Once Again, "Yes, We Live Here."

I called the hubs on my way to work this morning, and told him to just go take a look at the mountains and the blue sky.  It's been so cloudy and hazy here this last week, it was so nice to see such a clear, pretty view.

At the end of the day, he surprised me with a photo that he took while he was out there.  Beautiful.

Bravo, Ohio

Yesterday was our second attempt to become official Coloradans.  Our first venture to register the car to Colorado and get new drivers' licenses was kind of a bust.  After discovering that all but two of the many listed DMV locations on the Colorado government website don't even exist, we only arrived at the true location with an hour left in their day.  Needless to say, the line was overflowing out the door, and it was looking like a 2-3 hour wait until they called our numbers.  So we went in for attempt number two yesterday morning.  We arrived twenty minutes before they even opened, and stood in a line that already wrapped around the hallway outside the entrance.  Luckily, we were fifth and sixth in line, so it only took them a FULL HOUR to get us processed.  Seriously - an hour for the fifth and sixth person in line that morning.  And after all of that, we still only walked out with a piece of paper, hoping that the bars and airport would accept this as our official ID for the next 30 days.

I am horrified to report that this was almost identical to the DMV situation that we had to go through in Texas, just two years ago.  Go to the office, wait in line for half an hour just to get a number, then wait for multiple hours until anything productive happens.  When they finally do call your number, it takes all of three minutes to have them put your information in the computer, check that your eyes work, and take your picture.  And just like Colorado, Texas also only gives you a piece of paper, assuring you that it will be fine for your husband who travels every weekend from Ohio to Texas.  This folded piece of paper is just as good as any laminated, hologrammed piece of sturdy plastic.  Of course it is!

Both of these situations made me long for my home state of Ohio.  I have no idea how they've risen SO FAR above such states like Texas and Colorado, but they have their process down!  I've never had to take a number at any Ohio DMV, and the lines are usually a single roped off area.  I can only remember waiting behind maybe  five or six people at the most, and when they are all done, they GIVE YOU YOUR LICENSE!!  What a novel idea, right?  So I wanted to say, "Bravo to the Buckeye State!"  We had no idea how good we had it...

Raspberry Pie

I had to save this one for its own post.  I have not felt this connected to my wonderful late grandmother in such a long time.  Just licking the spoon after mixing up the berries in the cinnamon, sugar, and flour were enough to make my heart skip a beat.  It brought back memories from so long ago.  This is a treat that I will be mastering and making for the rest of my life.  Even if it's just to get that feeling back every once in a while.

Now - I do have to give all the credit for this particular masterpiece to my husband.  He mixed up the dough, and had the pleasure of trying to roll it out just perfectly.  This was no easy feat for his first time, and I should have warned him against using too much flour.  haha   But we figured it out.

Letting the pie cool for the necessary duration of time was probably the hardest part.  As soon as we possibly could, we both cut (very messy) slices, and scooped out some plain vanilla ice cream to top it off.  I have never seen my husband literally (using this word in complete earnest here) lick the plate clean for any food.  But this has happened two nights in a row now.  hahaha  He says it's the best dessert he's ever had.

I don't think I'll be hearing any protests whenever I want to make another one.  Maybe blackberries next time?

I think we have finally settled into our apartment.  A HUGE thanks to the hubs for taking all of our empty boxes down to the recycle bin this past week.  Why the moving company decided to leave that service out of our contract, I will never understand.  And why the apartment complex only has 1 trash room for our 4 story building - which is at least a 5 minute walk from our apartment, especially when carrying giant boxes - is also beyond me.  But we have space in our living room finally, and most of our belongings have found a place.

So of course, now that we're feeling settled, it's time to stock up the freezer!!

I was overly ambitious (as usual), but my wonderful husband rescued me from a day of hell.  He helped with everything and anything I needed, and he really should get credit for cooking more than half of the food.  I ended up being the dishes expert while he handled the food.  I would not have gotten done without him.  xo

So as a little bit of background info: We have an amazing friend, who attended the Culinary Institute of America in New York.  She is my endless source of knowledge when it comes to food, kitchen appliances, cooking, and baking.  A couple of years ago, she blessed our house with her personal cook book, and introduced us to some of its recipes at her annual Superbowl party.  She also showed me how to cook the items in bulk, and freeze them properly.  So now we like to have a fully stocked freezer full of snacks and meals.  It really makes the cooking process so much easier at the end of a long work day.

Before we left Texas, our goal was to finish all of our freezer foods.  We really had no way of taking them with us because of the odd timing that our moving company and apartment complex pushed upon us.  The empty freezer in our apartment for the last month has been kind of depressing.  So yesterday, we cooked up three different batches of snackable treats, and two batches of our dinner staples:

Fridge overflowing with ingredients in the morning.

Chicken for Chicken Spring Rolls, and Butternut Squash
Rice Balls; Pork for Shredded Chipotle Pork; Beef, Veal
and Pork for Italian Meatballs.

Hubbie cooked up the mix for the Chicken Spring Rolls.  These
are horrible for you, but they are possibly the most delicious
treats I've ever had.  We bought some fresh "meat market"
Chorizo Sausage this time, and we couldn't stop picking at it.

