Just Flockin’ Around

Summer 2019 is when it began. The Flamingo FandomFlocking Fiasco.  Whatever you want to call it, I am here for it.

We were sitting around having a few beverages with Tyree and Cole when the random topic of flamingos came up, and just like that, an idea was hatched, a secret order of Flamingo’s was made and the wait began.

It wasn’t until three months later when an invitation to meet Cole and Tyree in Benson for a Husker watch party provided us a window of opportunity to flock their yard.   Wait… Husker watch party?

Y’all.  Clint never turns down an opportunity to heckle Husker fans.

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Once in Benson, we enjoyed plenty of food and drink, where Clint flawlessly sprinkled flamingo jargon into conversations without anyone suspecting a thing.  Our three month plan was coming to an end, and with one Husker loss and a lost bet later, we made our way home knowing T&C were in for a fun surprise.

And so, Fall 2019, the flocking tradition was born.

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Two months later, Tyree and I found ourselves wanting to spread some cheer to Tracy who had been recovering from surgery, and on 6:30am on December 1st, we made it happen.

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And then we waited.

Surely she’d post on social media? Or suspect us and send a text.

But we got nothing. 

By that evening we brought her sister into the secret.

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December 2nd:

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So, we send her some flamingo memes instead.  You know… make her think a little.  Keep her on her toes.   That’s what good friends do, right?

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The memes went back and forth for a while before she finally got it.

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Let me detour here for a moment and draw your attention back to the Benson scene and the lost bet.

First rule at the party?  Never bet Clint.  Stakes are high.  And in this case, the loser of the bet won a Hawkeye tattoo.  And four months later, it was time for that Husker fan to pay up.

It just so happens that Tyree was coordinating a surprise party for Cole-man as he had just graduated nursing school, so the tattoo and a fun night out with friends served as the perfect front.

Ty got the tat:

Cole got the surprise:

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Back to this flamingo business.

2020 brought a surprise marriage and new last name for Tracy, so mid-March at the start of the pandemic, we ambushed her again wearing very reliable COVID gear and shooters of whiskey.

A Surprise Wedding Shower, COVID style.

…And the bish had the audacity to ignore our FaceTime from her driveway.

In the end, we got her.  Half-showered and all.

#blushingbride

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Cheers!

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This ambush quickly turned into another flocking adventure, with Jamie as the target.

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6 hours later… Jamie turned the tables:

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Then COVID really hit the fan.  Clint and I passed the time with card parties with our quarantined buddies and the occasional icing of unsuspecting friends.

Spreading Cheer when the Pirtles are near.

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August came around, as did Tyree and I’s 40th.  I guess we’ve made our mark with the flamingo nonsense.

Rolling with it.

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Back to flocking yards again.  It takes time and patience.  Arrangements had been made for an October girls trip to Weston, MO, and so a full year after the first flocking, our pink friends found their new nesting place at Jessica’s.

Slight derail when we found Luke home working on the house, but we forged ahead anyway.  And when the two folks who were helping with the home projects asked what the flamingos meant, we told them Luke was a swinger, hopped in the truck, and moved along for Luke to navigate that one.

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Weston was windy and filled with a ridiculous number of people, but we found ourselves good food and drinks and of course, enjoyed the good company.

We didn’t exactly think this flocking through as Jess rode home with us on Sunday morning.  As we were rolling into her driveway she noticed the flamingo’s, but ever so smoothly I blurted out:

“TRACY!  That sneaky bish!”

Since Tracy was unable to join us that weekend, she became the perfect person to blame. Next Jess would text Tracy and it would become a thing

… oh this was going to be good!

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And the tale of the traveling Flamingo Flock continues…

Cheers!

Life Lately | April 2019

Hey there, kids.  Nice to see you!  We are just going to jump right into this public diary of events in Jordan’s lifey-life.   You know… for the future when I don’t remember much and need a giant assist.

So, what’s been going on?  Everything!  Life is fantastic!

January trip to the Duck Races in Avoca, NE with these Quacks.

