Time for the lake again! I had only been home 4 days, but was ready for some more lake action. We had people coming and going all weekend. When it was all said and done, we had 21 people come thru the house. Eph and I headed up Thursday to get ready. Plus it was America’s birthday, so we got the best flags in the house up.
The first wave of friends came up Friday. Bruce, Jake, Joe, Ben, and Chris. The usual boat rides and wave runner action ensued. Here’s me as Captain of the Fuller Formula. I put Bruce in the back with his timeout belt because he wouldn’t shut up about how bad his “beef curtains” hurt during boat rides.
We hung out all day then headed over to Lake Syracuse for the fireworks. They weren’t too bad, but the real show is on Lake Wawasee the following night. Rumor has it, it’s the 3rd best show in the state. Unfortunately I didn’t record those, but I did get Syracuse on tape. We finished our evening with a grand game of poker that I can’t remember who won, but I know it wasn’t me.
Saturday brought Rick, Tim, Mitch, Amanda, Kristin, and my parents. The weather did not want to cooperate with us this day. Most of us stuck out the drizzle and played Boche or corn hole outside. A few others decided to attack the 1500 piece puzzle that was inside. The haze finally wore off towards the end of the day and we had a perfect view of the fireworks from our yard. We ended our night with a stellar game of Apples to Apples. If you are a group of degenerates like us, have a few drinks and play this game. You’ll cry its so funny. Here’s a few pics from the day and a video of our own personal fireworks show.
Sunday was the weather we’d all been looking for. Lots of sunshine and blue skies! Too bad it wasn’t 1 day earlier but we made the most of it! Even Mimi, the matriarch of the family and proud owner of the house, made a visit! Great times and memories! Thanks for letting us use it, Mimi!
The day had finally come. George had to go home. It’s been a good 3 weeks of fun, but I do admit I was tired of catching moths and digging up worms for this little dude. And I think he was tired of living in a glass house too. I will say, from my previous turtle experiences, this guy had no fear. He wasn’t shy. He had gusto and didn’t care. I figured he’d jump into the lake when I released him. Yea… not so much…
Backpeddle? A turtle that backpeddles from the water. Good lord. Well, we got on with our weekend of fun that included puzzles, cards, boche ball… you name it. We had fun. Except when Ephraim and I tried to finish a brand new puzzle that was missing 1 piece. EXTREMELY frustrating. But, I got a little cardio in too. And yes, first try… I was up and running. This is about 10 minutes long, but at least listen to it for Bruce’s stupid commentary and watch me face plant the lake a few times. Note to self… don’t give Bruce the camera again. (Wait… haven’t I said that before?)
A friend Andy from high school tied the knot this weekend, so a few of us traveled up north for the big hoopla. I was on a time crunch after my race, so as an old lady, I wore my hair in rollers as I drove up there then got ready at my parents house.
My mom has known the Offerle family for years so she attended the wedding with me. It was beautiful and quick. Just how a wedding should be! The reception was at Pine Valley Country Club where I use to work during my summers home from college. I was a “cart monkey” and got people’s clubs ready and loaded on the cart for their tee time. I ran into the pro-shop to see what was new… the employees were. They didn’t look a day over 17. Oh wait, I was only 18 when I started there. I felt old. Went over to the reception where the adults were and got a picture with the groom.
There were quite a few people there I hadn’t seen since they graduated so it was nice time to do a bit of catching up with some of them. A few of them were fellow runners too. One reminded me and his wife of the time I mooned him during a cross country race. Oops, forgot about that one. She seemed pretty cool and I reassured her that wouldn’t happen again. Here are some fellow Saints, Marcus and Chris.
Sunday was Father’s day, but my father wasn’t feeling the best. He’s had a cough all week, so he stayed home while Mom and I attended mass at St. Anne’s with my Grandma, Mimi. Talk about a sight to see. A retirement home catholic mass. There were more wheelchairs and walkers than prayer books. Just FYI – I did take communion and no, my tongue did not burn off. At the end of mass, my Mom looks at me and says “You can either take the prayer books or grab an old person.” WTF? I guess everyone that visits, helps out and wheels the fogies out so they can get back to their respective floors and rooms. I chose prayer books.
We got back to my parents to find my Dad already about done with 1 of the 2 books I bought him. Maybe the second will last until Thursday. We had a nice lunch and then I headed back to Indy. It was a long weekend, but great memories of it all!