This meatball recipe is ridiculous.  It came from a relative with true
Italian roots, so you know it's one of the best!

I unfortunately didn't take any photos of our Loaded Potato Wraps, but that was on the list as well.  Once we finally got everything bagged up and in the freezer, we had spent 5 1/2 hours in the kitchen and we had run the dish washer 3 times!  It made for a very long day, but it's nice to have options ready to go again.  Anything to make life a little easier...

Cycling Pros in Colorado

One of our first Colorado highlights was getting the chance to see the US Pro Cycling Challenge in person.  The 7 day race came through Boulder on Saturday, August 25th, so the hubs and I decided to trek over that way to see them up close.  We started out downtown Boulder, on Pearl Street.  The race was scheduled to pass by us on 7th Street, so we shimmied our way to the front of the crowd, and leaned against the railing.

Crowd Along 7th Street

I probably had a better view than the hubs, but I just remember screaming as they flew by at 25+ miles per hour!  Tejay van Garderen was holding the lead that day, so when he passed by, the crowd went crazy!!

After we re-lived the experience twenty more times over lunch at our favorite place, we decided to walk over to Baseline Road.  This is where the final climb of the day's race would start.  Apparently, we weren't the only ones with the same idea.  We walked with crowds toward Chautauqua Park, and waited by the side of the road.  George Hincapie flew right past me.  I had my fists flying in delight (lil' sister's "MO" style), and probably came a little too close.  Glad I didn't end up "one of those people" who knocks a cyclist off his bike during a race.  Especially because it was George's last race in a very impressive career.

We took the bus home after the events, and I got a little emotional.  The excitement of the day was enveloping, and I started to feel very sad about never getting a chance to see George race like that again.  But we will definitely be going back next year.  Maybe VIP on top of the Flagstaff finish?  haha

If you look closely, you can see people lining the road all the way up the side of the mountain pass!!

Jens Voight's bike: famously painted with "SHUT UP LEGS."

The Cruiser

Our second day in Colorado, my husband took me down to the University Bike Shop in downtown Boulder to get a cruiser bike.  I had wonderful intentions of using the cruiser for all of my local errands: grocery shopping, going to the gym, getting to the running trail, going to the local mall, going to local restaurants, etc.  In the last month, I've found out that: 1) the closest grocery store is a bit like Kro-Ghetto, so I've had to seek out another one where the shopping is a bit better.  This unfortunately means that I can't make it out there on my bike.  2) My new gym is practically in my front yard.  It's easier to walk than to get the bike prepped, ride the three minutes there, chain it up, and then go work out.  3) The closest running trail requires a more sophisticated piece of cycling equipment to get there.  Over a mile of rolling hills from our apartment, I can't make it there with my cruiser's three gears.  4) So far, I've had a hard time convincing the bubs to ride to the mall or the restaurants with me.  Coach has him working so hard every afternoon, that by time we go out to do those things, he doesn't want to think about getting back on the bike.

Alas, I regret to inform that my first outing on my cruiser was just this past Saturday morning.  I was sick of it just sitting in the apartment, so I ignored the quality of the local grocery store, and took a ride over there for my weekly trip.  I brought four bags with me, and figured I could put two of them in the basket, and two of them on my back to ride home with the food.  Unfortunately, our list was just a little too long, and I ended up with a straggling bag on my right forearm for the entire ride home.  Needless to say, the ride was a little wobbly.  But I made it!

Now that the inaugural ride has been completed, I hope to find more excuses to get on the cruiser.  It is so much fun to ride.  Almost as fun as it is to look at!

Welcome to Colorado

I have officially decided to take over the maintenance of our shared page for a while.  Since our K.R.E.Design endeavors came to a halt a while ago, it only seemed appropriate to update the blog itself.  I'll try to encourage the hubby to add some new posts every once in a while, too.  But it's hard to tear him off of his bike these days.

So - we have finally made our way to Colorado!  After years of pining away for the mountain views, cycling scene, and crisp air of Denver, we finally snagged some local jobs and got ourselves out of Texas.  After two weeks, two moving trucks, and a car-full of belongings, we have finally settled into a small apartment in Broomfield.  The apartment complex is close to a ton of restaurants and stores, and the hubs is only a 20 minute bike ride from the mountains.  We love the area, and hope to stay in Broomfield for many years to come.

As a short update on what's to come:

1. My husband started racing his road bike in the winter of 2012.  He became a Cat 3 racer within the first 6 months, and now the racing season is winding down.  I only saw him race once in Colorado, and can't wait for next year's season to begin.  I will be sure to keep up with race updates and pictures as we go.

2. I have a new job, working for a western-wear apparel company in Westminster, CO.  The company sponsors several events every year, and I'll be sure to keep you posted on anything exciting.

3. We both have brand new TREK mountain bikes!  We've already taken them for a trail ride, and I'm sure there will be many more to come.  So. Much. Fun.

4. News to come as I train for my first 5K, and hope to step up my game with some other individual races this upcoming year.  Encouragement welcomed!


As we like to say to each other every day, as we look at views like this: "Yes, we live here now."