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I spent this last weekend out in Colorado. I went with Eric and Nate to go visit and ski with our friend, Russ. Let me give you the run down of the weekends events. Michel dropped us off at the airport Thursday night. We flew out on Frontier Airlines which is based out of Denver. I highly recommend flying with Frontier if you get the opportunity. The best feature, which I am sure is a feature that will be coming to other airlines, is that their airplanes are equipped with direct TV and each seat has a small 4 inch LCD in the head rest so that you can watch TV the entire trip. Of course they hit you up for $5, but it makes the flight much mo
re enjoyable and seem to go much faster. Once in Denver we drove the hour and a half to Dillion where Russ had a time share. He wasn't around so we dropped off our stuff and went to the Dam Brewery. Since it was around midnight, it wasn't too busy but they had a horrible band playing. And what was worse is that they were so loud. I think the only song they played was called "feedback" because that is all that I heard coming from the speakers. I woke up Friday morning and I felt like absolute garbage. I only had a couple of beers the night before, so it is believed that I had altitude sickness. Seriously. I don't think I was hung over because I only had 5 beers the night before. On the way to Copper Mountain, where we skie
d the entire weekend, we stopped at a gas station and I threw up. See me posing with my puke in the picture. Then once we got to the parking lot at Copper Mountain I threw up again. That time was basically all bile. Fun stuff. But I didn't fly all the way out there for nothing. So I got myself together and powered through the pain and still got in close to 3 hours of skiing. After skiing we went to my favorite place in Frisco, Barkley's Bar. Their happy hour specials are great, and cheap, $1 burgers, hot dogs and tacos. And $1.50 Pabst Blue Ribbon. Saturday was pretty much a carbon copy of Friday, without me throwing up. Saturday night we played a little Texas Hold'em. Nate cleaned up on everyone. Sunday was probably the laziest day I have had in a long time. We went to
the Dam Brewery again to watch the early football games. Then we went back to the place we were staying at to watch the late football game and we got a couple movies in. I was either laying on the couch or the floor for all afternoon and all night. Monday we were up pretty early and were on the hill by 9:00 a.m. They had received about 5 inches of fresh powder. It took a little time for the midwesterners to get used to skiing in powder since none of us had really skied much in it. But it was great. I guess one of the highlights of the day was while we were debating on which run to take, there was a black diamond run which went through the trees and was full of moguls. It is no surprise that of the four of us, I am the worst skier. I was going to head around this run and
take a easier run and meet them at the chair lift. Then Nate said to me "You know a 7 year old girl just went down this run." I hope she fell as many times as I did. I made one quick turn to slow myself down between two trees and both my skis popped off and flew 20 feet into the woods. Maneuvering through 4 feet of snow with ski boots on to retrieve my skis in the middle of a forest is fun. Thanks Nate. And then we came home late Monday night. It was a great ski trip. Thanks Russ for inviting us out. And if all goes well I am planning on getting back out there in February when Krum is headed out there. Krum you are still going right?
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pretty cold out and knowing the more attention that I brought to myself the easier it would be to find them, I decided to dawn the gorilla suit. Plus as long as the wind isn’t blowing, it is really warm. Once I parked it took me all of ten minutes to find them. My aunt and uncle, my dad, my three younger cousins and their boyfriend and girlfriend were all in attendance. But they pushed back the time of the game and we ended up running out of beer. The University did put on something of a free tailgate party with free food and beer. However by the time we got over there, about 20 minutes before game time, they only had beer left and it was way too packed around the beer table to get a beer. I took it upon myself to be resourceful and get beer elsewhere. I found a couple of guys who were drinking in the parking lot and bought a couple beers off of them for a buck a piece. While the University was hosting a free tailgate party with beer, beer is not sold our allowed in the stadium, sort of hypocritical if you ask me. So this is where I have used my refined skills in the art of the carry in. I
wrapped the beer up in my blanket and walked right in. I met up with everyone else in my group and hand out the beers to everyone. We are all enjoying ourselves. Whitewater is manhandling the other team. The snow is falling but yet it isn’t too cold. Everyone finished their first beer and there was only one left, and since I paid for it I might as well drink it. The game is nearly the end of the first quarter and I have about 2 gulps left of my second and last beer. Out of the corner of my eye I see two people walking down the row towards me. I turn and look and it is two cops. You guessed it; they came to haul me away. The more I think about it, the more I think that someone around me ratted me out. Nonetheless, in front of my dad, my aunt and uncle and my younger cousins, who I should be setting an example for, I get escorted out of the stadium. As I was walking out with the cops I had to walk past pretty much the entire crowd. And every 9 or 10 steps I would hear someone from the crowd yell out “Hey, you aren’t throwing the gorilla out?!?” And these hard ass cops would yell back “Yes, we are!”
Can you imagine that? Cops who are hard asses. So I got kicked out and was told if I tried to get back in and they caught me I would be charged with trespassing. And I seriously considered changing clothes and getting back in at half time, but by the time I got back to my truck I was so cold, plus I turned on the radio in my truck and Whitewater was up by 30 points. So that is how mature I have become. I am 32 years old and getting kicked out of college football games.

