Wednesday, June 27, 2007

My Boring Blog

I got a call Tuesday night from my sister-in-law, Jody. She mentioned to me that she thinks that my blog has become boring. Thanks for the update, I know my blog is boring, my life is boring. First I thanked her for telling me on the phone rather than actually writing down a comment. You know it helps me when my readers make comments. Any comments, especially if they aren't constructive, or opposite of my point of view. Like the person who feels that if I talk to police officers, I am directly responcible for drunk driving deaths.
As any of my readers should know, over the last month or so I haven't had much going on. Help me help you. Give me something to work with. Give me a call and invite me along on any of you excursions that are more exciting than my own life. I am actually hoping to have something good over the next week and a half. Summerfest starts today which should mean nothing but trouble for me. I am planning on being down at the Summerfest grounds Friday and Saturday with my good friend, Tree. If you happen to be down there give me a call, I will have my camera and I will get your picture up on my blog. I also just found out recently that my project will pretty much be shut down all of the week of the 4th of July. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. It essentially means that I won't be working all of the week of the 4th of July. So far I really only have solid concrete plans on Sunday the 1st, and Wednesday the 4th. I have some tentative plans on the 2nd, 3rd and 7th. If you have something exciting going on and you think it might be blog worthy, by all means give me a call. My cell is 414-397-1457. If you aren't part of the solution you are part of the problem.

Here is your picture of the day, it was taken last week looking out off my balcony of my condo.
If you think my blog has been boring over the last month or so, wait for the next 10 days. Since I won't be working much that means I will be posting even less. Do yourself a favor and don't check back until at least July 9th. Have a good July 4th.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Weekend Update

Yes I waited until Wednesday to give you this past weekends update. I am trying to stretch things out since nothing happens during the week.

Friday night I headed home. I had a bunch of errands to run but eventually ended up at my brother, Jon's. I kicked the soccer ball around with my nephews. Then we went to a fish fry with my parents, aunt, uncle, my sister, brother in law and cousins. My other cousin, Kim, was waitressing at the restaurant that night. So we went to give her a hard time. Friday night I ended sleeping over at Jon's place. Since I am renting out my house now, I have turned into quite the nomad when I come home. So if you live in the area, be prepared for a phone call asking if I can crash on your couch. Saturday morning I kicked the soccer ball around a little more with my nephews and then in the afternoon I headed out to Sun Prairie for The General's son's birthday party. Topher turned 1. What turns has my life taken recently where I have gone to 2 1st birthday parties in the last month? Sort of sad, but as my friends have settled down and accepted the fates they have choose in becoming parents, I must accept my fate of choosing to have friends who are parents. For me it isn't that big of a deal, I can still act immature and childish without any consequences. I was at The General's until 9 Saturday night. Then I went to visit Jota, Shelly and Traci in Madison. I and stayed at their place Saturday night. Sunday morning, Jota and I made breakfast, then I headed back to my brother' Jon's, place. His high school friend was stopping by with his 3 kids. I always enjoy seeing Mr. Nevermann so I made the trip. Steve and his wife, Debbie, have 3 kids, 2 are twin girls. They are cute, but boy do they seem like a handful. As they were preparing the leave, the one girl just had a total meltdown. It is amazing the parents can just tune out the crying. Me I was laughing because, well I find it funny and I am thankful that that isn't my problem. But I just think to myself, no way. I don't think I could deal with it. As for the remainder of my Sunday, I drove back up to Appleton then played the worst soccer game I have played in at least 10 years or so.

Here are the pictures from the weekend. Kim waiting on her table of 15 all of whom were family. I sure hope someone else threw in for the tip, because I didn't. That was because the service was slow and the food cold. Just kidding Kim. Everything was fine, but now I expect the same treatment on the 4th. For those interested in having Kim, who is newly engaged, wait on their table, she can be found working at the Water Street Brewery in Delafield. Just ask for Kim's section and say that I sent you. She looks like she is having fun.The Stegall compound. Don't worry, there will soon be another picture of it after Tree and I toilet paper it. Trust me it will be happening.

