This was taken two years ago at Lambeau during the Viking game. The final score was something like 26 to 0 - a shut-out in favor of the Packers. How about a repeat on Sunday? I'm feeling it. Are you?
Let the wild rumpus begin!
Friday, October 30, 2009
ready to rumble
This was taken two years ago at Lambeau during the Viking game. The final score was something like 26 to 0 - a shut-out in favor of the Packers. How about a repeat on Sunday? I'm feeling it. Are you?
Let the wild rumpus begin!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Mrs. Rodgers and 292 photos
292 photos – yes, you read correctly. There were 292 photos taken on Sunday from 8 am until 4:39 with my camera. Is that even humanly possible? And after reviewing this fine collection, I can say that maybe this camera should be put away for a while. Oh, who am I kidding – I’m not going to do that. That would not be fun and we know that is the name of the game – especially on a Packer Sunday.
So the story begins as Sue and I take off from Pickett in the mustang at 8:15 am. Let’s cram as much as humanly possible into a Mustang convertible and use it as a tailgate device, shall we? I was a little put off because I then realized we wouldn’t even be arriving in GB until closer to 9:30 and then that only leaves 2+ hours to tailgate. Have I lost my tailgate edge, I pondered? What time did we start these events last year? I guess I was a little rusty (as this was the first tailgate of the season) so we decided we needed to beat cheeks and get there pronto. We pulled into the lot at 9:18 exactly. Whew! You’d hate to miss a minute of pre-game cocktailing, don’t you know?
As we get to the lot, I am being told by the parking attendant to go to the back of the lot. Well, I tell him, I just talked to your son Matt and he told me I could park at the front of the lot – closest to the stadium. He tells me no, that is reserved for handicapped people – you need to go to the back. Hmmm? I pull in and Matt sees us and flags us over to where I wanted to park in the first place. Once my keys are out of the ignition, I am not moving. Especially when you pay $40 to park in the first place – everyone in that lot should park wherever they darn well please, if you ask me. I am happy – I am in my favorite spot!
Anyhow, we’re parked – we take down the top and begin to unload and fire up a bloody. Brenda and her dad, Norman and sister Lisa and good friend Patty arrive and so the party begins. It is pretty quiet in this lot – because they won’t let anyone else park near us (on purpose, I have no idea), but after a bloody mary and a beer and then some music, well, it just unfolds and unfolds FAST. That always seems to happen at a GBP game. I think I like to believe we EASE into it but then it is like an avalanche hits at 10:45 am. I’m pretty sure that is the bewitching hour (or the time the cocktails kick in??).
Now Sunday was the Packers Women’s Association Food Drive. All the GBP wives were stationed around the stadium asking for monetary donations or food donations for local food pantries. Well, I decided that I was going to be MRS. RODGERS for the day and help at one of these stations.
What does he think this is, a bakery?
So Susan adjusted my jersey so everyone knew I was Aaron’s WIFE (not mother, got it – wife). Let’s face it, I never made it to any of these food stations but the comments I received throughout the day, well, were priceless. I can’t mention some of them because, well, they just weren’t too nice either. But I have thick skin and I can take it so it was worth it. As you might guess, there were lots of other girls who thought they were Mrs. Rodgers – silly girls! Ha! Do not fear – I set them straight!
Hey, times are tough - I can't spring for a new custom jersey yet until I know if this marriage is going to work out.
Back to the party, Tim and Kim arrive and Kim lets it be known, “I do not want to see any photos of me with my tongue out or doing stupid stuff. I mean it.” That’s like me talking to Sadie or Sophie – blah, blah, blah is all they hear.
Of course I won't take any photos of you doing stuff you will regret in the am.
Now really, I don’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do in front of the camera. You can blame it on the Sambuca shots or the magnetic draw of Lambeau or being caught up in the moment, but don’t blame it on me. Karen and Dean arrive. Teri and her son, Jessie. Mike and Susie. And on and on and on. The music gets louder. The lucky Sambuca shots get lined up. Drinks are spilled. Food is tipped over. Intelligent conversation goes by the wayside. People start doing really goofy stuff and I capture it on film. Ahhhh, see some things never change.
This kinda reminds me of the clown car at the circus...
Thank goodness for Kim and Karen. Seriously. They always are watching the clock and know when to tell me to start packing up – but the best part is that they DO IT. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I would still be in that parking lot at halftime. There is a rhyme and reason when I pack up before a tailgate – there is NO rhyme or reason at 11:30 am. I’m amazed I didn’t lose car keys; money; ticket. I’m amazed the battery didn’t croak (ok, a convertible is AWESOME because you can crank the music REALLY loud and everyone around you gets to enjoy it – as Kevin said ‘you are a juke box on wheels’ with the Mustang – and then everyone dances – that baby is going to the Viking game – it is!!). I’m amazed everything fit back in the convertible and I’m even more amazed the top was able to go up. I do think God loves the Packers and Packer fans – in fact, I’m sure of it.
The 'juke box on wheels' was kickin out some tasty tunes from the Black Eyed Peas and Brenda and Karen and Kim were diggin it!
So, by the time we are ready to go, we decide we just might as well wait for the flyover and watch it outside (I know – same crap; different day). By then, Susan has accosted every police officer and fireman we come upon.
It is time to get into the stadium, darn it! 
Can I just say that these guys aren't even COPS and Sue is trying to get frisked by them...and they obliged.
After another 15 minutes, we finally get to our seats – we have missed the first two scores.
This is Norman and Lisa - I'm sure they will never sit with Susan, or I, ever again.
Go figure, huh? The shenanigans continue. I get a few pictures of my ‘husband’ for the day and fend off more comments as he continues to get sacked religiously (what is with that – really?). I tell people I will go and talk to him at halftime and get it all taken care of.
Speaking of halftime, as is custom, off to the Leinie Lodge we went.
I would like to preface this whole blog by saying that I drink prior to the game and then stop (ok, I had one beer in the game) as I need to get my cargo back home in one piece. My cargo, on the other hand, did NOT stop drinking at all during the game. While in the ‘lodge,’ I saw my husband for the day there. WHAT THE? Perhaps if he’d stop hanging around these loose women and play some football, he wouldn’t be getting sacked day in and day out? We obviously need to talk. Really though, doesn’t this guy look like Aaron? I have like 20 other photos of him from different angles - we had to be sure!
Really, he looks like #12 - he does.
