
Happy Anniversary to the guy who makes my heart the happiest,
the one who gets me to smile the largest,
and the one who allows me to love the deepest.

Cheers to many more years of love and laughter.

Links to Our Wedding Recaps:

Happy Anniversary to the guy who makes my heart the happiest,
the one who gets me to smile the largest,
and the one who allows me to love the deepest.

Cheers to many more years of love and laughter.

Links to Our Wedding Recaps:
July 19th, 2014 marked the 9th Annual Biker B!tch Ride.

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It was a day full of adventure, uncontrollable laughter, new friends, old friends, cocktails and plenty of open road.
Curious on the history of the Biker Bitches? Find it here.
Our Day Started at Quaker Steak & Lube in Council Bluffs, IA where we convened for Bloody Mary’s, burgers, shirt exchanges and first-time greetings for a few of the gals. We all were so excited for the day that lay ahead of us.

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We hung out, chatted, soaked up the early sun and soon loaded up the bikes for our first leg of the trip.

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Destination:
Plattsmouth, Nebraska

DC’s Waterhole provided us with good service…

An Outdoor Patio where we met a newly turned 21 year old…

Plenty of time for girl talk, cocktails, laughter and selfies…

Elizabeth and Lora
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Me, Kristen and Suze
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Cheezin with Ashley and Kayla
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Jen & Marcy
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It’s a tradition to leave our mark at a bar each year. Signature Wall it was!

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A little over an hour at DC’s Waterhole and it was time to move on to Stop #2

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Destination:
Newhawka, Nebraska

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The Steel Horse is tucked away in a typical small rural town. A bar, post office and a few houses make up Newhawka.
Oh, and the flag pole placed in the middle of the only paved road that leads in and out of the community.

Newhawka had NO idea what to do with us.
We had a few drinks and the girls were adorable enough to toast yours truly for arranging the day.
Thanks, chicks.

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Tyree, Kristen and I

Lora & DeAnn
Pretty sure we made some ruckus on our way out of this town. 😉 It’s to be expected as the day moves on.
Just making our presence known is all.
Ahem….

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Destination:
Louisville, Nebraska

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The owner was in rare form that day, so getting drinks took time and patience. It’s ok, though.
We know how to entertain ourselves.

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I love Heron Bay for the outdoor seating along the river. It’s relaxing and peaceful.
…until we take over.
The peace went out the window with this rowdy crew.

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Busted: Liz is double fisting it.

And DeAnn!
Yet another reason why I love these crazy chicks.
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After about an hour at Heron Bay, and knowing we had two more stops ahead of us, we loaded up and headed out.
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Destination:
Waterloo, NE

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We lost a few gals due to other commitments, so even while our group got a little smaller… I can promise we got a little rowdier.


Iowa gals!


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Destination:
Street Dance
Bennington, NE

Technically, Bennington was our last stop for the B Ride.

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Heidi has the best laughs.

Oh, good. We can still take normal pics at the end of the day.

Most of the crew split ways at this point. We had a group from Iowa that wanted to get back before the sun went down. The rest of us moved along to listen to a band.
Destination:
Omaha, NE

We Sing

We Chair Dance

We Love
After Dr. Jack’s a few more of us went to Anchor Inn and closed out the night dancing, singing and laughing before calling it a rap at 2:30am.
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Another B Run in the books.
Another spectacular day with crazy ladies who I love dearly.
And can I say, holy photos? We took 229 that day. Clearly, ain’t nobody have time to look at all those. I spared you. And I spared some of the girls. Let’s just say, some of those photos are best kept private. 🙂
I say I am pretty darn lucky to know some kick-ass chicks.
….Look out. It’s gonna be crazy.

Continuing the August 29th weekend recap. If you are just tuning in, the first part can be found here.
Saturday morning, Clint and I found ourselves headed to a Nebraska Football Game.
The Huskers
We are Hawk fans in this house. Well, Clint’s a Hawk fan. I am more of a Hawk supporter. I don’t follow the athletic teams religiously and won’t pretend to be a die hard fan. I am not. But, I support the black and yellow. I have to! Iowa is my home. My heart.
So, what on EARTH are we doing at a Husker game?

One of Clint’s clients who has season tickets with club seating made different seating plans for this particular game, so he offered them up to us. Score!
I’ll admit, I was feeling a little squeamish from the previous nights activities, so we were a couple hours behind our original tailgating schedule.
Eh. Whatevs. We rolled with it.

We met up with our two friends Jade and Van who were able to get us tailgating wristbands. We had a straight shot of the stadium from where we were, and fortunately for us, that giant miller light bottle helped us find our way through the sea of red.

Let me tell ya… the energy was unreal. The support for the Huskers was very evident.
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As we made our way into the stadium, we were led to a never ending escalator that wound up at least 5 floors. I wish I had taken a photo of this thing! Our seats were actually just outside an air conditioned building complete with multiple concession stands, couches and lounging chairs. What is this?!
An experience, that’s for sure!

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I loved watching the pre-game show put on by the Husker Band. Such massive numbers and powerful sounds. They were superb! The Cheerleaders and Dancers were fantastic as well!
Question though – are there not male cheerleaders in Husker land? I was looking for some sweet collegiate stunting. None. Lame.

Student section anyone?!

I also thought it was pretty cool that the band had each of the opponent team flags on display as well.

Balloon release after the first touchdown
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Waiting for the halftime show to begin!
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Clint and I took off for the Champion’s Club during the 3rd quarter to meet up with the client who so graciously gave us his tickets.