The General having some trouble eating his son's birthday cake. Truz had the same problem down in Florida. Weird.Look at The General. Here playing a little sprinkler ball with Topher. Save this picture in your mental hard drive once it is time to vote for Father of the Year. Topher Stegall. This is the look that he gave after I asked him if he thought his dad was going to finish in fourth place in fantasy football again this year. I will take that as a big "Yes".Here is Steve's daughter having one of her three meltdowns Sunday afternoon. I am sure most of you are aware of the long pauses that kids have between when they first start to cry and when the first noise comes out. That is pretty much the time when the kids are sucking all of the air possible so they can really let out a long ear splitting cry. Well Steve's daughter, and I apologize because I can't tell the two of them apart, anyhow she had one of the longest pauses I have ever seen. You can see Pickle in the background even thinks it is funny.This one goes out to Tree. I know he has a man crush on me and likes to see me with my shirt off. I was having the kids jump over the noodle. You can see Ethan just cleared this one. The funny thing is that I wasn't even flexing.Here is Pickle getting some pretty big air. Even though it was proven that his younger brother, Ethan, can jump farther.


In case you didn't know it, I have a college intern at my bridge project up in Appleton. His name is Jher. I had pretty high hopes for him when he first started. He seemed very motivated and even asked me if I could bring in my old physics and calculus text books so that he could do practice problems when I didn't have real work for him to do. Friday we had to go into the two counterweight pits of my bridge and measure up 16 I-Beams in the pit. We were making these measurements because lower parts of the beams had eroded and are experiencing section loss. There were about 10 measurements to be made on each beam. I had Jher making all of the measurements and I was writing everything down. You wouldn't think that this would take very long but it was over 2 hours to complete it all. But the pace at which Jher worked is not what concerned me, it was the measurements that he was telling me. I do not expect every person to be able to look at a tape measure and know within a second or two the measurement, but if you are an engineer or studying to become one, I certainly do. Maybe Jher was a little intimidated as I was pretty much standing over him as he was making these measurements, but that was only to make sure he was doing it right. And he did make a couple of mistakes, so it is good that I was watching over him. I know for a fact that when he was making these measurements he was actually counting each sixteenth of an inch before he would say what the measurement was. Here are some of our actual conversations from Friday morning.

Jher: "6/16ths." Me: "Do you mean 3/8ths?" Jher: "Yes, that is what I meant, 3/8ths." That one happened twice.

Jher: "10/16ths." Me: "Do you mean 5/8ths?" Jher: "Yes, that is what I meant 5/8ths." That also happened twice.

Jher: "4/16ths." Me: "Did you say 4/16ths? Don't you mean 1/4 inch?" Jher: "Yes, 1/4 inch."

There was also a moment where he was measuring the flange of the I-Beam which in the area we measured that hadn't been eroded was 1/2 inch. So I knew that any measurement he gave because the beam was eroded would have to be less than 1/2 inch. Here was that conversation:

Jher: "5/8ths of an inch." Me: "Are you sure?" Jher: "Yes, 5/8ths.....wait no 5/16ths." Me: "Well, which one is it?" Jher: "No, it is 5/16ths, I am positive."

And my personal favorite of the day was the reading of "One knotch below a half inch" which the rest of the world likes to call 7/16ths of an inch.

Again, I do not mean to critical, and if it was just any person helping me, I wouldn't make an issue with it. But if you are looking to become a member of the Engineering Community being able to read a tape measure quickly and accurately is an absolute must. When you are trying to determine the strength of an I-Beam there is a huge difference between a beam that is 5/16th of an inch thick and one that is 5/8th of an inch thick.