The second half begins and I want to go back in the stadium (did I tell you I wore shorts for the game? Oh yeah!!). Susan did not want to go back so I told her, ‘use your ticket to get back to the seats.’ Well, Susan did not appear until 4 minutes left in the game. She had no cell phone either so calling would have been fruitless. Now, I love a good laugh and this could not have played out more perfect. We watched her walk up the steps and then try to figure out where we were and what seat she should be in. She made it to the correct row, but then she went down the other section and kept walking. By now, people within three rows of me are laughing as hard as I am (and I am capturing it all on film) and finally I ask if someone would care to go and retrieve her. “Nick Barnett” steps up and fetches her and brings her back to us. Below are some of the shots of it all unfolding. I still laugh out loud when I see these and think about it. Yes, I am a nice friend, I know.
Check this dandy shot out - two young lovers find each other at Lambeau Field. I love the lighting. Is this catalog material or what?
The game ends! A shut-out! Wooo woooo! Time to go and yes, it takes us a LONG time to get back to our car. Lots of fun people in the crowd and this girl and I got into a bit of a tangle because she said SHE was Mrs. Rodgers. Well, we bickered and fought for a while, but then made up. See below.
It was either we made up or there would have been hair pulling and kicking and scratching. This is nicer - the new me!
Then I went off and talked to her real boyfriend while she was trying to get Sue to rent said boyfriend for a night of crazy adult behavior. I only caught bits and pieces of this conversation and I’m kinda sad I didn’t listen closer because this could have been the book idea I’m looking to write. Drat! Sue doesn’t remember much of the conversation either. I know what section and row these kids sit in so I will go back and find them for the Viking game. Maybe we’ll make out again?
See, you can be friends with anyone and everyone when you're at Lambeau Field.
At last, back to the car! And the natives are restless! People were getting ready to kick in the windows to get food and beverages (like they needed anymore as it is). Out comes the cooler and more food and more laughter and frivolity. By now, I am pretty sober, but enjoying the childishness around me. Brenda then asks if I’d like to leg wrestle. Bring it on, baby! There’s nothing sexier than middle aged cougars leg wrestling in the middle of a parking lot after a Packer game, right? I limbered up the best I could and then went to the task at hand. That Race Around the Lake has paid off – I BEAT BRENDA! Wooo woooo!!! Finally! See photos below.
Here, I am just coming out of a tripod - I was ready to go into a headstand and I saw TIM running up behind me. I got out of that vulnerable position FAST! Impressive, huh?
More limbering up for the big match. Equally as impressive, I know.
And here it is - I won. But look, she is lifting her body off the ground - that is illegal, I am sure of it.
But then, she went and beat me in the second match. Boooo! I do think she cheated and did not lay flat on the ground AGAIN. Kim, you need to referee a little better next time, got it? After me, Susan wanted a piece of Brenda and then Lisa wanted a piece of Susan – it was chaos. And extremely funny.
Ok, this referee needs to stop being bought off like the NFL refs. Have some integrity, Kim!
I don't think there is much wrestling going on here at all - it looks more like a slumber party.
Then there was a whole lot of monkey-piling and hugging and leg rubbing and other stuff I can’t describe here. Seriously, who couldn’t use an afternoon at Lambeau Field – with or without tickets to the game? It is good clean fun for adults. My stomach still hurts from laughing and that, my friends, is when you know you had a GREAT time.
Here, Brenda is honing in on Sue's hot spot.
I told you - Sue was not pleased and let it be known that Brenda was not to be hanging around Tim.
Finally (or at last?0, the camera battery died at 4:39 pm and it was time to shut this baby down once and for all. I poured Sue into the Mustang and we made our way back to Pickett.
You know what is next - the last triathlon of the season for me!! And this is definitely considered one of those EXTREME endurance races - a three DAYer - do I have it in me? Folks, these marathon events are not to be taken lightly - you could end up in the hospital or worse. You're probably wondering, 'wow, what is this race - have I heard of it?' Well, it's a little event I have concocted with a few of my friends and family. Not for the faint of heart! Are you ready? Here is the rundown...Badger hockey on 10/30; Badger football on 10/31 (and Halloween in Madison) and Packer/ViQueen football on 11/1. Where are my GU packets? I need to start carbo loading now!! I told you it was extreme.
PS - I am going to put up more photos from Sunday - but not all 292 of them. Remember, I'm new to this blog thing and it is a total pain in the rump to figure out. But I will get more up here...I promise!
So the story begins as Sue and I take off from Pickett in the mustang at 8:15 am. Let’s cram as much as humanly possible into a Mustang convertible and use it as a tailgate device, shall we? I was a little put off because I then realized we wouldn’t even be arriving in GB until closer to 9:30 and then that only leaves 2+ hours to tailgate. Have I lost my tailgate edge, I pondered? What time did we start these events last year? I guess I was a little rusty (as this was the first tailgate of the season) so we decided we needed to beat cheeks and get there pronto. We pulled into the lot at 9:18 exactly. Whew! You’d hate to miss a minute of pre-game cocktailing, don’t you know?
As we get to the lot, I am being told by the parking attendant to go to the back of the lot. Well, I tell him, I just talked to your son Matt and he told me I could park at the front of the lot – closest to the stadium. He tells me no, that is reserved for handicapped people – you need to go to the back. Hmmm? I pull in and Matt sees us and flags us over to where I wanted to park in the first place. Once my keys are out of the ignition, I am not moving. Especially when you pay $40 to park in the first place – everyone in that lot should park wherever they darn well please, if you ask me. I am happy – I am in my favorite spot!
Anyhow, we’re parked – we take down the top and begin to unload and fire up a bloody. Brenda and her dad, Norman and sister Lisa and good friend Patty arrive and so the party begins. It is pretty quiet in this lot – because they won’t let anyone else park near us (on purpose, I have no idea), but after a bloody mary and a beer and then some music, well, it just unfolds and unfolds FAST. That always seems to happen at a GBP game. I think I like to believe we EASE into it but then it is like an avalanche hits at 10:45 am. I’m pretty sure that is the bewitching hour (or the time the cocktails kick in??).
Now Sunday was the Packers Women’s Association Food Drive. All the GBP wives were stationed around the stadium asking for monetary donations or food donations for local food pantries. Well, I decided that I was going to be MRS. RODGERS for the day and help at one of these stations.
What does he think this is, a bakery?So Susan adjusted my jersey so everyone knew I was Aaron’s WIFE (not mother, got it – wife). Let’s face it, I never made it to any of these food stations but the comments I received throughout the day, well, were priceless. I can’t mention some of them because, well, they just weren’t too nice either. But I have thick skin and I can take it so it was worth it. As you might guess, there were lots of other girls who thought they were Mrs. Rodgers – silly girls! Ha! Do not fear – I set them straight!
Hey, times are tough - I can't spring for a new custom jersey yet until I know if this marriage is going to work out.Back to the party, Tim and Kim arrive and Kim lets it be known, “I do not want to see any photos of me with my tongue out or doing stupid stuff. I mean it.” That’s like me talking to Sadie or Sophie – blah, blah, blah is all they hear.
