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We Need Your Votes!

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**Update: we just discovered you can vote for ALL our pictures. So, vote away! Links by the photos below**

It’s time to rally the troops! You could either call my family and me super cool or super nerdy. Probably super nerdy. Steamboat Resort posted a photo contest this winter calling for “Then and Now” photos. We have a treasure trove of “Then” photos from the last 30 years of skiing at Steamboat, so over this winter (including while I was home in February) we recreated some of our favorites. And, drumroll….we were finalists in 3 of the months. Which meant we won these sweet swag packs:

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This also means we we’re all finalists for the grand prize – a 15 day ski pass – wahoo!! This is where the nerdy part comes in – our family makes up 3 of the 10 finalists. Here’s where you guys come in – this is a popularity contest, so we need you’re votes!! The trick here is not to pull a Ralph Nader and split the votes. We’re rallying all our peeps behind a single picture. I’ve made you a handy dandy map to help you vote. We’ve chosen this photo of my cousin John and me skiing the trees when we were little.  You can vote once per day until May 15th. **VOTE EARLY AND VOTE OFTEN!!** And feel free to encourage your friends too 🙂 I know, I know. It’s not like you have anything else to do…don’t worry, I’ll remind you.

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Here are all the photos we submitted with their stories:

This was my submission. This is my sister and I giving some ‘tude at the top of Buddy’s Run after lunch. Notice the pink ski suit and pink goggles. My friend Carol and I recreated this in February. Vote here (after you voted for the primary one) for this photo.

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This is THE future winner, we know it. My mom submitted this classic photo of my cousin John and I taking a break in Shadows, a tree run through an aspen glade for which Steamboat is famous. We were six or seven years old in this picture. I also got chicken pox on this ski trip. #justsoyouknow Carol and I also recreated this in February. See the pink suit and goggles on me this time??

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This is my stepdad, Larry’s submission and is him and my sister on a chairlift. It seems my sister had a thing for sticking her tongue out. We ALWAYS ski with M&Ms. It’s the only time we had candy in the house. But, we didn’t always put the M&Ms in our nose. Not sure what that’s about, but it’s a funny pic. Pink ski suit and goggles are back on my sister. #thriftyfamily Also, is that a prehistoric selfie?? Support M&Ms in noses here.

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And, this is the picture my sister submitted that we were SURE was going to win the grand prize. And then, it didn’t even get chosen as a finalist. What the heck Steamboat?! It’s my mom teaching me to ski when I was 3 or 4 and 30 years later, teaching my nephew, Benjamin to ski. IN THE SAME SKI SUIT.  

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Ok guys. Go do your civic duty and VOTE!!! 



Buns and Beiber and Brunch

Somehow it’s already Wednesday – we had a whirlwind of a weekend and before we head into another crazy weekend, I want to make sure to document the fun. Friday was Earth Day—my people’s holiday! This photo makes an appearance most Earth Days, a throwback to when I was 6. #treehuggerinthemaking

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I spent Friday running all over picking up kegs…for work…yes, you never know what you’re going to get with my job. We hosted an Earth Day Happy Hour on campus. We had a fun evening celebrating our community’s sustainability efforts and listening to some great tunes. Afterward, we were excited to try out the new burger restaurant in town, Buns. Our town is cute and has an amazing history, but it does not cater to everyday families. This is a town full of NYC transplants and weekenders and it’s hard to go out for a meal and spend less than $100 on 3 people, so we were pumped to have a burger joint open with $8 burgers – – and they were good!!

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On Saturday, I had a nice visit with my aunt who was in town for my cousin’s lacrosse game (his college was playing my college). We enjoyed a beautiful spring day watching lacrosse and then rushed home to pull together a last minute BBQ (with more buns). We had a keg of hard cider left over from the Earth Day celebration and invited over work and local friends to work our way through it. It was super last minute and simple, but so nice to enjoy an evening with friends and finally put our porch to use. 

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Here’s where things get whacky. As I mentioned Friday, I’d gotten myself roped into going to the city for a Pop Star Dance Fitness Class at Banana Skirt Productions. I’d been promised Beyonce, but when the schedule came out it was Beiber. Ugh. But, we all signed up and headed to the city first thing Sunday morning. I am confident that I was the only person in the room with chicken poop on the bottom of their sneaks. #keepitclassy

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It ended up being a ton of fun and the fact that I don’t know any Beiber tunes didn’t matter a bit.

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Our teacher was AMAZING – she was super fun and energetic and a great teacher and had.the.moves. Holy cow. It was so neat to watch her dance. We stayed for two hours and “learned” the whole song. There were a few people who totally “got it” in the room, lots who think they “had it,” and most of us were just trying to not get run over. For entertainment value, here is the videos of us dancing. 

On the train home, I watched the video of what it was supposed to look like – hahahaha! OMG – we don’t look a THING like this. The difference between the two is hilarious! The moves are actually the same, but we’re not even close.