Pulling Up Short

I am always willing to talk about all of my impressive feats. And although they don't happen very often I am also willing to discuss my shortcomings. Last night was a major short coming. I have been playing soccer up here in Appleton on Sunday nights. It is not a very competitive league. Actually classified as a rec league. That being said I would put myself as one of the more accomplished players on the field. Again, not the case last night. I play sweeper which is pretty much the last line of defense. So I take every goal that the other teams scores to heart, and no matter how the other team scores I feel highly responsible for every goal. The game started out alright. I managed to perfectly chip a ball from our side of the field into the other team's penalty box over my players shoulder and he was able to one touch chip the goalie. A sweeper getting an assist, I felt pretty good about that. Again it is all relative to the level of play and I should be making plays like that. We move to the second half, and the other teams ties the game up. It was a good shot and maybe I could have done something different, but I don't feel too bad about that goal. Shortly after our team is awarded a penalty kick. Statistically speaking penalty kicks are converted for goals, something like 95% of the time. I have never missed one. Until last night. The coach told me to take it and I missed back. I kicked it right to the goalie. I was in absolute disbelief. I totally let the team down. Our team did eventually score another goal and went up with a score of 2-1. But with minutes remaining and after one of our players got a red card, the other team mounted a comeback. A player from their team took a shot, but it wasn't a good shot and it wasn't hit very hard. It came right to me. I went to stop the ball and dribble it out, but the ball went right under my foot and on to another player on their team who promptly placed the ball in the back of the net. You can pin that goal on me. As we were pulling the ball out of the net and preparing for the kickoff the ref blew his whistle and called the game. You can place direct blame for the tie on my shoulders. After last night I wanted to quit the game for good. I have had bad games before, but I can't recall the last time I played a game where I was directly responsible for 2 goals.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Picture of the Day

Again I have nothing note worthy to talk about. But if you would like a run down of my day yesterday, I would be happy to do it for you.

7:00 a.m. I wake up and work out real quick.
7:45 a.m. I jump in the shower.
7:55 a.m. I leave my condo.
8:05 a.m. I arrive on my job site. Where for the next 4 hours I have some computer work to perform. Daily reports and so forth. I have to talk with my contractors who are working on my bridge. Basically just getting a status report from them, and determine if they are on schedule or not, and I see if they have any questions or problems. Yesterday, I actually ended up running around trying to find a key to the bridge operators house for a good part of the morning.
Noon I drive back to my condo for lunch. I cooked a pizza yesterday. I live maybe 15 blocks from my bridge. I take an hour for lunch. Yesterday things went a little longer as I watched part of the first inning of the Brewer game at home.
2:00 p.m. I had a meeting with another engineer from my company and an engineer from another company that has contracted my company out to run the job. We discussed the project status. As well as an issue with a change order in which the contractor is asking for more money that we feel they should get.
3:30 p.m. I finish up the rest of my daily reports and computer work.
4:00 p.m. I head back home to my condo. I caught the very end of the Brewer Game. And ate the rest of my pizza.
5:00 p.m. I decided to drag my lazy butt down to the condo's fitness center and work out.
7:00 p.m. I get back to my condo, do some laundry and grab something else to eat.
8:00 p.m. I head down to the condo's pool and hot tub for a quick dip and to see if there are any ladies hanging around the pool. There never are.
8:30 p.m. I take a shower. Watch some TV.
10:00 p.m. Lights out and go to bed.