Of course I won't take any photos of you doing stuff you will regret in the am. Now really, I don’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do in front of the camera. You can blame it on the Sambuca shots or the magnetic draw of Lambeau or being caught up in the moment, but don’t blame it on me. Karen and Dean arrive. Teri and her son, Jessie. Mike and Susie. And on and on and on. The music gets louder. The lucky Sambuca shots get lined up. Drinks are spilled. Food is tipped over. Intelligent conversation goes by the wayside. People start doing really goofy stuff and I capture it on film. Ahhhh, see some things never change.
This kinda reminds me of the clown car at the circus...Thank goodness for Kim and Karen. Seriously. They always are watching the clock and know when to tell me to start packing up – but the best part is that they DO IT. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I would still be in that parking lot at halftime. There is a rhyme and reason when I pack up before a tailgate – there is NO rhyme or reason at 11:30 am. I’m amazed I didn’t lose car keys; money; ticket. I’m amazed the battery didn’t croak (ok, a convertible is AWESOME because you can crank the music REALLY loud and everyone around you gets to enjoy it – as Kevin said ‘you are a juke box on wheels’ with the Mustang – and then everyone dances – that baby is going to the Viking game – it is!!). I’m amazed everything fit back in the convertible and I’m even more amazed the top was able to go up. I do think God loves the Packers and Packer fans – in fact, I’m sure of it.
The 'juke box on wheels' was kickin out some tasty tunes from the Black Eyed Peas and Brenda and Karen and Kim were diggin it!So, by the time we are ready to go, we decide we just might as well wait for the flyover and watch it outside (I know – same crap; different day). By then, Susan has accosted every police officer and fireman we come upon.
It is time to get into the stadium, darn it! 
Can I just say that these guys aren't even COPS and Sue is trying to get frisked by them...and they obliged. After another 15 minutes, we finally get to our seats – we have missed the first two scores.
This is Norman and Lisa - I'm sure they will never sit with Susan, or I, ever again.Go figure, huh? The shenanigans continue. I get a few pictures of my ‘husband’ for the day and fend off more comments as he continues to get sacked religiously (what is with that – really?). I tell people I will go and talk to him at halftime and get it all taken care of.
Speaking of halftime, as is custom, off to the Leinie Lodge we went.
I would like to preface this whole blog by saying that I drink prior to the game and then stop (ok, I had one beer in the game) as I need to get my cargo back home in one piece. My cargo, on the other hand, did NOT stop drinking at all during the game. While in the ‘lodge,’ I saw my husband for the day there. WHAT THE? Perhaps if he’d stop hanging around these loose women and play some football, he wouldn’t be getting sacked day in and day out? We obviously need to talk. Really though, doesn’t this guy look like Aaron? I have like 20 other photos of him from different angles - we had to be sure!
Really, he looks like #12 - he does.The second half begins and I want to go back in the stadium (did I tell you I wore shorts for the game? Oh yeah!!). Susan did not want to go back so I told her, ‘use your ticket to get back to the seats.’ Well, Susan did not appear until 4 minutes left in the game. She had no cell phone either so calling would have been fruitless. Now, I love a good laugh and this could not have played out more perfect. We watched her walk up the steps and then try to figure out where we were and what seat she should be in. She made it to the correct row, but then she went down the other section and kept walking. By now, people within three rows of me are laughing as hard as I am (and I am capturing it all on film) and finally I ask if someone would care to go and retrieve her. “Nick Barnett” steps up and fetches her and brings her back to us. Below are some of the shots of it all unfolding. I still laugh out loud when I see these and think about it. Yes, I am a nice friend, I know.
Check this dandy shot out - two young lovers find each other at Lambeau Field. I love the lighting. Is this catalog material or what?
The game ends! A shut-out! Wooo woooo! Time to go and yes, it takes us a LONG time to get back to our car. Lots of fun people in the crowd and this girl and I got into a bit of a tangle because she said SHE was Mrs. Rodgers. Well, we bickered and fought for a while, but then made up. See below.
It was either we made up or there would have been hair pulling and kicking and scratching. This is nicer - the new me!Then I went off and talked to her real boyfriend while she was trying to get Sue to rent said boyfriend for a night of crazy adult behavior. I only caught bits and pieces of this conversation and I’m kinda sad I didn’t listen closer because this could have been the book idea I’m looking to write. Drat! Sue doesn’t remember much of the conversation either. I know what section and row these kids sit in so I will go back and find them for the Viking game. Maybe we’ll make out again?
See, you can be friends with anyone and everyone when you're at Lambeau Field.At last, back to the car! And the natives are restless! People were getting ready to kick in the windows to get food and beverages (like they needed anymore as it is). Out comes the cooler and more food and more laughter and frivolity. By now, I am pretty sober, but enjoying the childishness around me. Brenda then asks if I’d like to leg wrestle. Bring it on, baby! There’s nothing sexier than middle aged cougars leg wrestling in the middle of a parking lot after a Packer game, right? I limbered up the best I could and then went to the task at hand. That Race Around the Lake has paid off – I BEAT BRENDA! Wooo woooo!!! Finally! See photos below.
Here, I am just coming out of a tripod - I was ready to go into a headstand and I saw TIM running up behind me. I got out of that vulnerable position FAST! Impressive, huh?
More limbering up for the big match. Equally as impressive, I know.
And here it is - I won. But look, she is lifting her body off the ground - that is illegal, I am sure of it. But then, she went and beat me in the second match. Boooo! I do think she cheated and did not lay flat on the ground AGAIN. Kim, you need to referee a little better next time, got it? After me, Susan wanted a piece of Brenda and then Lisa wanted a piece of Susan – it was chaos. And extremely funny.
Ok, this referee needs to stop being bought off like the NFL refs. Have some integrity, Kim!
I don't think there is much wrestling going on here at all - it looks more like a slumber party.Then there was a whole lot of monkey-piling and hugging and leg rubbing and other stuff I can’t describe here. Seriously, who couldn’t use an afternoon at Lambeau Field – with or without tickets to the game? It is good clean fun for adults. My stomach still hurts from laughing and that, my friends, is when you know you had a GREAT time.
Here, Brenda is honing in on Sue's hot spot.
I told you - Sue was not pleased and let it be known that Brenda was not to be hanging around Tim.Finally (or at last?0, the camera battery died at 4:39 pm and it was time to shut this baby down once and for all. I poured Sue into the Mustang and we made our way back to Pickett.