Joe: Atlanta, Chicago, Cincinnati, Jacksonville, New England, Denver, Seattle and Tennessee.
run down of what I have been up to. As you may know that Gun Deer Season started the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Sunday morning I was over at my parents house butchering away at the deer. I worked over there from last Sunday through to this Monday. We took Thanksgiving off, and at last count we took care of 197 deer in 8 days, that is about 25 a day. Pretty brutal. Last Wednesday I had indoor soccer. We again won and I again scored a goal. I should have had more. But with 3 games to
go in the season, the team is 5-0 and I have a 20 to 15 point lead in scoring over one Dave "The General" Stegall. After Wednesday's game the team all went out to Pistol Pete's. I am always happy to make this outing because it is really the only time that the team gets together off the field all year. Thursday was Thanksgiving which was at my brother Jon's this year. The turkey was succulent. My sister hit a home run with home made rolls. I must have polished off 7 or 8 mini turkey sandwiches. But the tryptophan hit me hard. We started playing some sheepshead after dinner. In about a half an hour I wa
s falling asleep at the table. Friday was that annual Natesgiving. Despite one small delay due to operator error on a thermometer reading everything was great. Thanks Nate and Michel. Saturday night I went with my brother, Dan, to the Bucks game. They lost but it was fun regardless. After a beer at the bar I went home to find a message from Andy and Brian from my soccer team. They were at the Up and Under on the Eastside and wanted me to meet them. Well I am always up for one more bar. So I headed back down to the Eastside. They had a band playing, Southbound. They were a decent band. But I am sure they were less than thrilled when after
they finished I cornered the lead singer and I told him I wanted them to play "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" by the Rolling Stones. Nor did they want to hear that I was going to see Phil Lesh the following night. At bar time we headed to Oakland Gyros. I can never get sick of going to that place at bar time. As I mentioned Sunday night I went to see Phil Lesh with Chris Reimer. Just a great show. Check out the set list. Plus a real mellow crowd. Chris and I got within just a couple of feet of the stage towards the end of the show. Monday I had another indoor soccer game. And last night was the pinnacle of my last week or so. The General and I went to go and see the Dave Matthews Band
at the Kohl Center in Madison. But first we had to go to Wando's for a fish bowl. That gets you off in the right direction for a concert. Check out this set list. Christmas Song, that was just a bonus to an already great concert. So tonight, Wednesday, I have another soccer game and then it is time to relax for the rest of the week. After a week and a half off of work, I think I am ready to get back to my cubicle and just space out for a day or so (Note the Office Space reference). So that is what I have been up to.
er only other real ally. But that would quickly change. I forgot what my mom cooked up that night, but I believe just about everyone in the family was there so we must have had at least 10 people around the dining room table. I am pretty sure we had to put two extra leafs in the table. The seating situation was that Jodi was sitting directly across from me, with Dan and my mom on either side of her. Jodi didn't really say much of anything all of dinner. I think my dad might have asked her a question or two and she didn't give much more than a one or two word answer. We had finished dinner and there was a little small talk going on around the table. I am guessing most of it was done by my brothers talking about either cutting down a tree or killing some type of animal. Finally when there was a lull in the conversation, I decided it was time to be the little trouble maker that I am. I announced "Well Jodi, I don't need to impress my mom so why don't you take my plate into the kitchen?" At which point I picked up my plate and extended it towards Jodi. Jodi with a shocked look on her face, looked at me, then at Dan, then at my mom. She then pushed her chair back, stood up, grabbed my plate and carried it in to the kitchen. Of course since that time, Dan and Jodi got married and have two wonderful kids. Now when there is a family get together and we are all sitting together eating at the dining room table, Jodi makes me clear her plate. That is fine, I am happy to do it, because no matter what, she will never get me back as bad as I got her. On that note a belated Happy Thanksgiving.
g endeavor. But at least all of you who have entered, now know that it isn't fixed. However now that I am out and I can not make any more picks. I will continue to make picks for the future Mrs. Rickie Davies from the team that I think will win. I don't know what the spread is in the Tampa Bay game, that is the team I am going with this week. I saw some real talent on the sidelines for this team. As usual here are the SPREADS. This is who is left and their used up teams. And I am guessing you have already taken notice of Barbara.
knockout. I know that Krum had taken a pretty big swing at the title with this girl and got nowhere. And a couple other guys from our group also tried to spark up a little conversation with this young vixen. But as each guy stepped up to the plate, this girl quickly shut down each one, and with authority might I add. Being the intellectual that I am, I realize that I have no shot at all, but I am not going to let this young starlet make us look like a bunch of chumps, even though that is what we were. Allow me to set the scene, we are in a semi crowded bar, the music is playing over the sound system yet not too loud, and no one is dancing. My group of guys is easy within earshot of the girl we all wish to make our own, at least for one evening. So I stroll up to her and I say, “Do you want to dance?” She looked me up and down, and with a look of disgust on her face, like she had just been sucking on a lemon for a half an hour she says with her stuck up attitude, “No!” Almost praying for that response, I retort loudly with, “No, you didn’t hear me. I said you look fat in those pants.” And with that I turned and walked back to my friends. I remember Krum saying to me, “Dude, what are you doing?” To which I replied to my good friend, “Krum we had no shot.”
SPREADS.
Putt has arrived, let the gambling begin.
Andy in Jag 2 on his way to the yatch club.
Nate, Kelly, Smully and Putt.

Greg and his pitcher, after he called the Badger's loss agaisnt Iowa.
Mr. and Mrs. Josephs
Julie and Michel, and I have no idea what they are doing.
Nate flexing and me sending out the vibe.

Andy on the dance floor.
Michel teaching the kids gang signs. Or is that the shocker?
Nate Eric and myself teaching Casey how to buy drinks for the ladies
Eric, Nate, Andy, Andy's $135 tie, Uncle Pat and myself.

Jag 2 with Julie's dinner on the side of it.