So as you can see, my life here in Appleton is far from exciting. Anyhow here is your picture of the day. This picture was taken May 18th, 1999 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. This is me with the Liberty Bell. I am listening to it. They made a big deal about how the public is not allowed to touch it. But I did. Like I am afraid of the park ranger. Look at that weeny little guy, what is he going to do arrest me.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Ocean's 13

I apologize to my readers. I was actually a bit busy at work yesterday and didn't get around to putting up a post. As you may or may not know, I don't have internet at my condo, so I do all of my blogging at work. I had a meeting with a number of engineers yesterday on/in my bridge and didn't get around to my posting. So here is today's posting. This past weekend I went and saw Ocean's 13. They should have stopped at 11. Sorry, but this movie was a major disappointment. Oceans 11 was such a good movie and unfortunately the two sequels haven't come even close to living up it. In fact Oceans 12 was just plan bad. My review of Ocean's 13 is that it is barely a 4. The whole movie was highly unrealistic. Just every aspect of the tunnel drilling machine was impossible. And all of the scams that the group had to pull off just seemed way too high tech. It was more like watching Mission Impossible. I just didn't like it. I hope that Brad, George and Matt decide not to try to pull off Ocean's 14. My advice, wait for it to be on video.

As for other exciting things in my life. There really isn't anything. This upcoming weekend is The General's son, Topher's, 1st birthday party. And I am beginning to mentally prepare myself for Summerfest. Nothing on the events band line up really blows my skirt up. But I am sure I will get down there 3 or 4 times. It just really sucks that the 4th falls on a Wednesday. I am quite certain that I will be working Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday that week.

Weekend Update

It was a bit of a tough weekend for me. First off I was sick most of the weekend. But I didn't have much going on and I stayed in Appleton all weekend. If I was going to get sick then this was the weekend to do it. Also contributing to my less than average weekend was the fact that the Packers once again signed Antonio Freeman so that he could retire as a Packer. Thank you to Joe, Roman and Sherman for bringing it to my attention. Rounding out my weekend was sub par, I lost my soccer game last night 4-0. Since I play Sweeper, I have to take a lot of the responsibility for all of those goals. After thinking about each goal over and over in bed last night, I can say that I could and should have played it differently on 3 of the 4 goals.
I would like to make a late wish of a happy Father's Day to all of the Fathers out there, especially my own old man. I was lying in bed last night thinking of all my friends who are now fathers. I decided to compile a list of all of my friends who are now fathers. I find it rather mind blowing how many there are and also that all of them actually somehow convinced a female to procreate with them.
Here they are: Russ, Fogel, Stu, Muffy, Basketball Dave, Storch, Marty Moose, Bob the Blatzman, Phil, Kakeface, Tree, The General, Tyler, Ryan, Truz, Nate.
I am sure I missed one or two.
In honor of Father's Day, here is a picture of me and my dad at a wedding last year.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Picture of the Day

Now that the weather is nice, how about a snow picture. This one was taken February 5th, 2005 at Kirkwood Resort, Lake Tahoe, California. Eric and I before we jumped on the lift at Kirkwood ski resort in Lake Tahoe. For the record we didn't just pose with the sign, we actually went up that lift and did the run. I guess that would make me an expert.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Picture of the Day

Here is your picture of the day taken, August 10th, 1999 at Arlington Cemetery, Washington, D.C. D.C. in the background, the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and below is JFK's Grave.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Rotten Kids

With of the kids being around me this weekend, it got me to thinking about what sort of child I was. As a whole, I would say that myself along with my brothers were all pretty bad. I have no idea how my parents were able to raise us, and for the most part we all turned out pretty well. My mom absolutely dreaded taking us as a group shopping. I can remember going to Brookfield Sqaure and we would beg my mom to buy us matchbox cars until she finally gave in. We would get our cars open them up right away and then lay down on the floor 30 or 40 feet apart and wing them back and forth to each other while my mom was in a store. She would come out and the matchbox cars would be flipping over and hitting people in the ankles as they walked by us. We would get yelled at. Later my mom would go into another store and we would go and look at the water fountains. Of course it wasn't long until we started sticking our arms in the water and pulling out coins. My mom would come out of store and yell at us. We run over by her, with our shirt sleeves and pockets soaking wet claiming that we weren't taking any coins out of the fountains. How my parents did it I will never know.

