tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69856386176081719772011-04-21T15:45:29.187-05:00Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512624643270229407noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985638617608171977.post-77520686552997924972008-04-22T22:32:00.012-05:002008-12-11T01:53:19.353-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA63uMEd3uI/AAAAAAAAACA/dpTYWOxzumw/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192289424546586338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA63uMEd3uI/AAAAAAAAACA/dpTYWOxzumw/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA63usEd3vI/AAAAAAAAACI/kFk01AKf42I/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192289433136520946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA63usEd3vI/AAAAAAAAACI/kFk01AKf42I/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA6ybMEd3sI/AAAAAAAAABw/U-4vIThzRL8/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192283600570932930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA6ybMEd3sI/AAAAAAAAABw/U-4vIThzRL8/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just returned from the Sea Otter Classic, and I am glad to be home. It was exhausting but I had a lot of fun even though it was work. If you don't know the Sea Otter Classic is a huge mountain bike festival in Monterey, CA. It was also my birtday when I was out there and was dubbed princess for a day. I ran into some mountain bike celebs such as Travis Brown, Andrew Shandro, and Gary Fisher. We had a women's wine and cheese party to kick off our women who ride <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA6ybcEd3tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XfR-hT9xKGs/s1600-h/Gary+Fisher.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192283604865900242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA6ybcEd3tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XfR-hT9xKGs/s320/Gary+Fisher.JPG" border="0" /></a>club.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA6yaMEd3rI/AAAAAAAAABo/cs8Fw1SLnkg/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192283583391063730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/SA6yaMEd3rI/AAAAAAAAABo/cs8Fw1SLnkg/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Here is my week highlighted </p><ul><li>Caught up with my high school friend Heather</li><li>Ate a lot of fish</li><li>Sang karoke at a local sushi dive</li><li>Sunburnt, windburnt, dustburnt </li><li>Spread the Trek women specific design love</li><li>Still can sport a crown at 28</li><li>Heard sea lions barking at 4:30 in the morning</li><li>Came back to a warm Wisconsin and left a cold California</li><li>Listened to strangers play Rock Band 8 hours a day for 4 days</li><li>Met some crazy ass downhillers</li><li>Drank a lot of unfiltered Saki. Yumm</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985638617608171977-7752068655299792497?l=lindsaywillbikeforwine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512624643270229407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985638617608171977.post-19993052395802235232008-02-27T15:56:00.007-06:002008-12-11T01:53:20.125-06:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/R8XjaI7TM6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/656R63zZo9A/s1600-h/269_Girl_Scout_Patch_for_BFBB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171789785317192610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqMDzIzdMY/R8XjaI7TM6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/656R63zZo9A/s320/269_Girl_Scout_Patch_for_BFBB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I work at a place that sells fitness, not only to the consumers but to their employees. Oddly enough, we have a girl scout selling chocolaty goodness inside the building, OK she didn't skip school to sell cookies, but they brought the cookies home and the mysterious parent said "Oh I will take these to work and they will sell like hot cakes." </div><div></div><br /><div>And of course 2:30 rolls around and everyone worked out and is getting the afternoon snack bug, so they sold like hot cakes. So back to my title: Are they aliens? You tell me: they are short, green, choose a disguise that no other human would wear, on a mission, and have objects disguised as cookies that will make us misshapen and shorter our lifespan, and are shaped like UFOs (well all cookies are). The final clue: check out the pic I added of their business badge, holy crap this confirms everything. I think I am onto something. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So did I give in? No I did not give my money to the superior being, but I stole two from my neighboring cubical co-worker. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985638617608171977-1999305239580223523?l=lindsaywillbikeforwine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09512624643270229407noreply@blogger.com2