The path of most resistance.

Ryan has been working hard on our new media room in the basement. Sadly, however, the winter rainy season has set in and this morning we found two puddles on the floor of the basement. Poor Ryan is really bummed because he feels like he can't get a break on this basement project. Every time he gains momentum, a problem springs up (no water pun intended) and stops him in his tracks.

Next week, we are bringing in a couple waterproofing experts to take a look at the basement and give us a quote, which will help us know if we can actually have a finished basement or not. Please send us good thoughts!

Life is a learning experience, right? Why did we become homeowners again?

Music, Soccer, Doughnuts, and Billy Mays

Ryan and I have had a great week. It started last Friday when we saw one of our favorite bands, Gossip, at a great venue. Then, we spent the week gearing up for Halloween, and we all know how I feel about Halloween. On Thursday night, we went to the first-ever playoff game for our local Major League Soccer team, the Sounders. Unfortunately, the Sounders tied Houston (0-0) and have to win their next game at Houston to move on in the playoffs. The Sounders have a good road record, so we think they have a good chance.

Anyway, the week ended with a bang. Amy and Byron hosted their annual doughnut making party and our neighbors, James and Lori, held a Halloween costume party. Amy and Byron's doughnut party rocks -- who doesn't like mountains of gingerbread and apple cake doughnuts mixed with delectable maple bars. We're spending Sunday watching football and recovering from some serious doughnut hangovers. The pain is totally worth it!

Our costumes for the costume party were some of our best works. Ryan was Billy Mays, the OxiClean guy who died earlier this year after bumping his head during a heavy plane landing and had cocaine in his system. Weird.

I dressed up as Tippi Hedren from The Birds. Here is photographic evidence of our shenanigans:

Ryan was almost unrecognizable as Billy Mays. Creepy!

Help! I'm being attacked!
I couldn't find a green suit like the one Tippi wore in the movie, but I substituted with pink. I made the ravens with black felt and fake feathers. For those who may dress as Tippi in the future, I suggest using a drible of fake blood on your forehead.

Hope everyone had a very happy and fun Halloween!

The Best Holiday Ever Made!

I love Halloween. While many people around the world find great joy in the holiday, I think I'm a little more dedicated than the average fan. Ryan likes Halloween, but he had to take some serious steps to curb my enthusiasm. For example, he put a moratorium on Halloween decorating before October 1st. He also leaves virtually all of the decorating to me so that I won't go overboard -- as if there is such a thing!

Halloween rocks my world because it's the one day of the year that has no limits or expectations. You can do almost anything you want, and the weirder it is the better. Grown ups can act like kids. Homes that are usually warm and welcoming can creepy or scary. Kids in costume get to rebel from showing elders respect by demanding candy or else. In a word, Halloween is just plain cool.

This weekend, I entered what I call "Phase 2" of my Halloween decorating. I constructed a ghost sculpture that I found on Martha Stewart's website.

Meet the newest member of the Nonerick family, Stewart.

We will have lots of photos from our Halloween this year. We have an donut party and a costume party. What are our costumes? Ryan is going as Billy Mays, and I'm going as Tippi Hedren from "The Birds."

Happy Halloween!

Leaf Peepers

Recently, Ryan and I went to the east coast for a little family bonding, R&R, and leaf peeping. For those of you who have no idea what leaf peeping is, it's an activity where city folk head to forested areas (also known as "the sticks") to enjoy a little bit of nature and a lot of maple flavored products. Lucky for us, we have family in Vermont, which saves us from qualifying as "yuppie leaf peepers" because we don't have to stay in a fancy bed and breakfast with couples like Bert and Ethel from Long Island.

Here are some pictures of our leaf peeping adventure.

Walking on an old carriage road covered in leaves.

Poor Alice!

Something about the beautiful view, colorful foliage, fresh snow, and work boots makes Ryan think about becoming a farmer. Then he realized that farmers don't have time to code.

The fiery trees seem to work together to create beautiful patterns.
It's almost as if the trees are saying "After you. No, after you."

Hangin' with Ava, Hannah, and baby Xander at our deluxe accommodations. Incidentally, their house used to be a fancy bed and breakfast. Yet more evidence that we can't avoid being yuppie leaf peepers.

We also attended a family wedding in Syracuse, but we need to get some pictures from Ryan's mom before we post about that part of our itinerary.

Thanks to Ryan's family for putting up with us for a full week! We had a great time and can't wait to see you again soon!

In loving memory of my grandfather, Gene McGlenn.