Brady's Birthday in FLA

I was down in Florida this past weekend. It was my old roommate, Truz, his son's baptism and 1st birthday. It has been weird to see my friends transforming over the last couple of years. It used to be we would get together and it was all about us and having a good time. Now it is all about the kids and making sure that the kids have a good time. Which is fine with me, I am used to it with my family. Friday we (Eric, Tammy and I) got into Tampa. Julie told Tammy that we should meet Julie at Julie's dad's place. When we got there, Julie wasn't there, surprise surprise. We went to a place down by the Gulf and had lunch. Julie was going to meet us there but surprise surprise, she never showed. Anyhow outside of the bar where we had lunch I got this picture. I hear there is any opening for the crocodile hunter's job. I think I would be perfect.After lunch we went back to Julie's dad's place, where we stayed all weekend. He has a great place right on the inter coastal waters with a pool. Here I am mid-dive. Sorry Tree, but I just didn't want to swim with my shirt on. Here is Truz's dad drinking a Manhattan and sporting my Uni-Bomber glasses.
Nate and Michel's son, Elery.
Here is Truz and his son, Brady.
Julie got a inflatable jumpy thing for the kids to jump around in, but of course the adults had to go inside. Here is Andy's mom at the bottom of the slide.
Nate, myself, Eric and Truz.
Michel, Nate, Tammy, Julie, Eric (in back), Truz, myself, Linda and Brady in front.
Saturday night as we were sitting around the pool, we were tossing around the balls for the pool basketball set and one ball hit the table and knocked a wine glass to the ground that shattered. I am sure it was one of the wine glasses that the guys were drinking out of. We thought that we had cleaned up all of the glass bits, but I was able to find on shard of glass with the bottom of my foot. Here is Nate performing a little surgery on my foot. I am pretty sure that that knife was sterile. On the way home I got this picture in the Tampa airport. I have no idea who this statue is. I looked but didn't see any information about it. But I got the picture anyhow.

I would just like to address one issue that continues to pop up in my life. And that is my drinking, it again came up this weekend and it is starting to bother me. I had a poll a while back and for the most part people don't think I have a drinking problem. I will say that yes I am still the same binge drinker that I was in college. Big deal. Later Saturday night, when there weren't any kids around, I decided to shotgun a couple of beers while sitting around the pool. What is the problem with that? Somehow Julie found about about this and Sunday morning she questioned me about this and was not very impressed. However, hours later after the baptism and brunch, when we were back sitting around the pool. I had decided that I did not want to drink at all on Sunday. Julie comes up to me and asks me why I am not drinking and is giving me as hard of a time about not drinking as she was earlier about shot gunning beers the night before. Do me a favor, pick a stance and stick with it. My family has an issue with this too. Often we have family get togethers on a Sunday and I don't drink. Do me a huge favor and just leave me alone. If you really think I have a problem, make sure you have all of your information correct before making any accusations. People in glass houses should not throw rocks.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Picture of the Day

Here is your picture of the day, taken October 3rd, 2002 in Clearwater, Florida. I was down in Clearwater for Truz and Julie's wedding. Oddly enough I am headed back down to Florida this weekend to visit Truz and Julie, it is their son, Brady's, 1st birthday and baptism. Julie guilt tripped me into making the trip down the last time she was up here. Anyhow this picture is of me and Browny. On this night there was a party at Julie's parents place. We got back to the hotel and there was Browny just hanging out. Browny had hurt his foot and for some reason he was wearing two different kinds of shoes. I remember later that night, I was in the hotel bar with a group of people from the wedding. I was talking to a girl who didn't know Browny. She said to me "Do you know that guy with two different shoes on?" I said "Yes, that is Browny, he is a good friend of mine." She said "He was hitting on me before and I thought he was cute but then I looked down and noticed that he had two different shoes on. There isn't anything wrong with him is there?" For anyone who knows Browny, you know as well as I do that that is a loaded question. As I said I will be in Florida this weekend so there won't be any new posts until Monday. Tree, I have to warn you, I plan on spending a lot of time around the pool this weekend, so I might have my shirt off. I need to let the guns breath every once in a while.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Partying with the Band

