We got to spend an amazing fall afternoon at our traditional pumpkin patch and corn maze spot, Cagle’s Dairy Farm. It’s a lot bigger (and a lot more crowded!) than when we first started going there 8 or 10 years ago, but no less fun. The main attraction for the kids, and sometimes the adults, are the jumpy pillows. They are like huge, permanent trampolines, and they are free. A complete blast! They also have a corn maze, a hayride down to the lake with multiple bonfires for s’mores, and a haunted barn (which we skip because several of the Olssons who shall remain nameless are complete weenies about stuff like that. Ahem.). This year, Grammie and the Roswell Andersons got to with us and we had such a fun time. Enjoy the photos.
All right, so: people have been asking (because a certain someone *cough*Beth*cough* leaked the information), and the answer is yes: I has new job. That’s right, after a dozen years out of the paying workforce, I’m BACK, baby!
And I couldn’t have asked for a better fit for my situation of still needing to be the primary caregiver (which, these days, involves fewer bodily fluids but more gasoline). I will be working from right here in front of my own computer – which is where I spend most of my time anyway, if you ask my family.
More importantly than anything else, though, is this is a fantastic group of people with a product you may already have heard me waxing rhapsodic about in the past, well before any sort of paid employment was on the table. I will be doing email support for Agilebits, the makers of 1Password.
If you don’t know what 1Password is, you and I probably haven’t spoken computer-talk in years. I advocate it to everyone in this day and age of simultaneous increasing hacking vulnerabilities and more and more of our sensitive information being stored online. Some way to manage all of your various passwords has become essential, and nobody does it better than Agilebits. What makes them such a good company is they’re a group of people who truly love and believe in what they do — so naturally, they do it well. And it’s an infectious spirit to be around and be a part of. I really can’t imagine a better fit for me, in many ways.
So that’s all the news that’s fit to print for now. Today was my first day, and my head is still swimming a bit. Gotta go catch some shut-eye.
That’s right! Jack made it through the Divisionals in Houston last month and thus earned a berth in the National Championships which (thankfully) were held here in Atlanta this past Thursday, Friday and Saturday, July 10-12. Here’s the video (this was uploaded in HD, so crank up the resolution and watch it full-screen!):
Thursday, the day this video was shot, was preliminaries. There were an absolute TON of contestants from all over the country, and only the top finishers moved on to the finals on Friday. Unfortunately, Jack was literally the first person after the cut-off, meaning if he had done better than ONE other person, he would have made it to the finals on Friday.
Needless to say, we were crushed to learn just how tantalizingly close Jack had come to advancing to the finals, but both sets of grandparents who attended and of course also we, his family, were SO proud of his finishing time of 12.13 seconds. This was Jack’s first year of competitive climbing, and for him to have made Nationals is a tremendous achievement. We’ll get ‘em next year! Go Jack!
Every July 4th, the AJC hosts the Peachtree Road Race. From it’s humble beginnings in 1970 when 110 runners did the course on sidewalks, it has grown into the largest 10K in the world with 60,000 people braving the heat and humidity to run, jog and walk the scenic route from Buckhead to Midtown. There are elite runners from all over the world who start the race in seeded positions with a goal of the prize purse ($100,000 this year), but the vast majority of participants are running for The Shirt.
The official race t-shirt is perhaps the most popular aspect of the Peachtree Road Race, perhaps due to the limited numbers of t-shirts available in the early race years. Each year a different design is chosen through a contest sponsored by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution newspaper and a limited number of shirts are made. T-shirts are only available to runners who finish the race, and thus have become a status-symbol among Atlanta culture.
No one know which design has won until the first runners collect their shirts. The winning choice is very hotly debated, but regardless of your opinion of the shirt, you wear it with pride for the rest of your Independence Day celebrations. In fact, I have mine on right now and it looks like this.
For this first time this year, Meredith and I got do the race together, along with Todd, Heather and Todd’s BFF Jeff. It was something I’ve done a few times before and I was just thrilled to get to share it with her. We were lucky enough for an outstanding day, weather wise. Just before we got to the starting line it was 69 degrees with relatively low humidity. Absolutely perfect.
