We Are the Champions!

After 3 seasons together, we finally did it!  First time playing together, we lost in the Semis.  Second time, we lost in the Finals.  Third times a charm!!!!  It was a bit of a rough victory though.  The team we played in the Semis thought they were playing USVA ball.  It was very annoying.  I am a stickler for rules, but I do understand the difference between competitive ball and recreational sport.  This is a recreational league.  I try to do my best to call out our team mistakes and not be the guys that “get away with shit”.  Well, this team wasn’t having anything but perfection on every ball.  You are suppose to call your own fouls in this league, so I take real offense to an opponent stopping the play because they think what you did was illegal.

Long story short, there was trash talking by a few players on both teams and I wasn’t having any of it.  I’m not here for this bullshit.  I’m here to play, to win, but most to have fun.  This wasn’t fun.  I told a complete stranger, with a hand in his face, to “Shut the fuck up and play volleyball.”  I told this same thing to my teammate.  It was just ugly.  Words were flying and I heard “your mama would be proud of that mouth…” WHATEVER.  Grow up.  Luckily, we used the aggression and beat that team.  We took on a new team in the Finals and beat them in 2 games.  VICTORY!!  Abe, Jenny, Tim, Chris and Adam – Nice work Team!  Sounding like a 4th grade soccer Mom, I’m so proud of you! 

Then the best spoiler… We don’t win anything!?  We payed over $200 to play in this league and not even a $5 coupon to McDonald’s?  CCA will be getting an email from me.

I Know a RockStar

I met Jennifer Rene about 2 years ago through my friend Amanda.  They worked together for a few years.  Jenny was an everyday-office-worker.  Answered phones, made copies.  But she had a secret… she was a RockStar by night.  I had the pleasure of watching her spin at Vision in Chicago a year ago.  It was my first introduction to groupies.  We would walk by a group of people and they’d whisper “I think that’s Jennifer Rene?!”  I was like “WHAT? I’m with a celebrity“.  Here’s Jenny, Amanda, Me and her friend Jordan.


Here’s Jennifer Rene doing her thang!


Since then she’s played Amsterdam, Melbourne, China, Poland, Mexico… everywhere!  And she also sings!!  I have yet to see her sing, but I’ve seen a few performances from her trips.  Here’s her latest music video.

You can check her out on Facebook and iTunes too.  I know she’ll make it real big one day and take us all on the road with her!  Amanda can be your personal assistant and trainer.  I’ll be…. your chef and maid!
Lookin good Miss Jennifer Rene!!  I think we should have a video launch party at La Hacienda!

Sandy Gyners 1-0

We started outdoor volleyball last night.  I had our team spot held under Team Fuller.  That name wouldn’t do in this league.  With other names like “O Face”, “Schweaty Ballz Deep” and “Phockers”, we had to come up with something good. Leave it up to Tim.  So was born… Sandy Gyners.  Everytime I dove last night, I announced a “Sandy Gyner” alert.  I don’t think this one is going to get old.  Or maybe Tim and I are just that juvenile…

Anyway, we were victorious!  The other team wasn’t great, so it was a good first game for us to get used to playing in sand.  You are like a stick in the mud compared to indoor.  We only have one more round of games for indoor this week.  After that, we’ll focus on honing our outdoor skills and actually hitting the ball in the court! 

Baby, Will You Rub My Belly? I Ate Too Much Chicken.

Aren’t those the words every girl wants to hear?  My friend Tim made the mistake of telling Kyle that there is an all-you-can-eat wing buffet at a restaurant near where I live.  As luck would have it, it’s $5 pitcher night too.  We went last night and I had a nice wrap with broccoli on the side.  Here’s Kyle with his trophy.


Boys, take note…  Metabolism slows with age.  If you aren’t careful, you could end up like one of these guys.



The Weekend of Timmy

My buddy Tim’s birthday was this week.  Since his lady friend was planning a surprise party for him on Friday, I had to keep the secret and go along with the other plans he was making.   Our birthday celebration started Thursday night with drinks after volleyball since neither of us had to work on Good Friday.  Our fellow volleyball teammates and some other friends showed up too.  We all did a good job keeping Tim thinking he was going to Hairbangers ball on Friday.  Good thing none of us slipped up because Tim didn’t have a clue!  Here’s the birthday boy.


Tim invited us all to go to the Pacer game with them Saturday night.  We met at Coaches downtown for some pre-game pops then headed over to some awesome lower level seats.  Thanks for the tickets Tim! 