I was driving to work yesterday, and a song came on the radio by the band "Bad Religion" and it sparked this story that I have yet to tell. So now I am here to tell it. This was back in my college days. It was the summer and I went to the Brewer game with Kaker, Lisa and Megan. There might have been some other people along but those are the only one that I remember. I had only met Lisa and Megan a couple of times, most of what they knew of me was from stories that Kaker told them. They had a lot to learn. We started tailgating, and I don't think we even had a grill, I think we were just drinking beer. I dumped a 12 pack in the cooler, and Lisa said to me "If you put the 12 pack box on your head and go wave to cars (as they were pulling into the parking lot) for 5 minutes, I will buy your ticket into the game." I gave Kaker the "Are you kidding me look" grabbed the box and proceeded to wave and yell at every car that drove into the parking lot. And nearly every car was honking or waving back to me. Eventually Lisa came over and grabbed the box off of my head because she wanted to wear it and wave at the cars. A little while later as we were sitting around Megan said to me "I will give you $5 if you go and play football with those kids over there." Again I gave Kaker the "Are you kidding me look", I stood up, walked over to the kids that were throwing around the football and I immediately installed myself as the quarterback. We go into the game, and this is at the old County Stadium. We were sitting in the bleachers. It was far from a full house and we were just sitting there enjoying the game. We noticed this group of four guys that were kind of dirtball looking, ripped jeans, long hair, that were sitting down the bleachers from us. And they had back stage passes around their necks. Megan went down to talk to them, and sure enough, they were the band "Bad Religion". We talked to them for 2 or 3 innings. Kaker quickly turned into Mr. Rollingstone reporter and was asking them questions like "What influence did the Beatles have on your musical style?" Easy Kaker. I just wanted hear some of the groupie stories. The band left before the game was over, but said that they would leave some tickets for their show that night at the box office for us. In the late innings of the game, I strolled over to a spot above the visitors bullpen and started harassing the relief pitchers. After a couple of minutes of giving them a hard time, they finally acknowledged me. I was trying to get a souvenir, I was asking for a ball or a rosin bag, anything. They were having nothing to do with that. Finally I convinced one of the pitchers to throw me a piece of chewing gum. As I stated, we were drinking beer in the parking lot and I probably had too many. That pitcher must have thrown at least 5 or 6 pieces of gum up to me, and I dropped every one. I remember I yelled down to him after I dropped yet another piece of gum "I play soccer, try kicking one up here." He quickly stopped acknowledging that I existed. After the game we were deciding what to do. I said that we had to go to "The Rave" to see the band, after all they did leave tickets for us. Everyone finally agreed with me, so we went down to "The Rave". Megan went up to the box office window and said "I know this is going to sound weird, but we met the band at the Brewer's game and they said they were going to leave us some tickets." The lady at the window said "Oh yeah, they told me about you, here you go." So we are in the show. I had never heard Bad Religion before. Not really my kind of music. We get into the concert and the area in front of the stage is just one huge mosh pit. We stood at the back for a song or two and then we decided that someone had to get up to the stage to show the band that we were there. I got elected. As the next song started I ventured into the mosh pit. I got tossed around pretty good in the pit, but I had my ticket stub in my one hand up in the air. Finally the guitarist saw me and smiled back at me. So at least they knew that we showed up to the concert. I stayed up by the stage for one song then got out of there. When I got back to Kaker, Megan and Lisa, I was just dripping with sweat from being in the mosh pit. It turned out to be a pretty good night, I got paid $5 to see the Brewers and Bad Religion for free. Well that is my hanging with the band story. I am not sure I have told that one here or not.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