The start is set up in waves of several thousand runners in order to handle crowd control. Our group was assigned wave Y. We tried to sneak in with group R and got totally busted by the PRR security and were escorted outside a fence to wait for our wave.
I’ve uploaded a bunch of pictures, with captions that I hope will give you a glimpse into what a fun tradition this race is….one I can’t wait to do again next year!
PERFECT morning for a 6.2 mile run!
Our gang of brave souls!
Everyone celebrates patriotism in their own way…it’s all good!
A, ahem, “rear view”
Heather’s dad…one of 3,000 PRR volunteers, and a long standing tradition for him.
It can get a little boring waiting for your wave to reach the start line. By this point, we’d been hanging out for over an hour.
So, we decided to wave jump. Although our group was “Y”, we thought we’d sneak in with the “R”s. Think again! Well done PRR security!
This flag is at the start line and is probably 80 feet tall.
Notice the news helicopters buzzing around.
Finally! Getting close to the start!!
Are you ready?
Thousands of people line the route to cheer the runners and encourage us with signs. (Note, Kenyan’s have taken the men’s division 10 of the last 15 years).
This was about mile 3 and we’re starting to ask “what were we thinking?!”
Our local weather guy!
Scenic views, note all the confetti.
We made it to mile 4, only 2.2 to go!
And this is Lamar who will turn 90 in September.
Rock on Lamar!!
So many funny slogans.
Midtown all dressed up, All along the route are bands playing live music, people handing out water and beer. And the priest at the Episcopal church splashes holy water on the runners. :)
Welp, it’s summertime across the USA, and as yesterday was the Inverness 4th of July pool party extravaganza and we have ourselves (courtesy of Wells Fargo) a shiny new GoPro Hero 3+ to play with, we figured, why not take the sucker for a spin? Note: this thing’s got pretty amazing resolution, so crank the settings up to full and hit full screen. Summer, y’all!:
I got a new snazzy lens for my camera today, so I stuck around for Meredith’s riding lesson and took some shots. I haven’t actually watched her ride in a while and I was impressed with her progress. She’s really getting good. Enjoy!
Yes, Lars and Beth went to Laguna Beach, CA this past week. Not the entire week, just Sunday through Wednesday (5/11-14). It was what Beth called a “recognition event” from her employer. They called it “Celebrating the Stars,” which amounts to the same thing. In essence, throughout the nation – and at all levels of the company (or nearly all) – managers and co-workers were asked to nominate people whose work had been truly exceptional over the past year, and the recipients of this honor were invited to bring one guest and attend this event.
Though it was employer-based (and paid for!), it was only nominally a “work event.” In fact, there was only one short meeting of all the employees, for about 90 minutes, and that wasn’t even truly work, it was more a welcome and a short presentation on what criteria people were chosen on, and how to continue high caliber work in the future. The rest of the time we were explicitly told to have fun, NO work. Laptops not allowed, etc. So we did. Join us after the fold to see what we mean – let’s just say it was an incredible trip
In the rock climbing world, there are fifteen regions in the USA, which in turn make up five larger divisions (click the map (or here) for interactive map at USAClimbing site):
U S A • C L I M B I N G • R E G I O N S
Annual competitions go from local “comps” to (for those who score high enough to qualify) Regional competitions, to (again, for climbers who make the cut) Divisionals, and finally to Nationals. Saturday, May 10th was the Regionals competitions for climbing regions all over the United States. And Jack, having placed high enough in local comps, was invited to compete at the Deep South Regional in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Here’s the video I took of his three attempts. This year, each climber in Male C (Jack’s age group) was given only ONE attempt at three different problems. I missed the very beginning of route #1, but got all of #2 and #3. Enjoy! (and apologies for the shaky/grainy camera work: I had to climb the stairs across the warehouse to get a decent vantage point):
Oh…and if you were wondering? Jack placed 7th out of 15, ensuring him a spot to go on to Divisionals in Houston in June! Yay, Jack!
The last vacation we all took together was 2 years ago, spring break of 2012 when we went to visit DC and meet my then-newest niece, Ella. So this year, we decided to head south to the coast to spend a few days in NOLA (New Orleans, LA). It was an all around fantastic trip. Here are my thoughts, day by day, with some pictures to round out the post.