Ice Skating and Pumpkin Carving

Me on thin blades traveling on ice was highly entertaining for all observers. People: I can only walk with my feet as the good lord intended! I tip toed around the edge of the rink while Pete and Sam wizzed by at 60 mph. Adam, Ian, and Greg were a bit slower but by no means did they suck compared to me. Marcus refused to go on the ice (this was about the best decision anyone made that evening). We wore our scarves and mittens even though it was a brisk 70 degrees outside. I must say, my favorite part of the evening was getting back on solid ground. Here's a picture of Pete taunting me from the rink...

After our ice capades at Culver Arena, we all went to carve pumpkins. Fran(k) had dirty thoughts as he poked around inside the pumpkin with his hand. He had to excuse himself to have a moment. Kidding! I was a skeptic but his cat pumpkin turned out great. Adam's was by far the scariest. It took him the longest to complete and he is quite the perfectionist when it comes to fruit art. And, Virginia's... well... it was... a sad styrofoam pumpkin. At least her's will be around forever as it will never biodegrade. Mine only lasted for 3 days in the Southern California sun before melting into a pool of water and mold. It was pretty gross. Here is a picture of the pumpkin line-up for 2006 lit up at night for all to enjoy:
Greg made pumpkin seeds (from nine pumpkins!) in the oven the following day.

Being a burglar

So I woke up at 5:30am to go for a 3 mile run. It felt great since I have been super lazy lately. So I ran my little bit and came back to my house and poof... my house key had disappeared from my running pants. So I ran the 3 miles again and looked on the sidewalk for the key since I assumed it fell out. It vanished completely... no sign anywhere for the damn thing. Greg is out of town and I am completely locked out. Oh, and I have to be at work at 7:45am and it is now 6:55am. It takes me 20 minutes to drive to work. Luckily my neighbor was out sweeping his sidewalk and he offered to "spot" me while I climbed onto the roof to let myself in through an open window. The most frightening thing is no one on the busy street even did a double take while my ghetto ass was hanging out of the window while falling half way into our bedroom as the older latino man was coaching me.... Hmmm... It was fun burglarizing my own apartment.