34 Years Old

Yes, yesterday was my birthday. I turned 34 years old. Although at my party my cousin's wife, Katie, told me that she thought I was much younger than 34. Then on Sunday I played soccer with a new team in Appleton. When I told them how old I was, they were shocked. Most of them thought I was still in my 20's. It must have had something to do with my play since I was the backbone of the defense that secured a 4-1 victory.
But Monday morning brought me back to reality. As it was my first outdoor game in 2 or 3 years, my body was very sore. In fact I had to ice my ankle both Sunday night after the game and then again Monday afternoon.
I was happy to celebrate my birthday Monday with possibly the best present I got this year. It was raining most of the day and my contractor decided to call it at day around 10:00 in the morning. Which effectively meant that I was calling it a day at 10:01 in the morning. I was able to go home take a nap and spend the majority of the day resting and relaxing on the couch.

Monday, June 04, 2007

The Antonio Freeman Party

I think it is safe for me to call the 6th Annual Antonio Freeman Party a success. The weather cooperated. I would like to thank a couple people specifically for helping out. Justus, for doing the cooking, everything was great. All of my family, my parents, sister, brothers and in-laws for bringing all that they contributed to party and helping out where they did. The girls from Minnesota for blowing up the balloons that I eventually did not even use, but the kids enjoyed them. Annie for helping out. Thank whomever put all of the food away at the end of the night. Thanks to everyone who brought food to share. I would like to also thank everyone who did bring me a present for my birthday. As always, it was unnecessary but highly appreciated. The only person required to bring me a present is my mom with peanut butter cookies.

I would again like to apologize for leaving my own party, but when I did leave around 9:00 it looked like everyone was still having a good time. The wedding was fun, and I doubt too many of you missed me while I was gone.

Also I have a couple of sarcastic thank yous. To the smokers to threw their cigarette butts in the yard after I asked them not to, thanks. They were fun to pick up yesterday. And lastly thank you to my friend Liz, who for the second year in a row called me up at 3 in the morning and showed up at my house with a complete stranger. Then managed to wake up everyone in my house that was sleeping. Classy.

Here are the pictures that I have from the event.

The kids before the relay games.

Here I am explaining the rules to the kids and the adults. As stated a number of times during the games, I am judge, jury and executioner. Life is not fair and sometimes, I am not either.
The adults relay teams. I love this picture because you can see Nate stretching out.
The team pictures.

Here are my parents in the Senior Division water balloon toss.
The winners of the open division water balloon toss. Dawn and The General. It pains me to see The General win. I was later told by more than one person that they consider The General to be a cancer on their relay team and the inclusion of him on any relay team is an instant recipe for a loss. No objections with that statement here. Lindsey beating out Pickle for the kids musical chair trophy.

Congratulations to all of the winners.

I didn't get the kids relay team winners.

The adult relay team of Eric, Doug, Nate, Ryan, Jodi, Kim, Sherman and Maas who came in from Nashville, took a break from the wedding to take home the hardware.

The Senior Division Water Balloon Toss: Annie and Gordy.

The Open Division Water Balloon Toss: Dawn and The General, but I only want to congratulate Dawn.

The Kids Musical Chair Winner: Lindsey

The Female Musical Chair Winner: Liquid Lisa

The Male Musical Chair Winner: Justin, even though before the finals, both of his parents picked his brother Mike to win.

The poor sports award goes to Tom and Sandy for not even playing in the water balloon toss.

Again thanks to everyone for making the party the success that it is. It is the people that make the party, I just get everyone together. And while I think I take a little more grief than is necessary while organizing the games, it still is one of my favorite days. But I have down graded it from being my absolute favorite day of the year. I apologize that I was not able to mingle and talk to more people, but it is a hectic day for me organizing everything. I hope everyone had a good time.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Picture of the Day

This picture was taken April 22, 2000 in Y-Bor City, Florida. From front to back, Tim, Nate, Me, Russ, Brown and Truz. Doing shots at a Bar in Y-Bor City. All I can really say is that Y-Bor City is just a lot of fun.