Saturday Sports: Part Two

So, when I left off, Jett's soccer game was finished and we were headed to watch Doc and his teammates.  Anyone guess Dragon Boat Racing as the sport?  Yea, I wouldn't have either. Doc got roped into being a member of his company's Dragon Boat team.  This is the inaugural year for the Dragon Boat Races in our area and 33 teams participated.  There were several different divisions: banking, hospitals, etc.  Doc's team was called the Bond Blasters.

Now, maybe you're thinking, "What the heck is a Dragon Boat Race?"  At least that was my response when he told me about it.  You can read about the history and it's real definition here, but to me, it's a really long canoe with a whole bunch of people in it.  The event was sponsored by Duncan Williams and the boats came with the event (I actually don't know who the belong to). During the week leading up to the races, each team was given an allotted hour and a half time slot to practice with one of the boats.  Because there were so many teams and only 6 boats, the races ran in heats of three.  Each team got to race in two heats, and then the 4 lowest combined scores competed in the finals.

I missed Doc's first heat, but Jett and I made it with a few minutes to spare for the second heat.  We watched from the mainland instead of going to the other side of the river where the event tents were.  That was a good call because we had front row seats and didn't have to fight any crowds.  I'm kicking myself, though, for not bringing my telephoto lens.  This would've been the perfect opportunity to use it.  Darn!  Maybe next year...

I'm so glad I saw Doc's uniform before he left the house; it made spotting his team much, much easier.  They're the group of little blue dots at the top of the hill in this picture.

When it was their turn to start getting ready, the filed down the boat ramp in their seat order.

This is about the time Jett looked up at me and told me he needed to use the bathroom and he needed to go bad.  We were sitting dead center on a grassy knoll with no bathrooms nearby, and every tree had someone sitting underneath it.  I looked to my left, looked to my right, and then decided eh, what the heck, and told him to go for it.

Boys have it so easy sometimes.

Back to the race.  The boat that Doc's team was going to use was now empty and ready for them.  Safety first though; they all suited up with life jackets.

Each team consisted of twenty coed rowers and a drummer in the front.  The oarsman in the back was provided by the event organizers.  Once everyone was in the boat, they pushed off and headed towards the start line.

In this shot, you can see the dragon on the front of the boat.  Doc is in the front seat on the opposite side.  When I told Jett that Doc was sitting up front, he thought it meant that he was the drummer.  That probably would've gotten Doc more cool points from Jett.

With a boat long enough to hold 22 people, it takes a lot of maneuvering to get turned around and lined up in the right spot.  There was lots of going forward and going backward and holding still until everyone was perfectly lined up.  While Doc's team waited, he gave us a wave.

Finally, it was time to get set!  If you look closely in this picture you can see that their oars are up as they wait for the buzzer.

And they're off!

According to Doc, the drummer beats out the rhythym of the two rowers in the front seat so that everyone else can listen and stay in sync.  I initially thought they were just there to provide musical entertainment.  My bad.

Doc had texted me after his first heat and told me they smoked the competition.  That made me nervous during this race because they seemed so close together.  It was neck and neck at first.

But slowly and surely, Doc's team started edging ahead.

The red ball in the water was the halfway mark.  This is where they really started taking over the lead.

Look at that reach!  That's my boy!

Here's a zoomed out shot so you can see the distance between the boats.

And the distance between their boat and the others grew and grew.

But that didn't mean they could take it easy.  The finals were based on the lowest combined times, so they had to go fast.  They kept those heads down and paddled!

Winners!!

To give you an idea of how long these races were, their winning times for their two heats were both 1:05.  Yes, a whopping one minute, five seconds.  I have a LOT of pictures for one minute worth of action.

Their combined score of 2:10 put them in the final race.  Unfortunately, I didn't get to stay for it but Doc says they had the 4th lowest time going into it.  Even though they bettered their time by one second and finished at 1:04, they came in 4th place in the final race.  But they won the banking division!  Woo hoo!

I have a feeling this is going to be a much bigger deal next year, especially since now there's a first place title to defend.  Maybe then I'll remember to bring my super zoom lens...

Ninja Invasion

Dave Barnes is a singer/songwriter out of Nashville, TN that I've listen to since my college days.  He's one of the few musicians I've seen in concert multiple times.  I really like his music (the boy can write a love song) but I also enjoy his shows because, at times, he can be pretty funny.  I think he even does stand up comedy every now and then. Anyway, all that's to say that I like Dave Barnes and so I follow him on twitter.  He tweets about soccer (blah) and about his upcoming shows (if it's not my town I scroll through) and sometimes he just tweets about funny things.  Like the time a piece of fried chicken fell from the sky onto his patio while he was doing yardwork.  Or his interpretations of merchandise in the Sky Mall magazines on flights.  So it was no surprise when last night, he tweeted this:

davebarnesmusic: Fun game to end your Friday night?  Substitute ninja for woman in a song.

With his tweet he gave some song suggestions to get the ball rolling: More Than A Ninja, Pretty Ninja, Witchy Ninja, She's Always A Ninja To Me.