 

We had Beer Olympics… I mean WINTER Olympics… in February at EBBC.  Competition in costume and on the floor.  My team killed it in beer pong, naturally.  I love this gym.

Skiing / Snowmobiling in Colorado in March.

 

Cat snugs on the daily.

 

Did I mention Edge Body Boot Camp?   We 5am’ers are crazy… about killing ourselves.  Seriously.  Love.  This.  Place.   And the great friends made!  We’ve got the MURPH coming up next month! I live and breathe for the challenge.

Rowing below… girl next to me is Simone.  She’s a lean mean fighting machine.  And the jolliest of the 5am’ers there ever was. 😉

 

Re-did the spare bedroom, formerly Kyle’s.  It went from a Ford Blue storage unit to a grey/white clutter-free zone that Harley has claimed as her own.  Friggin’ Princess.

Cats world… we just live in it.

 

Experienced Mr. Justin Timberlake himself in March!  Claire, Briton and I had an absolute blast.  JT … dang, man.  That was a show.

 

Clint and crew are killing it at the Walkup’s.  Both WT and WWP are coming into their busy season, so I visit the shop when I can in order to see that husband o’ mine.

 

I recently got the chance to sneak a few shots of Bodi, my biker B, Liz’s, newest addition.  Future biker right here, folks.  What a little heart-breaker.  All the heart eyes on this lil dude.

 

Work.  Well, it’s fast-paced and each day something new. I love it.  It’s certainly challenging me in new ways that I didn’t expect, but am embracing and facing it on the daily.  Growth mindset.  It’s beautiful.  It helps that I have an absolutely INCREDIBLE staff.  My office mates/colleagues are equally as incredible at what they do and keep me afloat on the reg.

 

Still part of the Nebraska Wind Symphony.  We had our Spring concert a few weeks back and now I am on hiatus until the Fall season rolls around.  I enjoy playing still, but will admit the Monday evening rehearsals can be a bit much sometimes with the early 4:20am alarm clock.  Girl needs some zzz’s!

Also back to teaching fitness classes again and my heart is so happy.

 

Motorcycle season is FINALLY here and your girl is feeling all sortsa warm fuzzies.  Coming off Easter weekend and two days on the bike.  Saturday Clint and I rode down to Coin for Easter dinner at the Swanson residence, which provided us the opportunity to chase the sunset on our way home.  Sunset rides are LIFE.

 

Easter Sunday I took off on my own to Clarinda for what was hands-down the windiest ride I’ve had in a while.  Good solid leaning for all 50ish miles of Highway 34 on my way down.  Unfortunately just North of Goecker-ville I had a little malfunction.  It was little due to my low speed coming off a stop sign.  I am telling you… I have RAD angels who ride with me.  It could have been ugly, but it wasn’t, and so a quick call to my dad, Craig, and Jeanne and we had her loaded on their mower trailer and in dad’s garage in under an hour of being sidelined.

 

Saddlebags off, motorcycle up, dad’s magic hands and all necessary parts, and he had me back on the road only two hours late to mom’s Easter lunch.  🙂  Sorry Gr’pa for missing yours completely.  I had all good intentions.

 

Left Clarinda around 3:30 for what was an even WINDIER ride home.  To the folks in the white Grand Cherokee who initially set out to pass me on 34 but then decided to tail back a bit… I am just going to say thanks.  I am going to assume you held back after watching the wind own me like a little b!tch and you were just watching out for my well-being.

‘Preciate ya.

 

And, for the most part, I’d call that a nice brief wrap-up of a handful of events these last few months.

 

Happy Spring to ya.  Be Present in all you do!

 

Cheers!

13th Annual Biker B!tch Run | July 2018

January felt like it lasted 328 days, February maybe 10, and now March is showing signs that hell has literally frozen over.

Winter: Get Over Yo’self!

Summer 2018 was a scorcher so I believe now is a perfect opportunity to reminisce on those so humid I need to take a shower to dry off kinda days.

Enter in the 13th Annual Biker B!tch Run with these Babes.