You know what is next - the last triathlon of the season for me!! And this is definitely considered one of those EXTREME endurance races - a three DAYer - do I have it in me? Folks, these marathon events are not to be taken lightly - you could end up in the hospital or worse. You're probably wondering, 'wow, what is this race - have I heard of it?' Well, it's a little event I have concocted with a few of my friends and family. Not for the faint of heart! Are you ready? Here is the rundown...Badger hockey on 10/30; Badger football on 10/31 (and Halloween in Madison) and Packer/ViQueen football on 11/1. Where are my GU packets? I need to start carbo loading now!! I told you it was extreme.
PS - I am going to put up more photos from Sunday - but not all 292 of them. Remember, I'm new to this blog thing and it is a total pain in the rump to figure out. But I will get more up here...I promise!
from soup to nuts
This blog is going to be all over the board so just hang on and try to stay focused! The craziness began this past Thursday. My good friend Susan was opening a new Target Interior Design Studio in Madison WI - and invited me and some other old KI croonies to partake in the festivities.
This is Peggy and Kevin and Susan - all KI alumni - from many moons ago. Don't they look marvelous??
Susan drove in from Minneapolis and was then staying in WI for the weekend. On Thursday, the plan was set that after the opening celebration, Susan and I would then journey to our good friend Peggy's home and ransack her wine cellar and crash on her sofa. Well, there you have it - that is just what we did.
Susan and I waiting to get the WINE FLU shot, as Peggy so eloquently termed it.
I believe we started drinking the fruit of the vine around 3:30 pm on Thursday and by 1 am, I knew I had lost the battle and succumbed to sleep. Peggy and Sue continued on - they are wine goddesses - I am but a mere mortal. And let me tell you, I felt less than mortal on Friday. I used to drink wine - I like wine - it tasted so good on Thursday, I guess I forgot how BAD wine hangovers are. This was just one of those 'man, I feel like a truck hit me' hangovers. Tired. DTs. I just remember that the three of us - Sue, Peggy and I - would get up and then lay back down again throughout Peggy's house. Get up. Lay down. Take a shower. Lay down. Talk. Lay down. Walk it off. Lay down. You get the picture.
Finally, Peggy needed to work (she was going to put her headset on and then lay in bed and take calls as they came in - HAHAHA!) and Sue and I continued on our way. Over to my sister's home in Madison. Barb had fresh coffee and bagels for us - ahhhhhh!! Nirvana. Is there anything better than coffee and some starchy piece of dough when you feel like you were hit with the 'WINE FLU?' Really? I think not. So, Sue and I sat there with Barb and Ben and drank coffee and ate and tried to talk intelligently. By 11, it was time to head back to Pickett. The 'plan' had been to journey to Milwaukee to rendevous with some high school girfriends for lunch but both Sue and I knew that we needed a NAP and fast because this weekend was packed full. So, we high-tailed it north to Pickett. It was the longest drive of my life. Or so it felt. When we arrived at the homestead, we both promptly crashed. I awoke to dog kisses and butt breath - not from Sue, from Sadie and Sophie. Obviously, they were sick and tired of my shenanigans and wanted attention. That's ok because as the day went on, I was feeling better. As was Sue. New life - a rebirth had occured. And, just in time, as it was time to go out for a good, old fashioned Wisconsin fish fry as Sue had requested.
So, off to Jasper's in Pickett we went. I wasn't sure I could get back on the 'horse' so soon, but decided that a wussy drink like Malibu and coke wouldn't be so bad. So, Sue and Kevin and I got back on the wagon for the night. Now Sue and Kevin, well, they decided to go for the gusto. I know that Susan had enough Old Fashioneds to quench the thirst of a small city. And Kevin, I know was drinking his share of Captain and Cokes as well. I was not going to follow their lead. No thank you! But I gotta tell you, a fried perch dinner is heaven when you're getting over the WINE FLU. I can't recommend it enough. I know - I also fell off my 'I don't eat anything with eyes' edict, but I was 'ill' and I needed to feel better for the rest of the weekend. I will repent this week.
I guess brandy old fashioned sours ARE lip smacking good. Especially after five of them.
Onto Saturday, after a great walk in the Pickett countryside, our friend Brenda arrived for another day of merriment. I have wanted to see a psychic for a while now and finally found someone I thought would be a fit - and a local to boot! Brenda and Susan both wanted to get a reading as well, so why not book them one after the other and then compare notes? I had my appointment on Thursday and Sue and Brenda were scheduled for Saturday. I am going to backtrack - I saw a psychic in the early/mid 90s. Loved this woman. She was a total riot. Took it for entertainment value, but she did hit some pretty interesting bull-eyes for me. Anyhow, she died and I never found anyone that I thought could match how she worked. As Sue put it last week, 'sometimes you just have try these people on...like shoes.' Ok, game on!
After the appointments, we all went to Fratello's to compare notes. Here is the gist of it. For Susan, she needs to go 'shopping for many men in the coming months and try them all out.' Fair enough. For Brenda, 'don't sign any contracts for the next six months and enjoy the creativity that is coming your way.' Good stuff. For me, 'I need to be more gentle and vulnerable and embrace my femininity.' You're kidding, right? That's what I get? What a sham! Hogwash. I just don't buy it! So, it was again, worth the price of admission. I'll consult my crazy 8 ball next time, thank you!
After lunch and drinks, off to get Sue outfitted for the BIG GAME on Sunday. Sue didn't have any Packer attire and well, if you don't look like a Packer elf puked on you, then you ain't going to the game with me! After a major investment in green and gold and a stop at the grocery store for tailgating supplies, we headed to our local pub, Jim's County Line to end the day with a cocktail. After a quick bloody mary with an order of smoke on the side, it was time to get home and start prepping for Sunday and our pilgrimmage to, you know where, Lambeau Field! And a date with 70,000 of our closest friends!
This is Peggy and Kevin and Susan - all KI alumni - from many moons ago. Don't they look marvelous??
Susan drove in from Minneapolis and was then staying in WI for the weekend. On Thursday, the plan was set that after the opening celebration, Susan and I would then journey to our good friend Peggy's home and ransack her wine cellar and crash on her sofa. Well, there you have it - that is just what we did.
Susan and I waiting to get the WINE FLU shot, as Peggy so eloquently termed it.
I believe we started drinking the fruit of the vine around 3:30 pm on Thursday and by 1 am, I knew I had lost the battle and succumbed to sleep. Peggy and Sue continued on - they are wine goddesses - I am but a mere mortal. And let me tell you, I felt less than mortal on Friday. I used to drink wine - I like wine - it tasted so good on Thursday, I guess I forgot how BAD wine hangovers are. This was just one of those 'man, I feel like a truck hit me' hangovers. Tired. DTs. I just remember that the three of us - Sue, Peggy and I - would get up and then lay back down again throughout Peggy's house. Get up. Lay down. Take a shower. Lay down. Talk. Lay down. Walk it off. Lay down. You get the picture.