Why aren’t weekends longer?! This was one of my few weekends where I was able to head up to Wawasee for some R&R. Bruce and I were itching to get out, so we left early Friday to make the trek up there. You would have thought we were providing food and drink for 20 people! We had it all! We set the radio on random and took off. Very appropriate during a train crossing, a Kenny Rogers song came on. For some reason, this just cracked us up which was a great precursor to how the whole weekend would be… hilarious!
We arrived about 5 pm and I was so excited, we had to do everything right then and there! The sun was shining and the water was calling my name. First order of business was to get our suits on and get the boat uncovered for a ride around the lake. Bruce was expecting a nice smooth ride, we don’t do slow in the Fuller family. It was a 35 mph cruise around the lake finished by about a 50 mph run down the bay. One thing about this lake. People like to race you. A boat was doing the “do you wanna go?” cruise right next to me followed by eye contact, but I wanted no part in it. I have childhood memories of my father yelling at me to hold on to the bottom post of the seat because he’s gotta show this guy who’s faster. So I did put the throttle down a bit but turned away from the guy and headed to the sandbar. The water was crystal clear this year. I’ve never seen it this great in my 31 years up there.
We headed back to the house to take a paddleboat ride. Bruce was very interested in my turtle hunting skills. We saw maybe 3 turtles, but it was fairly late in the evening for turtles to be sunning themselves. No chance of catching anything so we headed back to the house only to run into a sea otter (a.k.a Muskrat) that we thought was a stick. Bruce wanted to catch that. Ahhhh no, I don’t think so. We did catch a new pool cup for Bruce.
Next order of business was to uncover the jet skis and take off. By this time it was about 8 pm and the water was like glass. We hit the throttle and cruised around a bit then headed in. We needed to eat! We spent the evening playing games and doing a puzzle. If you’ve ever played Taboo, you know you have to get creative on the clues. “What sound does a pig make?” Bruce says “Oink”. “What do you put in your mouth if you want fresh breath?” Bruce says “a mint… Ointment!” This word will provide us many laughs for years to come.
Saturday came and the party people showed up… Herb and Carole. We played cornhole for hours, ate some lunch, played arts & crafts with a dead fish…. Huh?! My mom saw this article about pressing fish with paint on rice paper and calling it art. Well my mother felt she was an artist and we all must get in on the action. Mind you, she found the construction paper, we all did the rest of the work and got bossed around by the artist. On today’s turtle hunt, I picked up 2 turtles and a pretty good size dead fish. Dad got the spray paint out and we made a few attempts at this so called “art” project. After studying the article a bit, I figured out that artist used RUBBER fish to make theirs. Geez. We made do with our dead one. Herb figured out “You don’t bring the fish to the paper, you bring the paper to the fish!”. The funny part of this is we were all trying to apply some logic to figure out how to get the damn fish imprint on the paper. Here’s Carole with her “art”.
And say hello to my little friend.
This is George. He’s spending 3 weeks at my place before I take him back home to Wawasee. He’s so cute you can’t stand it! We finished up Saturday night at the Frog followed by Rummy and Clue at the house. Bruce kicked my ass at Rummy, but I beat him at “silent” Clue. Here are Bruce’s friends that he made this weekend.
We wrapped up Sunday with a float in the water and a few rounds of Would You Rather… Disgusting yet intriguing game. Thanks to everyone for making it a great weekend. Looking forward to doing it again ASAP!
Memorial Day weekend = Open the lake place! My parents have usually gotten most of the menial tasks out of the way by the time I arrive to the lake, but this year it was my turn to get dirty and help out. Usually my brother and I would help with the boat, the jet skis… you know, the fun stuff! This year, I arrived early Saturday to even help get the water turned on. That task seemed to take a few hours, but I learned how to soder pipes with water in them! It’s always a learning experience when working with my father. It’s amazing what a piece of bread will do!
After we got the water issue settled, we vaccummed, cleaned floors, cleaned fridgerators… we did it all. But Mom and I did manage to get some water and sun time in between. Sunday, we got the ladders on, pier posts in, lauched the SS Carole Jean and took her on her maiden voyage, got the Fuller Formula running and in the water… it was a full day. But again, Mom and I found time for water and sun. Today, we got up at the crack of dawn to beat all of Elkhart to the flea market capital of the north. AKA Shipshewana. It’s fun, but every 10th booth is the same. If you need a trunk full of tube socks, embroidered bluebird sweatshirts, novelity t-s that read “I’m a multi tasker, I can talk and piss you off at the same time”, head up HWY5 and follow the horse and buggies. We did pick up a few items but headed back to the house so we could all get on the road and home in decent time.
Here’s some pics of the place. The first is the front of the house, next is the view from the yard, the next is the view from the pier. My little oasis in the midwest!
