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I know I owe you all a post about how awesome the house is and stuff, but I have to share this first. It’s worth it.
A couple months ago my friend Jamey asked me if I wanted to do a mud run. The rest of the conversation is hazy, but apparently at some point I said I would. The last time we’d decided to do the Warrior Dash, we eventually backed out of it. So when I agreed to do the Mach 1 Mud Run, I probably thought we wouldn’t go through with that one either. I was wrong.
Last Wednesday Jamey sends me a text asking if I want to get muddy on Saturday. Without thinking, I respond “Sure!” and immediately second guess myself. Next thing I know, it’s Saturday morning and we’re about to do a 5K+ through mud and over obstacles. I ask repeatedly “What the hell are we doing?” and Jamey just laughs. We got there entirely too early, so we had the chance to sit around and look at all the costumes people had created. There were tutus, and facepaint, and an entire group of guys and girls dressed as 80′s aerobic instructors. We were relatively boring in comparison:
But by the middle of the race, you couldn’t tell if we had tutu’s or face paint because we were COVERED in mud. Jamey had the forethought to bring a waterproof camera so we could have blackmail photos document this experience.
The course was crazy. Just over 5K (almost 4 miles) of mud pits to swim through, tires to jump through, walls to climb, ropes to swing from, hay bales to jump over, and nets to climb under (through mud of course). It was so much fun. I managed to fall off the top of the cargo net and bash up my arm, while also landing flat on my back. My middle name is Grace, clearly. Aside from a few cuts and bruises, we both managed to get through the entire course alive in 1 hour and 4 seconds. Not a great time by any stretch, but it gives us something to work for next year!
Thanks for forcing me to do this, Jamey. I had a great time! I can’t wait for next year!
    
I’m not going to write an entire post about why you should go vote today. There are thousands of other people who’ve already done that far better than I could, and I don’t know about you, but I’m a wee bit tired of hearing it. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s incredibly important to vote. But I’ve already voted, and now I’m just plain over it. So on a day of great importance, a day where our entire country is going to change, I am going to write about something completely useless.
Farkle.
When my Grampa and Gramma came to visit, we’d sitaround the table and play Farkle for hours. It was one of my Grampa’s favorite games, and also one he hated to lose. (As a joke one year, he gave my aunt a framed Farkle scorecard where he’d beat her 10,000 to 0.) It’s a simple dice game that anyone can play. The goal is to reach 10,000 before anyone else. That’s it. If you can add, and you can read the numbers on the dice, you can play. The rules and scoring are here, if you want to play.
My sister and I were sitting in the hospital waiting room on Saturday while waiting to visit our other Grandpa. We didn’t know he’d be asleep when we got there, so we didn’t bring any sort of passing the time items (books, cards, etc.). We were comparing apps on our phones, when my sister discovered that Farkle is available for the iPhone and iTouch. We both immediately downloaded it, and I cannot put the damn thing down now. I play while on the phone with customers, at the bar watching football, and even fell asleep while playing last night. It’s like a drug, I swear. You can play with one or two players on my phone version, and with as many players as you like if you’e playing with dice and paper. It’s simple, fast and addictive.
Welcome to the wonderful world of Farkle.
I am now the proud owner of a Nintendo Wii. And wow, the pain that comes with that.
I’d been considering getting one for a while. It looked like so much fun on the commercials. Something different to try. I still own a Super Nintendo, so it’s not like this was just another in a long line of game consoles that I was buying. It was actually the first one that I actually spent any time researching and considering. And then in the same day, two of my close friends told me it was something I needed to get. Totally unrelated events, but to me, that was enough. I bought a unit from Ebay, complete with Wii Sports, Wii Play, 2 remotes and 2 nunchucks. Yay!
I hooked it up last Friday night, and entered the fabulous world of advanced video game playing. It’s so much fun! I was laughing so hard at myself, I could hardly keep playing. I looked like a moron. But it was the greatest fun I’d had in a long time. Jas was decidedly un-fun, as he sat there on the couch, watching me make a fool of myself. He refused to play. I think in some country somewhere, that’s an offense punishable by death. Or at least it should be. In my house, it’s an offense punishable by being called old. Repeatedly.
Bowling on the Wii Sports game package is currently my favorite. Probably due to my addiction to bowling in the "real world." Playing tennis is a close second however. And those of you with Wii’s, have you tried playing tennis against yourself? Try it. One remote in your right hand, one remote in your left. It’s quite a workout, and hysterical to boot. I had trouble remembering which hand belonged to which character, and repeatedly was swinging at nothing. I’m a supergenius!
My sister came over Saturday and played with me. Her fave is the 2007 version of Duck Hunt. She just likes shooting things. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she’s in charge of our children’s education, and her favorite game involves shooting random objects. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
By Sunday, I could hardly raise my arms over my head. My muscles have stopped their loud mantra of STOP THE MADNESS and had commenced with a new chant of TAKE THAT, YOU OUT-OF-SHAPE COW! I’m selling my Taebo tapes now. Who needs them, when I have Wii Boxing to make me ache? And yet I’m counting the minutes to go home and start the pain all over again. Insanity, I embrace thee.
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