Last week, my grandfather, Archie Eugene McGlenn, passed away. To the grandkids, he was known as "Geno" or "Poppy", and he was the architect of many fond memories from spending time at the family cabin on the Swan River to riding in his convertible up "Going-to-the-Sun" road in Glacier National Park to golfing at Buffalo Hill Golf Course. In addition to his large family, he loved golf and is a member of the Montana State Golf Association Hall of Fame. For years, he would escape the cold winter weather for greener courses in Kona, Hawaii.

On Saturday, we said good bye to Geno with a small family burial service. His grave site is in a beautiful setting that includes views of the northern Rockies, swaying trees with leaves that play a soothing melody in the breeze, and good family company.

I was amazed by two things this weekend: (1) how much impact a single life can make on so many people, and (2) the remarkable fortitude and grace of my grandmother, Dorothy. Grandma Dot, as we call her, spoke about her love for Geno and also recognized a desire to live life to the fullest and explore her new independence. Her commitment to Geno was beyond description -- Geno and Dot were married for 62 years -- and she maintained a strong sense of herself that shows me she's a woman ahead of her time. Her patience, intelligence, good humor, and strength are things I admire greatly. I can only hope to be a fraction of the incredible woman she is, and I can't wait to see where life takes her in the years ahead.

Grandpa Gene and Grandma Dot at our wedding, which is on the same weekend as their wedding but 59 years later.

Grandpa Gene and Grandma Dot dancing at their 60th wedding anniversary.
Geno is wearing the same suit he wore on his wedding day!

Love you, Geno, and we will miss you! We promise to do our best to live life on the sunny side of the street!

The New Gift for the 3rd Anniversary: Dry Wall

As you know by now, we are finishing our basement. Ryan has done an amazing job tackling the first and most complicated room, the bathroom/utility room. We've put in new duct work, updated the electrical, framed the room, insulated, and this weekend we put up dry wall. As soon as this room is finished or mostly finished, we will move on to Ryan's media room. Hopefully we can get that space done in time for the MLS playoffs!

Can you tell that Ryan is really excited? His face says it all.

Ryan did a great job getting everything cut just right. I don't have that king of patience!

Safety first!

I called this device "the wedgie."

After many hours, we finally finish!

The future home of our washer, dryer, and laundry storage cabinets.

Work is tough!

Every year, my office goes on a river trip for a few days. For me, it's a chance to relive my days as a whitewater guide and get some incredible therapy. I know it sounds cliche, but when I get on a river, I'm reminded that I can't control everything and sometimes I have to "go with the flow" (pun intended). In my day to day life, I try to control everything. Ryan will gladly attest to this, and in fact, he deserves a lot of credit for putting up with my incessant questions about the basement remodel, his job, his bowel movements. Actually, I don't need to ask Ryan questions about his bowels, I'm all to aware of the health of Ryan's digestive system.

Anyway, when I get on the river, I immediately switch to a mode where I try to work with the river and not against it. For example, we were running Wapinitia Rapid, a class III rapid that has large waves and a couple of large boulders in the middle of the river that you have to get around or risk flipping or wrapping your boat, when I got pushed off my line going into the rapid. Usually, I like to scout class III rapids if I haven't seen them before, but that didn't happen in this case.

The river pushed our boat farther left than I wanted, and unfortunately, that put our boat in the perfect position to hit a massive boulder. I screamed a command to go left and quickly realized the river did not want me to go that way and we were seconds from hitting the threatening boulder. After I shouted an expletive that rhymes with "duck", I quickly realized what the river was doing and commanded my boat to work with the river instead of against it. It was an ugly run, but we made it and the river didn't punish me for trying to tell it what to do.

To see a few pictures of our boat in Wapintia Rapid, click here and look for photos 17-19. In case you are wondering what I'm wearing, we had a costume night and I'm borrowing a colleague's "Aunt Edna" costume from National Lampoon's Vacation with Chevy Chase. I'm wearing a housecoat over my life jacket and a pink curler in my hair. Classy!

Here's a link to another picture of us running Boxcar Rapid, another class III drop with a big juicy hole (the whitewater you see me hitting in the photo).

I love our annual trips on the river. Not only are they fun, but they are a great reminder that you can have the most rewarding experiences in life can happen when you aren't in control.

Ryan enjoying the view at our camp on night 3 of our trip.

River feet!

The beautiful Deschutes

Relinquishing control is probably easier when you've had a PBR.

Scouting Whitehorse Rapid

A momma dear that really needed a drink.

Our friend, Alex, likes to live dangerously!

A "trust" game for team building.