I think I’ve spent more time with Tim in these 3 days than I have in the whole 8 months I’ve known him!  Still luvya buddy but I really don’t need to see you until Thursday now 🙂  Happy Birthday Tim!  Welcome to the 31 Club!


A Peacock and a Turkey

I dusted off the Peacock and went bowling with Kyle and his friends this week.  The Peacock is my bowling ball.  Yes I have my own ball custom made for my hand.  One thing to know about me… If I am going to try any sport, I have to have my own gear… even if I’m not very good at it.  I usually get one good game and the rest suck.  Well, that held true for this outing and it happened to be my first game.  I was steadily getting spares in the begining and that was fine with me.  I never think I can strike anyway.  I wasn’t paying attention to anyone elses scores because the guys he bowls with usually strike thru most of their frames.  I got to the 10 frame and rolled a strike.  Sweet, I get 2 more balls.  Tossed one down the lane… strike again!  WTF?!  Could I really do this.  Ball #3 – STRIKE!!!!  TURKEY BABY! 


I had never had a turkey before!  This was my highest game I have ever bowled.  Before this it was in the 160 range against my dad in high school.  I beat him by 1 pin and it was a very proud day for me.  The icing on this cake was that I kicked Kyle’s ass!  We won’t talk about the scores of my other games.  I will say they were all over 100, but nothing close to this again.  I might have to retire now.


Vagina, Vagina, Vagina

Varsity Blues said it best.  “Penis Penis Penis, Vagina Vagina Vagina”  Except in this case, it’s 0 penis and 3 va-jj’s.  My brother and his wife are expecting their 3rd child this summer.  Yesterday they got to find out the sex of kid #3.  Here’s his blog post quote “GIRL. Apparently, having a penis doesn’t automatically qualify you to make a penis.”  I told him to name her Mark and see if “something” starts growing.

I’m in denial over another niece.  I’m going to buy Kim all sorts of blue baby gifts and penis shaped objects and see if I can’t increase this 10% window of a boy to 50%.

Cinderella and My Wicked Step-Boyfriend

I never want to scrub a floor like that again! For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been helping Kyle with his latest home remodel project. After his bathroom remodel a month ago, he wanted to update his 80’s Aztec kitchen. I was fully on board because I hated the wallpaper, the lighting, the curtains, the blinds… well just about everything. Plus it was quite dirty since 3 guys live there and needed a good scrub down. Kyle offered up his kitchen as my Divine Design opportunity with the caveat that he could veto something if he didn’t like it. Deal! Let’s get working!  Some before shots…




Week 1 – First order of business was peeling wallpaper. This paper did not want to come off! It had been on there since 1982. The first round of gel didn’t even make a dent. So, I reverted to steaming the top layer off with an iron then using gel on the remaining layer. Once Kyle finished installing new flat switches and outlets, he got on the steam train and it went much quicker with 2 of us. During this week, we were also able to put a new light above the table, take down the old blinds and prime the walls. Here is an action shot.


Week 2 – Kyle is a bit adverse to color. He likes white, beige, neutral. I say “blah blah blah” to those colors. When I redid my condo, I went way too light upstairs and learned my lesson to try some bold colors when I redid my downstairs. Kyle had picked out a light gray. I vetoed that. After some negotiations we ended up with Charcoal Seal Gray. If you ask Kyle, he’ll say it’s purple. I disagree… maybe there’s a tinge of a tiny hint of purple.  We put a coat of white on the trim and windows to freshen up the look and added white wood blinds.

I put together a decorating budget of $350 and took Kyle to all my favorite discount stores to get vases, baskets, rugs, art…. And my favorite, a new stainless steel trash can. His trash can was so bad I didn’t even want to put trash in it. My last order of business was to scrub the floor. With a bristle brush, my Barkeepers friend powder and a bucket of water, I spent 5 hours scrubbing 50 square feet of linoleum. At this point I had kicked Kyle out of the kitchen and slap-happy set in. This is when I became Cinderella and starting complaining about my Wicked Step Boyfriend and the work he made me do. Instead of getting a glass slipper at the end, I got a glass of Jack. Tomato… Tamato… Here’s the finished product.  




A few things are still left to be done, but the budget has been exhausted. New countertops and cabinet pulls will come soon. We are debating staining the cabinets from the 80s brown to a cherry finish. What’s your vote?