jkuhl wig partay, red,white,& blue

A beautiful child—funny, charming and very very smart. We played endlessly on an Iowa farm during summer visits that never lasted long enough. She and her sister Amy withstood my bossy and relentless efforts to “put on a show” for the adults or play “purple cow”—the name of a dinner theatre I had once attended. I love Jen’s laugh and her smile. I can see and hear her clearly even though time and space seperate us. Like many of you,she amazes me. I have been prompting friends, family and . . . some strangers to “turn on PrimalQuest Utah” this week as my incredible niece is on!!! Love Ya Jen!
Aunt Nessie

note to self: if I am ever feeling down, read Chewingfoil’s replies to Matty, Muneca, and Flirt, etc… I am bound to change my physiology with some belly laughs, from the CFoil pages o’Fun…—oxjk

EDTravel, hey, i didn’t clue into that you are a Utah girl as well, I think we are a similiar age and such, we should meet up and create a Succulent Wild Ladies wrecking crew and do coffee or some new castle…
thanks for your reply, i didn’t see what you saw,until you explained it…

yeah, i went on a date last night, and had to do some full combat, blocking with the guy with his beer goggles and saw that i don’t want to date, i am hoping the smokejumper comes home soon, his house is in SLC… to hang out and see where our relationship could go…

have a great week, and hope to chat in person soon, love and light, jennk

note FF, wants me to knit him a hat as well, I told him to take a number, like at Baskins Robbins…xojk

The stories about SCL continue, on mass,
The lastest was a memory of taking care of Nebo, the husky. Nebo, is a hyper young dog, if he doesn’t run a total of 10 miles a day, then look out for the chewing to start from one end of the house to the other. He has eaten 1 yoga matt, Adv. Race pack, and multiple shoes, pens, lipsticks, remote controls, rose bushes, dog dishes, doors, the list is crazy long,his nick name became, Special, as in, he is a Special Neebs dog…

But this one day the rampage started, he didn’t want to go from the car to the house without a scene, and he was not going to listen, he even looked at me and he wispered, “I don’t have to do what you tell me too, I am going to run over here” and he was loose, running into the neighbors open door in their basement. He ran in, I heard screams and then he ran out. His backend didn’t know if he should run, buck or swirl, he tossed his head, he was on the LOOSE, and fancy free. I was helpless, running after him carrying laundry and saying blah, blah, blah, “bad dog”...

But he didn’t know that he was being tracked by a NH skier and high school soccer star, who can juke and jive with the best of them. What I witnessed on “D” street was the best mid air tackle ever, when Neebs went right and faked, SCL, read the fake and went left, grabbing the white husky mid air and wrangled him without a brutal throw down. Finishing with an upright hog tie with no escape in sight for the dog.
I was amazed it was pure athleticism and I was jealous, of the timing, strength and smarts, from SCL. No way did that just happen because if he had wiggled free, a car was just cruising by at a good clip and who knows what could have happened. Special Neebs got carried into the house for some dinner, and “The Tackle” went down in history, as a dog whispering technique that can only be produced by the mighty, SCL…
—xojk

Matty, how could you?

Blofeld killed the best bond girl ever, the bride to James in Her Majesty Secret Service, (which i think is the sleeper awesome bond film of them all)

Stonecrusherlover, is one of the most fun, people to ski with. There is never an agenda, only to ski with passion, and with beauty and with ease. NO ALTA ANGST allowed. At last day of Alta last year, he went big on the trick box outside of Watsons and went so big, he landed flat, and lost his goggles, headband, and the crowd was heard saying “yeahhhhhhhh” when he took off, but by the end “ohhhhhhhhhh”, “Are you ok?”

He crushed the scene at last day, representing the crew, by being drunk, sunburn and having a concussion.

“WAY TO SEND IT, SEAM”

I will always remember a smooth line he flowed on Lone Pine, left side of the run, next to the fluff by the trees, me at the top, just wanting to ski that smooth and fluid and strong…

The first time that we skied together on my 32nd Birthday, he “blew up” on lower Tombstone, he crushed like 15 mogals in a row, but got over the hill picked up speed, and then skis and poles and gear went in all directions, like he hit a land mine…i only saw gear fly in the air, no body parts so thought he had to be ok. I skied up
and asked if he was ok, handed him his ski, and he said he was afraid he would do that skiing with me the first time.
This was when I first learned about his New Hampshire, Irish, testo blood, could max out and break things…bikes, skis, poles, goggles, lawn mowers, hapless camping gear…
After the 3rd major blow up in a week, one where he litterly walked out of his bindings on the high traverse, he was skiing one moment, and then walking the next with poles in hand not skipping a beat. Someone mentioned the bindings being crap, and they had problems down in the ski shop with them. He would never blame equipment for crappy skiing, but he should, because he is the best skier and smooth like no one else.

mattinNH,
actually needs to meet Seamus in NH, who is a skier, and friend, and (they might know each other, actually, but maybe not, ???)

and then he might be able to get on the “brace for impact” ski tour that happens in Utah Spring 2007…

life gets created, thru alignment
—xojk

I would like to meet and have a conversation about poverty with the humanitarian Bono, and then get back
stage tickets to see U2 live…