This place was PACKED for obvious reasons we call beer.
Unfortunately, we were unable to track down Clint’s client, so we bid farewell to the Husker world (not before we said hello to my old High School classmate who patrols the Husker games) and headed to a nearby bar to finish out the night over some beers with Jade and Van.
All in all – the game was a GREAT experience and I am so glad we went. It was entertaining, the beer was cold, people were in good spirits and the weather was perfect for a game of football.
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Sunday
Rain. Man, it’s been raining like MAD in Nebraska lately. Two of my morning jogs last week got axed thanks to the AM downpours. It came as no surprise that Sunday’s forecast was intermittent rain with some pretty serious storms later in the evening.
Plans? Soldier Motorcycle Rally.
Derailed plans? Oh, no.
Just a little bit of a late start is all… and an attempt at a family selfie while we waited for Round 1 of the storms to roll through.

Champ didn’t quite get it, so Clint just resorted to squeezing his face.
Once the rain went through the city, we hopped on the bikes and started our trek North. First stop: Missouri Valley where we ran into a few people we knew from the Red Oak, IA area, who were also out riding. It was nice to catch up with them a bit.
After a few beverages we headed back out with the destination of Soldier, IA. Each Labor Day, Soldier does a big weekend celebration complete with bands, vendors, lots of beer and good BBQ. We rolled into Soldier around 4, had a bite to eat, browsed the vendor tents and then took off east to Dunlap, IA to meet up with a few peeps we knew on the poker run.
Did you know that breathalyzers existed in bars?
Yep. We found one.

Liz tried it out. I am not so certain it holds much credibility, so you might be best to have a DD. I don’t think the cops would go for the excuse
“But occifer.. the bar breathing thingy told me I was ssssooobber.”
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Soon after arriving in Dunlap we decided to take off to Moorhead, IA. And THAT is when the big storms decided to roll in.
In a BIG way.
Torrential down pour, cold wind and then HAIL. If you ride, you know that rain alone hurts like a motha. Add in hail? FORGET about it. We pulled over in a random farmhouse driveway and waited out the heavy rain.
Fun Fact: Several of us have bruises from the hail. Mine are minimal. I have one on my leg and a tiny one on my wrist. Liz’s husband on the other hand got a sweet shiner from it!
Once the rain passed we made our way to Moorhead. Unfortunately, we came up on a motorcycle accident, however the gal is going to be just fine. A gash on the head and some worked up nerves. We had a nurse and a first responder in our crew, so they tended to her until the ambulance arrived.
Wet roads and back brakes don’t go together. Keep that in mind, folks.
After the emergency crew arrived we made our way downtown to the local bar when another round of rain came in.

Sad face. MORE RAIN? We are already drowned rats!
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This rain chose to stay. For HOURS.

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I can think of worse places to be stuck at, so we made the most of it, had a lot of laughs and enjoyed each others company.
Shivering and all.
For the next 3.5 hours.

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Finally, 10:30 rolled around and we were able to move on. The crew went to Soldier where they were camping (in a camper thankfully. I hear most tents were indoor swimming pools at that point) while Clint and I headed for Omaha.
The ride home was a whole other adventure. Let’s just say Clint and I made a few wrong turns and detours getting home.

Like… road closed, bridge out, detour through a park, another detour on gravel roads (I won’t tell you who had THAT brainiac idea… ahem… husband), gravel roads that landed us back where we started, and then back to a main highway and then finally to the interstate.
It took us a little bit, needless to say. But, safe and sound we arrived home shortly after 12:30am.
And THAT wraps up the weekend activities and moves us right in to a four day work week! By the time you read this I will be out on business in central Iowa for three days. Traveling season has officially begun.

Friday I rode my baby to work. Morning rush hour is always a little hectic, so I tend to ride a little more aggressively than normal. Getting across 4 lanes of traffic requires it if you want out of that caged madness.
It comes as no surprise anymore when I get cut off by a cage where the driver isn’t paying attention or they mis-judged the distance between my two wheels and their four wheels. Usually this action on their part creates a judgmental, very aggressive reaction on my part. I am not afraid to admit that I get angry, pull up beside their window (when the opportunity allows) and yell not very nice things or wave my arm aggressively at them. I can’t help it.
I’m a goner if I get hit. They’ll most likely walk away.
I get pissed.
Friday morning, it happened to me crossing the Missouri River into Iowa.
I saw it happening before he actually moved into my lane. I saw the slight shift in his direction and instinct told me to back off a bit. He quickly realized what he had done when he actually looked into his mirror and saw my headlights. He hesitated halfway between lanes before finally committing to continue moving into my lane.
In that instant I talked myself out of pulling up beside him and unleashing.
It happens. People don’t look thoroughly before changing lanes. People get distracted and move before signaling.
We ALL do it.
Instead of my normal reaction, I made the decision to pull up beside him and look into his window to see if he’d acknowledge me.
And I am so glad I did.
Right away I could see him waving in the window and mouthing he was so sorry, his wife watching from the passenger side.
I wasn’t in danger, I saw it happening, I was able to adjust my speed and react. And even if I didn’t have time to back off, I would have had plenty of room to move over on the shoulder and get past him.
I was ok. He was ok.
I took that moment to look directly at him, move my fingers to my eyes and back to his, he nodded and mouthed sorry again. I gave a half smile … I mean I don’t want to be overly friendly and ruin my bad ass vibe, you know. 😉 … waved and moved along.
I could have freaked out on him. But, what good would it have done? He’d have either felt worse or just made a judgement call that I was a crazy chick with an attitude problem.
Sometimes our reactions are necessary and justified, and this definitely doesn’t mean I am going to react as calmly the next time. However, there are situations, like Friday, where a little bit of reflection before acting can prove to be beneficial.
So, Cheers to you, fella for acknowledging you made a mistake. I hope that our little moment helps you remember to always double check before switching lanes.

‘Till next time.