Finally, Peggy needed to work (she was going to put her headset on and then lay in bed and take calls as they came in - HAHAHA!) and Sue and I continued on our way. Over to my sister's home in Madison. Barb had fresh coffee and bagels for us - ahhhhhh!! Nirvana. Is there anything better than coffee and some starchy piece of dough when you feel like you were hit with the 'WINE FLU?' Really? I think not. So, Sue and I sat there with Barb and Ben and drank coffee and ate and tried to talk intelligently. By 11, it was time to head back to Pickett. The 'plan' had been to journey to Milwaukee to rendevous with some high school girfriends for lunch but both Sue and I knew that we needed a NAP and fast because this weekend was packed full. So, we high-tailed it north to Pickett. It was the longest drive of my life. Or so it felt. When we arrived at the homestead, we both promptly crashed. I awoke to dog kisses and butt breath - not from Sue, from Sadie and Sophie. Obviously, they were sick and tired of my shenanigans and wanted attention. That's ok because as the day went on, I was feeling better. As was Sue. New life - a rebirth had occured. And, just in time, as it was time to go out for a good, old fashioned Wisconsin fish fry as Sue had requested.
So, off to Jasper's in Pickett we went. I wasn't sure I could get back on the 'horse' so soon, but decided that a wussy drink like Malibu and coke wouldn't be so bad. So, Sue and Kevin and I got back on the wagon for the night. Now Sue and Kevin, well, they decided to go for the gusto. I know that Susan had enough Old Fashioneds to quench the thirst of a small city. And Kevin, I know was drinking his share of Captain and Cokes as well. I was not going to follow their lead. No thank you! But I gotta tell you, a fried perch dinner is heaven when you're getting over the WINE FLU. I can't recommend it enough. I know - I also fell off my 'I don't eat anything with eyes' edict, but I was 'ill' and I needed to feel better for the rest of the weekend. I will repent this week.
I guess brandy old fashioned sours ARE lip smacking good. Especially after five of them.
Onto Saturday, after a great walk in the Pickett countryside, our friend Brenda arrived for another day of merriment. I have wanted to see a psychic for a while now and finally found someone I thought would be a fit - and a local to boot! Brenda and Susan both wanted to get a reading as well, so why not book them one after the other and then compare notes? I had my appointment on Thursday and Sue and Brenda were scheduled for Saturday. I am going to backtrack - I saw a psychic in the early/mid 90s. Loved this woman. She was a total riot. Took it for entertainment value, but she did hit some pretty interesting bull-eyes for me. Anyhow, she died and I never found anyone that I thought could match how she worked. As Sue put it last week, 'sometimes you just have try these people on...like shoes.' Ok, game on!
After the appointments, we all went to Fratello's to compare notes. Here is the gist of it. For Susan, she needs to go 'shopping for many men in the coming months and try them all out.' Fair enough. For Brenda, 'don't sign any contracts for the next six months and enjoy the creativity that is coming your way.' Good stuff. For me, 'I need to be more gentle and vulnerable and embrace my femininity.' You're kidding, right? That's what I get? What a sham! Hogwash. I just don't buy it! So, it was again, worth the price of admission. I'll consult my crazy 8 ball next time, thank you!
After lunch and drinks, off to get Sue outfitted for the BIG GAME on Sunday. Sue didn't have any Packer attire and well, if you don't look like a Packer elf puked on you, then you ain't going to the game with me! After a major investment in green and gold and a stop at the grocery store for tailgating supplies, we headed to our local pub, Jim's County Line to end the day with a cocktail. After a quick bloody mary with an order of smoke on the side, it was time to get home and start prepping for Sunday and our pilgrimmage to, you know where, Lambeau Field! And a date with 70,000 of our closest friends!
Friday, October 9, 2009
'Workin it' for the camera
Check out more photos from the GB Duathlon at www.jmcsports.com. Click on the event and you can search with last names or bib numbers. I believe the Jolly Rodgers were in line with bib numbers from 464 thru 469 - see, I did run with the bike helmet...makes me look like a bobble head doll, but that's ok (and oh, look who is there to 'congratulate' me as I cross the finish line - #12 - coincidence? i think not!)! I love our group running photo as well!
You can also see photos from Race the Lake and Race the Lake kids on this website (for relatives, Madeline was in the kid's race for RTL - her bib number is 1246 and Ben is also pictured - go under the 'lost and found' section of photos - he's the very first one - the kid got DQ'd for racing without a helmet; being on a bike that was WAY too big for him; using performance enhancing drugs; and for getting assistance from Uncle Kevin - you'll see what I mean - plus there are some cool photos of Lakeside Park in this section as well).
You can also see photos from Race the Lake and Race the Lake kids on this website (for relatives, Madeline was in the kid's race for RTL - her bib number is 1246 and Ben is also pictured - go under the 'lost and found' section of photos - he's the very first one - the kid got DQ'd for racing without a helmet; being on a bike that was WAY too big for him; using performance enhancing drugs; and for getting assistance from Uncle Kevin - you'll see what I mean - plus there are some cool photos of Lakeside Park in this section as well).
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
It's 9:32 am and I just got home...get this favre stink off of me!
This is me after the game. I'm trying to 'push' the cardboard cut-out of Brent back into the bar. And yes, that is Adrian Peterson affixed to Brent's nether region. I did not do that. I feel dirty and cheap - I need a shower (seriously - because I'm wearing the same clothes I was last NIGHT yet). WHAT THE?? Do I need to suit up and start blocking for Aaron? Do I? I'm 45 flippin years old, but I'm pretty darn sure at this point, all applications are being accepted. I think with a little more weight lifting and maybe going back on the meat wagon, it will help me bulk up quickly. Seriously, WTF happened last night? Ooooh, there are so many highlights and lowlights, I just don't know where to begin, so I'll just start spewing...in fact, I'll do a timeline, how does that sound?
5:15 pm - Appleton - Wiseguys on Oneida Street. I am one of the first people there. As I am walking in, I pass a gentleman in a Vikings jersey with the #69 on it (I have no idea who #69 is at this point, ok). I say to the other bar patrons "who is that d-bag with the vikings jersey?" - thinking it is one of their friends. These men say back to me 'yeah, who is that d-bag?" I then realize, #69 is not with them. A few minutes later, I ask the small group 'who is #69 for the Vikings anyhow? Dick Lick?' They all laugh #69 does not. In fact, he does not even acknowledge me. Hmmm? He doesn't get it or he is deaf - either way, I still think I am the funniest person in the bar at this time. And I haven't even had a drink yet!!
