we couldn't have found it because it was taken to CA for the trial.  Also memorable was our night in the rain in the tent in the middle of bear country, too afraid to leave the tent with water seeping in through the tent seams.  Over the course of the night we had less and less non-wet sleeping bag-age.  I had to go to the bathroom and had the Simon and Garfunkle song "I am Rock" in my head (as we had only an "island" of dry sleeping bag to share).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora brought three cameras with her.  One she dropped down the side of a mountain.  A second died when it fell into a creek with her.  I don't recall off hand if the third made it back or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-4223326260289452818?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4223326260289452818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=4223326260289452818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4223326260289452818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/4223326260289452818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/cameras.html' title='Cameras'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-6948644128401413695</id><published>2008-07-03T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:33:01.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude ranch</title><content type='html'>Last year we thought that we were going to go to a Dude Ranch this summer, either near Sundance, WY (where the pretty girl waittress that the Enforcer likes works) or down near Laramie.  I even bought myself a cowboy hat.  Eforce bought cowboy boots in Wall, SD.  Yet plans changed and we are not doing that this year.  Maybe next year.  So much to do, but too little time and money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-6948644128401413695?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6948644128401413695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=6948644128401413695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6948644128401413695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/6948644128401413695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/dude-ranch.html' title='Dude ranch'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-3982532152156218838</id><published>2008-07-02T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:16:11.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Vacation UPdate #2</title><content type='html'>I didn't even plan on bringing my Nike Free's on the trip.  I was going to bring my hiking shoes (Inov8) and my sandals.  The Free's were so dang comfortable, however, that I did bring them.  I got to thinking before the first hike that I should try hiking in them, since I do know that some ultra-runners run mountain ultras in very minimalistic shoes.  So our first hike (10 mile) I wore them.  What I noticed:  They are comfortable.  I have a good feel of the ground that is great for balancing on logs.  When they get wet they dry very quickly.  However I think I would have to train a little more because my feet were kinda sore when I got back to the car.  Think 80- miles- into- Superior-ouch- that- kinda- hurts- oh- well- sore  (not pure hell 90 miles in soreness).  Also when they are wet (or I can imagine sweaty) my feet kind of slip around a bit, making it a little more difficult to do any bouldering if the boulders aren't flat.  Also they don't cover my ankle bone (whatever that is called) which could cause an injury if I bang it just right.  For the record my Inov8's don't cover that bone either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were rained out of Hazelton Peak as well.  We did do a late afternoon cross-country off-the-trail hike over a couple peaks (probably about 11 miles between 7500' and 9500').  RR is the only person I will follow into the woods not fearing for myself or that I need to pay super good attention and be able to lead us out; I trust him completely (even more than myself).  He took us on an 11 mile loop that got us right back to the car.  Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to climb Loaf Mt. (11,200').  Darton is still snow covered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-3982532152156218838?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3982532152156218838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=3982532152156218838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3982532152156218838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/3982532152156218838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-vacation-update-2.html' title='Real Vacation UPdate #2'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-5270933097676861250</id><published>2008-07-02T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:28:00.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get an eye exam</title><content type='html'>We saw a patient last week who had normal pressures for the last few years.  No family history of glaucoma.  This visit the pressure in one of his eyes was a high, so we did a visual field.  He has pretty advanced glaucoma with visual field loss in both eyes.  We started him on eye drops to lower his pressure, but he won't regain the vision he lost.  This is one reason why even if you have good vision, you should still have somewhat regular eye exams!  Glaucoma can sneak up on you pretty easily, ruining your baseball career if you're a famous athlete as it did a previous patient in the practice (and affecting your life if you're not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is HIPAA compliant, I believe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-5270933097676861250?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5270933097676861250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=5270933097676861250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5270933097676861250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/5270933097676861250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-eye-exam.html' title='Get an eye exam'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024018951132514168.post-7770599026387303007</id><published>2008-07-01T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:23:13.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Vacation Update #1</title><content type='html'>There's still a lot of snow up the peaks, so we are in a holding pattern for now.  The area received a lot of late May precipitation.  It's melting fast, so we may just need to wait a week.  Our number one goal is still to climb Francs Peak, and due to snow we may have to forego Darton Peak this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a 10 mile hike to about 8750' on Saturday.  Long story, but we ended up coming too close for comfort to running out of gas coming back down the mountains to Buffalo.  We put the car in neutral and coasted down the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday RR and I rented mountain bikes, had Eforce drive us 20 miles up the road into the mountains, and then we blasted down.  He had us clocked at 53 mph during some sections.  We're going for a repeat today and I'm going to wear my GPS and see if I can get a more accurate reading.  We had some Forcer-snafus that caused us to have to start over a few times.  We did the last 5 miles of big hills 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're climbing Hazelton Peak and will finally get some elevation (10,500').  We chose not to do it yesterday due to a late start and the possibility of storms rumbling through.  Sure enough, while biking we could see angry dark storm clouds in that vincinity and as we ate dinner at El Sol Vallarta the storm made it into town (Buffalo, WY: home base for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get out of town, but late: 9pm, putting us into Al's Oasis at 4:00am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1024018951132514168-7770599026387303007?l=diane-farmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7770599026387303007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1024018951132514168&amp;postID=7770599026387303007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7770599026387303007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1024018951132514168/posts/default/7770599026387303007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diane-farmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-vacation-update-1.html' title='Real Vacation Update #1'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191820907512731239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
