Rebelling Without a Rec Pass

Our niece and my sister-in-law stayed with us a for a few days this week.   When I found out they were coming, I told Will - "Kirstin likes having her picture taken...I'll have my very own kid model!"

We went up to Maureen's house to take some pictures along the beach that she lives on...Maureen is always a willing photographical subject.  We wandered around the lake, getting some shots here and there, trying to avoid being picked up and carried off by the new birds that have been infesting Colorado due to flood waters.

Some call them mosquitoes, I call them birds.

Anyways, we made a big ol' loop and got back to her backyard/beach right as the sun was going down.  We were getting a couple final shots in, when a young guy in a black uniform comes strolling over with his aviator shades on.

FYI, people who wear their aviators after sunset are a special kind of people...especially when they're in uniform.

Now, I know that in this particular area, with it's particular wealthy people, they have a tendency to be a little snooty and protective of their precious beach.  They have officers patrolling on 4-wheelers throughout the day, just to be sure no one trespasses on their precious beach.  Wouldn't that be terrible to have commoners on our beach?????  AH!

So when Mr. Aviator walked toward us, I figured we were in the way of his patrolling.  I did not expect him to stop and interrogate us...

"Do you have a rec pass?"
"Uh, a what?"
"A rec pass."
"No?"
"Do you live here?"
"No, but she does." (Point to Maureen.)

He then proceeded to use his incredible detective abilities to deduce whether or not Maureen actually lived in the house ten yards behind us.  He scolded her for not having her rec pass on her while she was out and about.  He also got her phone number so he could confirm that she was a resident of this particular area.

I hope he gets paid a lot. His job seems really demanding and difficult. I also hope that when he got home that night, he felt like he had served his community well.  He had deterred a possible trespasser from trespassing, had we been trespassers and not actually been standing in Maureen's backyard.

Job well done.  I think the aviators helped.

Maureen is kind of a rebel.  I wouldn't be surprised if she ventures out into her backyard again without her rec pass.  Living life on the edge.

Kirstin.

 Maureen.

Remember to click on the images to see them in a larger size.  My flickr page also has a bunch more images from our mini-photoshoot - I haven't edited them all yet.

Don't mind Maureen, she should have been a pin-up model. =)

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I'm doing the Advocare 24 Day Challenge.  It's a ten day cleanse followed by fourteen days of a strict diet with energy booster supplements and fat blasters and metabolism speeder uppers.  (I'm so eloquent sometimes).

I've learned one big thing from this cleanse so far (three days into it).  Fiber sucks.  I can hardly choke down the fiber drink every day.  It's like tearing up some cardboard, putting it in a glass of water to soak over night, then stirring it and chugging it in the morning.  Gross.  Gross.  Gross.

After this cleanse is over, I shall be on the hunt for fiber that doesn't make me gag.

On a different note that will make my husband and parents extremely happy, I haven't had a drop of diet pepsi since Saturday night.

I usually drink at least three cans of diet pepsi daily.  Breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Milk?  No thanks, I'll take a diet.  Water?  Gross, I'll have a pop.

But this cleanse prohibits pop, so I've been drinking nothing but water and the occasional Spark energy drink that is part of the program.   The Spark flavor pink lemonade smells like one of two things: livestock feed or the vet's office.  It's tastes great, but it smells funky.

I need to go mix up my livestock feed drink now, it's about that time.