The rest of my night was spent checking my phone and giggling at all the new ninja songs people were coming up with.

  • You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Ninja
  • Man, I Feel Like A Ninja
  • When A Man Loves A Ninja
  • No Ninja, No Cry
  • I'm Every Ninja
  • Ain't No Ninja (Like The One I Got)

Yea, so ninja songs = totally pointless, totally stupid, totally hilarious.  I mean, come on.  Who doesn't want to sing about a ninja?

That was Friday night.

Today (Saturday) I spent the afternoon over at my parents' house working on a few projects.  One of the projects was to finally drag down two dressers from my mom's attic to see if they could be spruced up to use in the beach house (final verdict: they're too rickety and messed up).  The dressers used to be in each of my brother's rooms back in the day, but had been in the attic for a few years.  When my dad and I started dragging them out of the attic, we realized that the drawers were still full of old junk.

We managed to get them out of the steamy hot attic and into my bedroom at their house but decided we needed to clean out the drawers before attempting to carry them down the stairs, through the house, and out to the woodshop.  Mom had joined us at this point and the three of us spent 20 minutes or so pilfering through the drawers' contents.  For some reason one drawer was full of old pictures and newspaper articles of my dad (I have no idea why) and we spent the most time flipping through those.

Then, between the baseball cards and pile of old baseball socks, I found this:

A ninja costume.

Obviously, I immediately put it on and then started looking for my phone because you can't find, and then put on, a ninja costume without taking a picture.  You just can't.  I'm searching through the house looking for where I laid my phone when I remember that I left it out in the shop.  I've got one foot out the backdoor headed to go get my phone when I stop myself because it just hit me that my dad's got a crew of workers out in the yard working on his chimney and I'm wearing a ninja costume.  Close call.  I can only imagine what they would've thought if they'd seen me walking out to the shop.  I grab my dad's phone instead and decide I can just text the pictures to myself.

The story of the ninja costume is awesome for several reasons, one obviously being that it's a ninja costume.  You can't beat that.  Actually, I take that back because I can beat that - in the drawer was not one but two ninja costumes!  I cannot wait until we get an invite to a couples costume party because Doc and I are officially set.

But it gets even better than that.  We start talking about the ninja costumes and my parents are telling me that they were on vacation in San Francisco (or somewhere) and they brought them back to my brothers as souvenirs.  So, that's sweet and all but the part that takes this from warm and fuzzy to totally awesome?  Is that at the time, my brothers were approximately 2 and 5 years old.

TWO and FIVE years old people!  What 2 or 5 year old needs a full-out adult-sized ninja costume?!?

The only way I can make sense of this is that my dad totally wanted a ninja costume for himself and convinced my mom to let him buy one two by saying that they boys would love them.

I mean, can you come up with any other logical explanation?

Friday = ninja songs.  Saturday = ninja costume.  I can hardly wait to see what ninja-y thing happens tomorrow.  I hope it occurs during church.

Public Service Announcement

In light of a few recent bathroom visits, it seems as though some public bathroom patrons may be unaware of acceptable public bathroom etiquette.  Or all bathroom etiquette, for that matter.  So, I've put together a Flow Chart.  No pun intended. Read it.  Learn it.  Use it.

Seriously.  It's not stinkin' funny.

Thank You Notes

Dear Bill and Pat,          Thank you for coming to spend the weekend with us and for forgiving me every time I had to run out on you.  We were so glad to see you both!  I hate that I had so many commitments and couldn't spend more time hanging out and visiting with you.  Thank you, Pat, for treating me to a mani/pedi date.  I love being pampered, I love how pretty my nails look, and I loved getting to spend the afternoon with you!  Thank you, Bill, for the (insert fancy name here) trees that you bought and planted in our flower bed.  It looks so much better already and I know it will only get even better as they grow and fill in!  Thank you both also for taking care of Lolli, a delicious dinner out, and for being the best in-laws a girl could ask for! Love, Lucy

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Dear Lolli,           Thanks for tee-teeing all over the couch...not!  Seriously?  What was up with that?  Let's not do that again, ok? Love, Mama

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Dear Mom,           Thanks for helping so much at the wedding on Saturday night, and for assuring me that I did a good job even when I felt like I did not.  Thank you for getting all of your friends out on the dance floor so that Doc and I didn't have to dance alone all night.  I don't know about you, but I've gotta hang my dancing shoes up for a while!  The music you played during the ceremony was beautiful - Sweet Hour of Prayer is still my favorite.  Love ya! Lucy

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Dear Meghan,           A huge thank you for supplying me with a ponytail holder Saturday night.  Holy smokes, was it hot in there or what!?!  I seriously think I might have died had I not been able to pull my hair up.  So, you practically saved my life.  (Super shiny photo below serves as testament to how frickin' it hot was in there!)