5:20 - Brenda arrives in a GBP jacket. Underneath, I know she is wearing a GBP #4 jersey, which totally grinds on me, but I give her an A for effort. I am wearing my #12 jersey...with pride, mind you.
5:23 - Michelle arrives in a LeRoy Butler jersey. Amen! 2 Packer Fans - 1 Favre fan. Wooo wooo. Michelle is doing the Chicago Marathon this Sunday - 26.2 miles - and she is drinking beer and bloody mary's. SHE IS MY HERO!! She is definitely Jolly Rodgers material for 2010!! God Bless!
5:35 - My Aunt Kathy arrives. She loves Brett Favre and in ways that even make me blush!! 2 - 2.
5:40 - My Aunt's friend and her hubby arrive. She loves #4 too. 3 - 2. This is where I cannot take it anymore. The Favre stink is getting as thick as perfume in a house of ill-repute. I go and purge in the bathroom. I feel a little better.
6:00 - Ahhhh, finally, more green and gold. My aunt and her friend have left. It's just Brenda who is flaunting her Favre love. I feel good now. I can handle this!
Brenda and her son, Lance. He was mocking me because he said I sound 'like a gansta when I text him.' Now what does that mean? He was giving me pointers and tips all night. I ignored him. He was picking on Aaron as well throughout the night. Blah, blah, blah.
Lance, Rachel, Stuart, Brenda - during the happy times. When was that again?
Lance, Rachel, Stuart, Brenda - during the happy times. When was that again?Ok, forget the timeline now - because for a while, it just starts melding all together. The bar fills up - the tv announcers are so awash in 'hot love' for Brett that I'm feeling nauseous again. I purge one more time. I feel better again. Man, is this the super bowl or what, because that pregame went on forever? FINALLY, kick off! Ok, I cannot tell you how much my stomach hurts from laughing all night at the comments that I heard in the bar. I've never heard someone been told to 'f-bomb off' as many times as I did last night - and all those terms of endearment were being directed toward #4. The rudest of rude comments; booing Deanna; the references to Jon Gruden and his over-abundance of love for Brett (thank you, Stuart); the GREAT officiating and their over-abundance of love for Brett, etc. But never ONCE did I hear someone say 'f-bomb off, Aaron.' So that made me very happy. See, we take care of our own here. Since I was the only one sporting the #12 jersey, I was ready for anyone who wanted to rumble after the game. But no one did. I even asked a few gentlemen afterwards (with my big, puppy dog eyes), 'do you think it was all Aaron's fault.' NO! Is the overwhelming response I received. I know they would never lie to me. The most grief I received was from Stuart. He looked like a crazed lunatic after the #12 fumble and the #12 interception (ok, I will say, the interception was Aaron's fault, but he had no protection at ALL last night - his line was not practicing 'safe quarterbacking' at all! Boo! Hiss!).
Final score - 23 - 30. Not the way I wanted it to end. But, I will tell you this, put your big girl panties on for that 11/1 game because that is going to be one heck of a battle in GB at la la la Lambeau! The gauntlet has been thrown down. Drop the gloves. I think the love is gone now for #4.
PS - Does anyone know how to get sharpie marker off a helmet? I figure my BF autographed one is worth NOTHING now and I want to put it to better use - like as a planter or compost container in my kitchen. Sigh.
PSS - Click on the photo of me under my profile on this blog. You need to see what someone wrote on Brett's helmet (again, I did NOT do this - he was like that when I found him - but I think it is very funny).
Monday, October 5, 2009
More GB Duathlon photos
I told you I was new with this blogging thing and I'm still working out the kinks and bugs - especially in regards to downloading photos so stay tuned. I'll figure it out. This is Kevin, my *sshole husband who LEFT me on the bike. And this is after the event. See, I'm really not that mad. Or am I? Only time will tell. Just remember, paybacks are a b*tch! But then again, he is my IT director for this blog so I guess I will have to play nice. I hate when that happens!
Here is my new BEST friend and TEAM mate - Sara. She rocks!! She looks FABULOUS after this grueling event. I look like I was rode hard and put away wet. Note to self for next time...
Sara, me and Maurice. At this point, they all just wanted to go home and WARM UP.
Troy and Kevin with their HOT new packer visors and buzz cuts. Where do you buy dye that stands out like that? This is post race - as they were doing a little 'liquid carbo loading.' Hey, it's Lambeau - what did you expect? Tea and crumpets?That's it - I think that should give you a good feeling of how you 'du' (get it - du? as in do?) a duathlon. Ha!
Brett, this one's for YOU!
Take it like a man, Brett - you've had this coming!
Folks, get your cheese doodles and veggie burgers lined up because the show starts tonight at 7:30. Let's put an end to this once and for all. Remember, tonight you're either a PACKER FAN or a viqueen fan - there is no middle ground. Pick your side and stand up for whatever you believe. No flip-flopping! You know where my heart lies.
GO PACK GO!!!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Run, Bike, Run with the Jolly Rodgers
Can you believe it? I'm blogging, Mom, I'm blogging! It's been long overdue as my lengthy email/photo diary reports have frozen enough email accounts - including my own. So, today, is the official beginning of my blog. You really have to do some fast 'creative' thinking on your feet when you start these things - what to name the blog and what your handle will be. Kevin and I worked on many different names (blog on this; the blog, the whole blog and nothing but the blog; my blog hurts; he kicked me in the blog - you get the picture). So, a cute little ditty like Just a Little Blog seemed to fit (probably because the newsletter I've done to my customers in the past was named, aptly, Just a Little Bite). Anyhow, so here it is! Read at your leisure when the mood strikes - or when you get a notice via email that something earth shattering has been posted.
So, let's talk about this morning and the return of the Jolly Rodgers! The Green Bay Duathlon is always scheduled for the Green Bay Packer bye week or if they play on a Monday night (as we ALL know they are this week). This duathlon is held at one of my most favorite places in the world, Lambeau Field (surprise, surprise). You start with a 3 mile run - then you do a 32 mile bike - and then you finish again with a 1 mile run. I went back and forth about doing this for a while and then my good buddy Maurice really put the rubber to the pavement this week when he found a few more Jolly Rodgers 'newbies' to join the team. Well, that sealed the deal, and the fact that we got a great discount for encouraging more like-minded athletes (and I use that term loosely) to join our bunch of marauding runners/bikers didn't hurt either.
The team consisted of myself, Kevin, Maurice, Sara, Kelly and Cheri (who is did WI Ironman two years ago - which, in and of itself, is pretty darn impressive that she'd want to join us - must have been the discounted rate because I'm sure it wasn't the fine athletism she was drawn too). We were all out to have fun! That was the name of the game in all the emails that were flying around all week long. Remember that point - fun. Got it?