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The run began in Council Bluffs, IA at the Hard Luck Saloon with the divvying of shirts and morning Bloody’s before heading off to the Aeroplane Inn.

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Kickstands up and off to Sportsman Bar in Pisgah, IA.

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Stop 1 & 2 are always the calm before the storm.   Stop 3 you can bet on it…

Shit gets weird.

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Some photos just can’t make it to cybersphere.  Sorry.  That saying “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”  We all know that’s not entirely true, but you can bet your bottom dollar that you don’t want to see what kind of situation that selfie stick found itself all up in.

Alllll up in.

She’s cute.  She ain’t innocent.

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I am not quite certain, but I believe a bet was involved here, along with the age requirement question.  Small towns, man.

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Children must also remain in their designated locations at all times.

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Photos, Photos, and More Photos.   The gang was snap happy.

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Let’s Roll! Up next: fuel for bikes and humans.  Pop N Docs, delivered.

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Heidi’s man happened to be out boating and made his way to the bar in time to buy us all a round of cocktails.  I can assure you, no one was upset about that.

Thanks, Shannon!

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Moving on: Tekamah, NE to Ronnie’s Bar, who we blew off a few years back due to tire issues and timing… so we thought we’d stop in and repay them… with nonsense, of course.

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And finally to a bar in the literal middle of NOWHERE, somewhere West of Blair, NE.  I don’t have a clue it’s name, but what I do know is:

  1. You have to cross a myriad of railroad tracks to get into town.
  2. The bar serves Chicken for every meal, every day.
  3. If you ask bar patrons nicely, they let you take their van for a spin.

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Shag carpet, a cooler of beer inside AND Free Candy, too!

We took the bait.

#sorrymom

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With bellies sore from laughter, many cleared out and headed on home at this point, while a few others made our way to Waterloo, NE to the Dog House.  A tried and true, never fail ya, bar.

This bar brings out the feels… I guess?

#deepthoughtsbylizandjordy

#trueluv

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And how about this CUTE little kitty…

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who was having NONE of it.

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Now you know, this wasn’t the end.  Never is.   One more nightcap at another bar I fail to remember the name of.  It was also in the middle of kinda-nowhere, north of Omaha, off I-680.  Descriptive enough?

You’re welcome.

Poor Tyree.  All she wanted was a last man standing photo.

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Nailed it.

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Cheers to Year #13 with some of the BEST ladies I have ever come to know.  Two-Wheels create such unique and fulfilling friendships.

As for #14?  We will see.  #13 seemed like a good time to close it out.  Call it good.  End a GREAT run.  It became my baby and it meant a lot to a lot of people.  There are a lot of reasons for closing a great chapter, and many of those will remain inside that lil heart of mine.  But, not all sequels are bad either.

We shall see.  Until then…

 

 

Cheers!

Sugar and Sass, Champagne and Class… That’s What 40 Is Made Of

VALERIE

Age: 480 Months

Height: 61 3/4″

Weight: Fabulous

 

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Every girl, everywhere, listen up.

Take a page from the book of Valerie and celebrate age with enthusiasm, youthfulness and excitement.

Like fine wine, we get BETTER with age.

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By 40 we’ve been through a lot, learned a lot, mourned losses, and celebrated wins.  We’ve redefined boundaries, established meaningful relationships, and evolved into our best selves.

 

And we are wise enough to know that we will continue to evolve and redefine who we are, what we stand for, and what we believe in.

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We take life seriously…

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But we know how to let loose, make fun of ourselves, be eccentric, and LIVE our life for us.  And only us.

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We get ONE life, and darling… 40 is another chapter in our book.  A chapter WE get to write ourselves.

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Valerie, my friend.   I am not sure in what chapter we became acquainted, but I am ever so thankful we did.  Your spontaneity, humor, EXTRA AF attitude is everything.

EVERYTHING

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May you never lose your light, your sparkle or your youthfulness.

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Forty

(well, near 40 since you started celebrating exactly 35 days early)

looks SO good on you.

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Cheers to your teens, twenties and thirties.

Forties? 

Watch it… She’s coming for ya.

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CHEERS!