Thank you, also, for helping me and Doc represent the young crowd out on the dance floor, especially since the wedding party, uh, did not.  You and that husband of yours (and heck, your parents too!) have some pretty sweet moves.  Love, Lucy

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Dear Doc,           Thank you.  I really can't say those two words enough for everything you did for me over the weekend.  I will try to thank you for everything, but I am sure I will leave so much out.  Thank you for all the behind-the-scenes work you did to make me look good, specifically ironing my clothes, loading up my car, packing me a drink every time I left the house, being the stern voice I don't have but needed when the groomsmen slacked on their ushering and the band's break started running long, dancing the night away with me even though it was 1000 degrees, and for being my right-hand man all night long.

Thank you, also, for all the little things you did during the weekend that I didn't have the time or energy to do, like emptying the dishwasher, folding laundry, filling up my car with gas, yardwork, and keeping us all fed.  I'd be lost without you, for so many more reasons than just the little things you do to help me out.  I love you! Lucy

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Dear Dad,           Thanks for demonstrating to the internets why you should never, ever wear a blue shirt to an event that's held in the middle of July with 100+ degree temps.  Always choose white.

Hopefully you'll remember this photo this coming weekend when you're getting ready to attend that outdoor wedding you're invited to.  Have fun! Love, Lucy

Friday!

Can I get a woo hoo for the weekend?!  Man, I thought this week would never end.  I feel like I worked at least 12 days this week and our busy season is just now beginning.  It's gonna be a long few weeks.  But who cares about that right now?  It's the weekend, and a long one at that! Doc's office closed early today so by the time I made it home he'd already grocery-shopped and had a dinner menu ready to go.  He also brought home some fresh flowers!  There's a big vase full downstairs, but he also put a little bud vase upstairs on my vanity.  I love having fragrant flowers in the bathroom.  He's a good, good hubby.

Doc was nice enough to invite my dad over for dinner since my mom is still out of town.  While they chit-chatted, I gave Lolli a very much needed B-A-T-H.  Even with her buzz cut, she still looks funny when she's wet.

It's no secret that Doc likes to prepare a good meal, and he really out-did himself with this one.  My dad really lucked out in getting to join us!

Caprese salads (my favorite, though we've tried not to have them as much since that mozzarella cheese seems to make itself at home on my thighs...), asparagus with crushed red pepper, and prime beef tenderloin wrapped in bacon and topped with butter.  Healthy?  Not so much.  Delicious?  Oh yeeeaaahhh.

As Doc was plating the food, my dad told him to leave the asparagus off of his since he didn't like it.  Just then, I thought back to all those nights when, as a child, I was forced to sit at the table all night long until I ate my peas/broccoli/potatoes/whatever.  The rule at our house was that you had to have at least three different things on your plate and you couldn't get up to play until it was all eaten.  Oh yea, payback's a you-know-what.  I promptly scooped up one of my stalks of asparagus and placed it on my dad's plate.  "Can't get up til you've eaten all three things," I told him.

And, just as I sometimes did, my dad cut his asparagus and hid it in between all the good stuff so that he wouldn't taste it as it went in.  I guess he hasn't mastered the trick of feeding it to the dog...

Just when we'd stuffed ourselves silly, Doc brought out the mother of all desserts.

Holy toledo, that was good!  Wafer cookies, homemade white chocolate whipped cream, strawberries and raspberries.  With a dusting of powdered sugar.  Ohmygoodness.

When we finally felt like we could get up without bustin' a gut, I asked the guys to hop in the car with me to go for a short drive down the street.  The destination?  Allison's house.  Specifically, her closet.  Yep.

Allison handed her keys over to me for the weekend to do some Porter-sitting, and I thought it'd be a good time to do some mini-renovating too.  And why not take advantage of the two guys I had with me for the evening?

This is the little nook in Allison's closet that was less than useful.

Allison thought filling the nook with shelves would give her added storage, the only problem was that the space wasn't a standard shelf size.  So she called me up and I went to work cutting some custom-length shelves.

I started out as the lead-installer, but quickly moved back to lead-photographer when I couldn't find any studs other than the two I'd brought with me.  (Wait, did I just call my dad a stud?  Ew.)  I turned it over to the professionals men.

It was really too tight of a space for me to get any decent pictures, so I wandered downstairs to take care of my Porter duties.

I'm not sure that he realized I was there to feed him, because he greeted me by sticking out his little tongue.

The nerve, I tell ya.

It only took a couple scoops of food into his bowl for him to decide we could be friends.  Much better.

With Porter happy, I went back to check on the two guys in the closet.  Progress was definitely being made in the little nook.

Porter occasionally came to check up on us and supervise.

Then finally all the supports had been and installed and it was time for the money shot...perfectly level.

How bout those shelves?!

We put some stuff on 'em to test 'em out.

They're by no means perfect or high-quality, but they sure do make that space a lot more functional.  Nice work, guys!

(Allison, I'm guessing you weren't expecting me and my husband and my dad to spend our Friday evening in your closet.  Surprise?)

I think Porter may have actually been a little sad to see us go.

Now I'm ready to hit the sack.  I've got four glorious days off work with nothing I have to do.  Perfect.