Let's talk about Kevin for a moment. Kevin is a hockey player. Kevin is an awesome biker. Kevin is not a runner (he used to be, many moons ago, but that ship has since sailed). So, the agreement all along this journey has been that I would stay with him on the run and then he would stick with me on the bike (side note - this is the first event we've ever done together - I know, right there, that should be the CLUE that this ain't gonna end well - yes, we did Race The Lake but there was never an 'agreement' that we'd stick together - this was going to be one for the books - Kevin and I crossing the finish line holding hands - GAG!! NOT!). The 'agreement' was even discussed last night before we went to sleep. I'm not saying I'm a great runner by any means, but my legs are just longer than his and they move faster. There! I said it!
So we wake at 4:49 am today and hit the road for Titletown, USA. It's dark - it's kinda windy - and it's 47 degrees (and it kept dropping as we got closer to GB - oh joy!). We meet up with Maurice and Sara and slowly start making our way to transition to get set-up. It's light now - still cold and yes, still a little too windy. Everyone is bemoaning the fact that its cold - who's idea was this - i don't know what to wear - I have to pee...the comments run the gamut! Meet up with Kelly and Cheri and our team is complete! Walaaa!
Now, I'd like to go into a little detail about my attire. I love the Green Bay Packers - I do! And I have acquired many different GBP clothing items in my years on this earth. The crown jewel is a Riddell Green Bay Packer bike helmet. It is probably 12 years old. It looks like someone dropped a green and gold watermelon on your head. Read this - it ain't pretty! But, since this event was being held at Lambeau Field and I found out that the theme at the finish line was all green and gold (and some purple and gold), that it was only fitting that I pay homage to my team and dress for success! So, the GBP helmet was the first thing that got the nod. Then I found my black Reebok GBP tank top. And then, the GBP bike jacket that I bought two years ago (I just knew this stuff was going to come in handy some day). The ensemble was complete - complete with wardrobe changes as the event progressed! Oh yes! Wardrobe changes. I wonder how many other duathletes spent time worrying about what to wear and when?
Since our team of stragglers just signed up on Wednesday, we were in one of the last waves of 50 people to go. Which meant it seemed to get colder and windier as we waited and waited. Uggg. Who's idea was this again? Finally, we get the nod at 7:40 am and off we trot. Cheri, our Ironman, left our sorry *sses in the dust. Kelly, Sara and Maurice stepped it up. Kevin and I pulled up the rear. That was the 'agreement' and I was going to stick to it - just like the Marines, you never leave a soldier behind (ahem). It was not a pretty run at all, but it was what it was. We eventually caught up with the rest of the team (sans Cheri) or maybe they felt sorry for the old people and waited for us, but we all got back into transition at the same time. And then we all were off on the bike at the same time. Here is where I took the lead!! Wooo wooo! I led the Jolly Rodgers...for approximately 1 minute. And then that was it. The Fond du Lac-ian Rocket, as Kevin and Maurice, like to call me, lost her steam. Kevin and Maurice and Kelly took off - and never looked back. Now, WHAT THE? What about the 'agreement?' I thought for sure that Kevin would slow down and wait for his betrothed to catch up, but no! Hmmm. I kept watching. And waiting. And watching. And well, nope, that *sshole just kept going. You can bet you sweet *ss there will never be another 'agreement' in this household when it comes to an athletic event. Ever. So again, that whole 'there ain't no I in team and there ain't no we either' mantra rang true again. You'd think I'd learn.
Whoa! Now that's what I'm talkin about! Maurice even dyed his hair for the event! Bravo!
So, sweet Sara stayed back with me and we plodded along. And it was cold. And it was windy. It was really windy. Renne, my triathlon coach (and second place overall FEMALE finisher this am - great job, Renne) said it was in the 40s and 20+ mile an hour winds. And, there were only 1 1/2 minutes of total TAILWIND and 3 total minutes of CROSSWIND. Otherwise, it was full force gale coming right at you. Wow, how could you NOT want to ride your bike for 32 flippin miles like this? Really?? But it was a darn good ride because Sara and I talked the entire way and she is the SWEETEST person! A true delite! It was all about the fun and we had a very good time.
So, you're probably wondering what happened to the rest of our TEAM? Well, Kelly and Kevin ended up pulling out ahead - then, Cheri came screeching in right ahead of them in the last 50 yards of the run (I wish I would have known so she could have tripped Kevin as he was hobbling that last mile - crap!) and then Maurice close behind them. My time was 2 hours; 50 minutes:16 seconds. I wanted to finish within three hours so I hit my goal (though I would have liked to have been closer to 2 1/2 hours, but...doesn't every athlete say that kind of crap?). Here are the results for the rest of the Jolly Rodgers:
So, let's talk about this morning and the return of the Jolly Rodgers! The Green Bay Duathlon is always scheduled for the Green Bay Packer bye week or if they play on a Monday night (as we ALL know they are this week). This duathlon is held at one of my most favorite places in the world, Lambeau Field (surprise, surprise). You start with a 3 mile run - then you do a 32 mile bike - and then you finish again with a 1 mile run. I went back and forth about doing this for a while and then my good buddy Maurice really put the rubber to the pavement this week when he found a few more Jolly Rodgers 'newbies' to join the team. Well, that sealed the deal, and the fact that we got a great discount for encouraging more like-minded athletes (and I use that term loosely) to join our bunch of marauding runners/bikers didn't hurt either.
The team consisted of myself, Kevin, Maurice, Sara, Kelly and Cheri (who is did WI Ironman two years ago - which, in and of itself, is pretty darn impressive that she'd want to join us - must have been the discounted rate because I'm sure it wasn't the fine athletism she was drawn too). We were all out to have fun! That was the name of the game in all the emails that were flying around all week long. Remember that point - fun. Got it?
Here is our team - Kevin, Maurice, Sara, Cheri and Kelly
Let's talk about Kevin for a moment. Kevin is a hockey player. Kevin is an awesome biker. Kevin is not a runner (he used to be, many moons ago, but that ship has since sailed). So, the agreement all along this journey has been that I would stay with him on the run and then he would stick with me on the bike (side note - this is the first event we've ever done together - I know, right there, that should be the CLUE that this ain't gonna end well - yes, we did Race The Lake but there was never an 'agreement' that we'd stick together - this was going to be one for the books - Kevin and I crossing the finish line holding hands - GAG!! NOT!). The 'agreement' was even discussed last night before we went to sleep. I'm not saying I'm a great runner by any means, but my legs are just longer than his and they move faster. There! I said it!