Here are the two videos from Banana Skirt. #dontjudge #solost

 

Part 1 of this weekends “Sorry” class! #JustinBieber #DanceYourAssOff #PopStarFitness #Fitspo #BananaSkirt

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Part 2 of this weekends “Sorry” class! #JustinBieber #DanceYourAssOff #PopStarFitness #Fitspo #BananaSkirt

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We rushed across midtown and rewarded ourselves with an AWESOME brunch at The Smith. It might have been the best brunch I’ve ever had. I had the potato waffle benedict—which I told myself was as close to paleo as I was getting that day—and it came with an stroooong  and good cocktail. I added a few oysters for good measure. The potato waffle combined with the creamed spinach made for a flavorful and unique take on eggs benedict. I hoovered mine and could totally have had a second plate. I have been totally insatiable lately. #justanFYI Everyone else’s meals were amazing too! We enjoyed a leisurely afternoon and then caught the train back upstate and were home in time for dinner.

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What a fun weekend! Monday came quick, but it was totally worth it. I’m headed back to the city for the third time this week #bleh! and then we’ll be in the weekend homestretch again. Happy hump day friends!



There’s a Fox in the Hen House – Fo’ Reelz

After working late last night (hosting a happy hour…rough, I know), my plan was to sleep in a bit this morning (nice and late…until 7ish). My sleep was interrupted around 6:30 when Taz started barking his head off. He’s great a crying wolf, so I put a pillow over my head and rolled over to try to sleep a bit more. But, he would not stop. He was losing.his.mind. I groaned and got out of bed to tell him to knock it off. As I came down the stairs I could see the piles of feathers in the yard and hear the chaos of terrified chickens. 

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After years of having chickens, I’ve learned that there are lots of things that want to eat your chickens—bears, foxes, skunks, coyotes, weasels, hawks, your FIL’s dog—so as I was standing there in my pj’s, I was searching the yard desperately to see what I was up against. At our old house, our chickens were an acre away (not a unit of distance, I know) at the top of a hill and we couldn’t see when they were under attack. Now, they’re 100 feet away, so we bear full witness to their demise. I spent this fall chasing a hawk off our chickens (literally, I actually hit it at one point), so I figured that’s what was out there, and then I saw it.

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Standing in the middle of our yard, with a chicken hanging from its mouth, was a fox. I went sprinting out the front door like a crazy person, barefoot, in my pajamas, screaming at the fox and looking for anything I could find to scare it away. I found a few rocks to throw at it and charged it. It looked at me, casually dropped the chicken (who ran off into the woods), and trotted away. It was clearly not worried about me. Realizing I couldn’t chase down a fox barefoot, I ran inside, threw on my pastel LL Bean Wellies, and ran back out to defend my flock. I was going for drama there, was that dramatic?

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The fox had looped around the house and was going in for the kill again by the coop. I kept charging at it, throwing rocks, and shouting, and it really couldn’t care less. It would drop whatever chicken it grabbed, run around the house, and come back for more. At one point, while I standing there throwing rocks and shouting, it was chasing a chicken directly at me and we ended up less than 10 feet apart. That fox has some cojones, man. 

I finally chased it down the road, but as it was running off, it found a chicken in the woods and carried away. Sad face. I figured it was distracted for a few minutes, so ran in to grab my phone and call TimTheFarmer, who was on a tractor. As I made laps around the house looking for the fox, rock in hand, TimTheFarmer shouted at me to get the rifle (remember, he was on a tractor, so I couldn’t hear him). Ummm…all the sudden I had all sort of excuses about how things were totally under control. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with the idea of doing what we need to do, and I’m a good shot, but the problem is that I never pay attention when whomever I’m shooting with shows me how to load the gun. I pay attention long enough to safely load the gun while I’m doing target practice, but the minute we’re done, that knowledge totally goes flying out one ear. Don’t rely on me when the zombies come. I decided to stick to my rocks, and try to round up the chickens.

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At one point, it seemed like we were down to 4 chickens. I couldn’t find any more, and given how balsy the fox was about grabbing them (he grabbed 4 different ones while I was chasing him around), I figured we’d had a massacre. I slowly lured each chicken I could find back to coop (and told the chicks in the brooder to thank their lucky stars we hadn’t gotten around to getting them outside yet…they’d be toast). As I did, other chickens started to emerge from the woods. Most were too spooked for me to pick them up, but the one back there on the grill was happy to hitch a ride back to the coop. I eventually recovered 11, which means that jerkface fox only got two.

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For now, they’re all safely locked in the coop and TimTheFarmer just got home to set up the electric fence. We used to always have them fenced in, but over the winter we let them totally free range, and they were happy has clams…or free ranging chickens. Clearly it’s time to set the electric fence back up and hope they stay in. Right now, Otis and I are on lookout patrol.

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And, it’s time to destroy the nearby fox den, which should prevent him from coming back. We learned this a couple years ago when chickens kept disappearing. It turns out that foxes only build dens once a year and that they build a couple dens. If you can destroy the closest den, they’ll often retreat to their other dens and leave you alone. To destroy a den, you need break it up/demolish it, and —and this is gross, but effective—urinate on and around it to establish that it’s not their territory any longer. This is what boys are for. We’ll also hang some vinegar-soaked sock balls around the coop area which also can keep foxes away. 

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Is it bad that as I was chasing away a fox with one of our chickens in its mouth, I thought, “Well, at least this will be a good story for the blog.”?