Not literally, but figuratively. My friend Arrin was competing in the 2009 NPC Northern Kentucky Bodybuilding and Figure Championships. I wasn’t able to go watch her compete two years ago, so I was definitely going this time. 6 of us made the trek to Covington Kentucky, just outside of Cinncinati. I think you can tell which one is Arrin.
We arrived to the show around 7 pm and WOW. I don’t know if I can even describe it. It’s almost something your eyes have to see for yourself. First, these men and women are the color of a golden brown turkey cooked perfectly for Thanksgiving. I had never see this tone before except on purses and belts. It was spray tan central. I now, do not feel I was too tan last summer during my sabbatical. I didn’t even recognize Arrin when I first saw her, I walked right on by her. Second, these people are ripped!! I only ever used the word shredded to refer to cheese, but at this show, it was to describe the muscles. The guys could flex their back muscles into 10 different shapes that looked like some CGI movie clip. It was amazing.
Arrin was competing in the Figure portion. She’s been training for months, eating only protein and veggies. It’s a discipline I could never get to, but completely give her much respect and props for doing it! She finished 3rd in her division, which I thought was one if not 2 spots lower than she should have finished! I don’t know how they judge this thing, but third gets her to advance, so that’s good enough for me! Here’s a look at her competition. She’s 4th from the left here. The girl to her left, won the division and the whole Figure portion of the show. I’ll go “Tonya Harding” on her, but only if Arrin asks me too 🙂
Closer shot of Arrin and her rockin’ bod!!!
Since we were already there, we stayed until the very end to see the Super Heavyweight men. These guys weigh over 225 pounds are are all muscle…so we thought. There were only 3 guys competing. The first 2 were phenominal. Just like you see on TV. Then the last guy came out. I think he lost a bet or something. This dude was a good 250 and 50% body fat. Bless his heart and his little red banana hammock for getting on stage. He was trying to flex and work the crowd like he owned it! It was hilarious! Now the key is, they award to the top 5 in each category. So, he got third and a huge trophy! I’ll try to find the NPC picture from the event because it is priceless.
So, congrats to Arrin!!! I’m proud of you girl and you’ll always get 1st place in my heart!!!
Sorry Purdue fans! It’s apparently my fault we lost. I changed seats during the game.
My friend Andy had an extra ticket with him, so I decide to sit in the Pit for the first half. The seats are just 3 rows behind the bench so you really feel like you are part of the game. For the first half, Purdue looked ok. We weren’t doing anything spectacular, but we were winning by 7.
Since it was our last home game, I wanted to sit with my normal crew for the second half… Especially since Jessi made great signs for Senior night!!! Our goal was to get Calf-Tat’s attention with our We “heart” Calf-Tat signs. It worked!!!!! He gave us a smile and a wave and said thanks. Made my day!! Back to the game… Purdue looked awful the second half. Our passes were lobs, JJ couldn’t post up, offense and defensive was bad. We just didn’t have it together. Northwestern is tough. They beat MSU at MSU! I just hate that they came into our house on Senior night and beat us. Hopefully we will learn from this and apply some better consistency for the Big Dance coming up.
Here were my seats for the first half of the game…
From Nate’s view…
Here are my seats for the second half…
My beloved Calf-Tat. You will be missed. If this banner goes missing, I’ll have an alibi prepared.
After my race, I raced home to get ready to head up to West Lafayette for the highly anticipated Purdue vs IU basketball game. I say “highly anticipated” lightly. We all know IU doesn’t stand a chance this year. I would prefer to beat them when they are actually decent so the bragging could mean more, but a win is a win. My group headed to our beloved Harry’s for our own pre-game rituals.
That’s what I’m talking about!!!!!!!!!! Pha–nom–in–al! The energy at Mackey the second half was just a great as it was for the first half of the Duke game, but with a better ending! We did great. We looked like the team we were at the end of last year. Let’s just carry it though to March Madness now! (and to their home court in March)
I didn’t like Hummel starting, but I rationalized it as a mind game with MSU. If they saw him not start, maybe they’d see us as weak and get a jump on the game. Hummel did play a bit too much for my taste at the end of the game. We were up by 10-15 points and 4 minutes to go…. take him out! That is notoriously when something bad might happen.
One of my new favorites, Bobby “Buckets” Riddell, made his signature firing shot that pumps up the student section. Normally you have to dunk, make a big 3… something substantial. Not with this kid. Any shot he makes brings energy into the crowd like no other player on our team. But, my Subway-sub-of-the-game love goes to Calf Tat, Chris Reid. Hang in there Chris! I feel a field goal in your future!