So we wake at 4:49 am today and hit the road for Titletown, USA. It's dark - it's kinda windy - and it's 47 degrees (and it kept dropping as we got closer to GB - oh joy!). We meet up with Maurice and Sara and slowly start making our way to transition to get set-up. It's light now - still cold and yes, still a little too windy. Everyone is bemoaning the fact that its cold - who's idea was this - i don't know what to wear - I have to pee...the comments run the gamut! Meet up with Kelly and Cheri and our team is complete! Walaaa!
Now, I'd like to go into a little detail about my attire. I love the Green Bay Packers - I do! And I have acquired many different GBP clothing items in my years on this earth. The crown jewel is a Riddell Green Bay Packer bike helmet. It is probably 12 years old. It looks like someone dropped a green and gold watermelon on your head. Read this - it ain't pretty! But, since this event was being held at Lambeau Field and I found out that the theme at the finish line was all green and gold (and some purple and gold), that it was only fitting that I pay homage to my team and dress for success! So, the GBP helmet was the first thing that got the nod. Then I found my black Reebok GBP tank top. And then, the GBP bike jacket that I bought two years ago (I just knew this stuff was going to come in handy some day). The ensemble was complete - complete with wardrobe changes as the event progressed! Oh yes! Wardrobe changes. I wonder how many other duathletes spent time worrying about what to wear and when?
I know you want this helmet! I know you do! It's smokin HOT!
Since our team of stragglers just signed up on Wednesday, we were in one of the last waves of 50 people to go. Which meant it seemed to get colder and windier as we waited and waited. Uggg. Who's idea was this again? Finally, we get the nod at 7:40 am and off we trot. Cheri, our Ironman, left our sorry *sses in the dust. Kelly, Sara and Maurice stepped it up. Kevin and I pulled up the rear. That was the 'agreement' and I was going to stick to it - just like the Marines, you never leave a soldier behind (ahem). It was not a pretty run at all, but it was what it was. We eventually caught up with the rest of the team (sans Cheri) or maybe they felt sorry for the old people and waited for us, but we all got back into transition at the same time. And then we all were off on the bike at the same time. Here is where I took the lead!! Wooo wooo! I led the Jolly Rodgers...for approximately 1 minute. And then that was it. The Fond du Lac-ian Rocket, as Kevin and Maurice, like to call me, lost her steam. Kevin and Maurice and Kelly took off - and never looked back. Now, WHAT THE? What about the 'agreement?' I thought for sure that Kevin would slow down and wait for his betrothed to catch up, but no! Hmmm. I kept watching. And waiting. And watching. And well, nope, that *sshole just kept going. You can bet you sweet *ss there will never be another 'agreement' in this household when it comes to an athletic event. Ever. So again, that whole 'there ain't no I in team and there ain't no we either' mantra rang true again. You'd think I'd learn.
Whoa! Now that's what I'm talkin about! Maurice even dyed his hair for the event! Bravo!So, sweet Sara stayed back with me and we plodded along. And it was cold. And it was windy. It was really windy. Renne, my triathlon coach (and second place overall FEMALE finisher this am - great job, Renne) said it was in the 40s and 20+ mile an hour winds. And, there were only 1 1/2 minutes of total TAILWIND and 3 total minutes of CROSSWIND. Otherwise, it was full force gale coming right at you. Wow, how could you NOT want to ride your bike for 32 flippin miles like this? Really?? But it was a darn good ride because Sara and I talked the entire way and she is the SWEETEST person! A true delite! It was all about the fun and we had a very good time.
Finally, we came around the last corner (onto Potts Ave) with about 1/2 mile left to get back to Lambeau. OMG - the wind was just terrible. You wanted to cry. That's when Gloria, the race director, came screeching towards us in a truck, 'there's a train coming - hurry up.' You're kidding, right? That's exactly what Sara said. HAHAHA! And no, she wasn't kidding. Well, we beat cheeks and outran that SOB and finally got back into the parking lot and transition.
When you dismount after not stopping for 32 miles, your legs feel like jello. You kinda buckle. Your legs want to pedal - not walk. But we had another 1 mile run we had to complete. So, off comes the bike shoes and back on go the Newtons and off comes the GBP bike jacket because now I was hot. I still had my GBP tank top on emblazoned with the logo to wear over the finish line. But then, the thought crossed my mind, why NOT wear that beauty of a helmet the last mile? Sara said to do it and well, that is all I needed. So off we ran - me sporting my HOT gumball bike helmet as we trotted off. We still couldn't feel our legs at this point so I told someone I needed to keep my helmet on for 'safety purposes.' HAHAHA!
Anyhow, ugg, the first 200 yards was kinda icky but then it all comes back to you and when we were running down the finish shute, Troy, the best announcer at any of the events in WI couldn't not help but laugh (or shutter in true disbelief) that I would wear such an amazing piece of athletic equipment. But hey, it fit with the theme and it's all about going all out when you do these events, correct? And if you can't win, then you might as well dress the part and have a GREAT time doing the event. That's my line and I'm sticking with it.
So, you're probably wondering what happened to the rest of our TEAM? Well, Kelly and Kevin ended up pulling out ahead - then, Cheri came screeching in right ahead of them in the last 50 yards of the run (I wish I would have known so she could have tripped Kevin as he was hobbling that last mile - crap!) and then Maurice close behind them. My time was 2 hours; 50 minutes:16 seconds. I wanted to finish within three hours so I hit my goal (though I would have liked to have been closer to 2 1/2 hours, but...doesn't every athlete say that kind of crap?). Here are the results for the rest of the Jolly Rodgers:
- Cheri...2 hours; 36 minutes; 07 seconds
- Kevin...2 hours; 36 minutes; 25 seconds
- Kelly...2 hours; 36 minutes; 25 seconds
- Maurice...2 hours; 38 minutes; 58 seconds
- Sara...2 hours; 50 minutes; 16 seconds
Kevin, Me and Maurice -after the fun and games.
Ta daaaa - there you have it! The first installment of my blog. Of course it was going to be lengthy - what did you expect? Now, it's time to put this bad boy away and begin PREGAME for THE matchup tomorrow night. Come on, Brett - you throw those interceptions! Just like you did on January 20th, 2008 - the last time you were on my most favorite place in the world...Lambeau Field! GO PACKERS - BEAT THE VIQUEENS!!! WOOOO WOOO!
I heart Aaron!!
Ta daaaa - there you have it! The first installment of my blog. Of course it was going to be lengthy - what did you expect? Now, it's time to put this bad boy away and begin PREGAME for THE matchup tomorrow night. Come on, Brett - you throw those interceptions! Just like you did on January 20th, 2008 - the last time you were on my most favorite place in the world...Lambeau Field! GO PACKERS - BEAT THE VIQUEENS!!! WOOOO WOOO!
I heart Aaron!!
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