Memorial Weekend, the MURPH Challenge and some Yummies!

Grimmy’s Tuesday feels:


The good ol’ Midwest went from freezing to blazing in 5 seconds flat!  And that meant Memorial weekend had a lot of this…


And this…


Friday of Memorial Day I got to spend time with my girl, Claire.  And by time spent, I mean packing up her SHIT so she could move.  I have seen Claire through I don’t even know how many moves, and I swear that girl has enough clothes to last a year without laundering, and hangers to fill even the Kardashian’s closets.  Girl…. You’re lucky I love your butt.   We worked our tails off from mid-Friday afternoon until well after 9pm before we decided a Jeep ride, dinner and beers were in desperate need.

Saturday was 1.5 million degrees.  What the heck even was that?  I don’t know.  I don’t care either.  I spent it shopping, cleaning, donating, cooking and baking.  It’s called staycation vibes and I was loving it.

Key Lime Pie Recipe Link

Cosmic Brownies Recipe Link |   Guys.  This recipe.  The chocolate ganache frosting.  This was the treat of the week at Walkup Wood Products.  Sinful.  Gooey.  Magic.


Sunday, Clint and I cruised out to Catfish Lake Restaurant for some beers and grub.  What an adorable little craphole with amazing food.  Clint ordered escargot as an appetizer.  After digging through the cheese and gallon of butter I was able to find that cute little bite and enjoy it.  Clint, on the other hand, ate it, as served, in its full glory.   Cheese and garlic butter have its place… apparently, this restaurant believes it is in your arteries.


Bellies full, we motored on…


… And found ourselves at Heron Bay to close out the night with some friends and their buddies.   I will take beers on the river any day.

Let’s talk the Memorial Day MURPH.


You can read about the origination, purpose, and goal of the MURPH here.

The MURPH workout in its true form (in sequence):

1 Mile Run

100 Pull-ups

200 Push-Ups

300 Squats

1 Mile Run

While wearing a 20lb vest or body armor

Variations of the MURPH include removal of the vest, splitting the movements into sets, dropping to knees on push-ups, splitting the workout into partners etc.

I wanted to challenge myself to the max, so chose to do it on my own, with a few variations.

  1. I did not wear a vest (I think there were only 3 who did out of the 75+ who completed it at my gym)
  2. I ran the first mile at an even pace, preparing myself mentally for what was to come.
  3. Split the middle into 10 pull-ups, 20 push-ups, 30 squats | 10 times through.
  4. Used a band for assisted pull-ups to help remove some weight, but still maintained a strict hand grip and only progressed to heavier bands as the reps increased
  5. I only did 30 of my 200 push-ups on my knees.  I have a thing about completing full range motion push-ups.  I get pissy when I drop.  Real pissy.
  6. Finished with the mile.

That last mile.  Woah.  Legs were jello for a minute before I got my pace settled back in.

Guys, it was effing awesome.   I cannot wait to do it again, and I will for sure be watching my time this go-round.  I am a little competitive in non-competitive events.

Organized sports for me = gross. 

Gym organized events that equal camaraderie and support and all-in-it-together mentality?  YES! 

My competitiveness is within just me and that is what I am loving about this new gym I call home.  It’s made me so happy.  That’s another post, for another day, but know… it’s one of those things that makes you want to talk all day every day about, but don’t, because you don’t want to be that annoying guy, so you go on loving it and kicking its ass every day with other people who love it and kick its ass everyday too.

Yep.  That kind.

Here’s looking at you, Edge


The rest of Memorial Day Monday was spent soaking up the sun, AC and ice cold beverages at the Sejhaur’s with a little side of washers.



Cheers to you, Summer 2018 and your happiness… and random 2pm middle of week texts from one of your bestest to meet up at “your” bar.

Summer (and this guy) are looking mighty fine.



The Rally Storm

Picking up from yesterday… The Rally Storm.

It never fails.  No matter where we go on vacation, if we are on the bikes, a storm finds us.

On Friday morning of our trip, we decided to rack up a few miles and explore some back roads.  Normally, when HOH decides to go for a cruise, we all go along, but this time my husband chose to stay back at the campground.  He had a rough week leading up to our vacation due to his brother being admitted to the hospital.  His nerves were fried and his body was tired which led to his decision to stick around camp to catch up on some much needed zzz’s.

So, I kissed him goodbye and our group of 14 took off south down highway 83 to Kenosha, WI to visit Uke’s Harley Davidson.



It was H.O.T that day and Highway 83 was a line-up of one small town after another.  Not exactly what you want on a 90+ degree day.  When we finally made it to Uke’s Harley Davidson, we hydrated, shopped and stepped outside just in time for Bubba Blackwell! SCORE!  Totally not planned.


Photo courtesy of Mona Armstrong

He was CRAZY!  Riding wheelies using a full dresser, jumping semis, crazy burnouts!  This guy was entertaining!  His last stunt was to jump over a group of willing ladies.  One of my best friends, Tyree, didn’t hesitate one second.  Love that girl.  She is always up for going out there, getting crazy and having a blast.  Another gal from our group joined in on the fun as well.

That is Tyree sitting up.  Bubba Blackwell jumped a motorcycle over all of these girls.  Are they nuts or what?


After Bubba’s show, we got back on the bikes and started our journey back to camp.  We hit a different road going back and were able to see some beautiful countryside.  Came up on a train crossing mid-way, so of course a perfect photo opportunity!


Lucky for us, one of our guys had his radio tuned into a local station, otherwise we would have missed the nasty storm memo.  We found a small town with a yummy BBQ joint, parked our bikes in the parking garage, and snuggled in while we waited out the storm.  The name of the community and BBQ place escapes me, so if you readers recognize the place, let me know so I can give props.  The owner was more then welcoming to us and even started happy hour specials early since we were going to be camped out there for several hours.  She rocked.

Watching the Storm Roll In...


What else is there to do but take a selfie?


Rain + Hail = Boots off cuz we aren’t leaving for a while


I called my hubby at one point and could barely hear him over the rain and wind.  At that moment he was in our tent, under the air mattress, holding it all in place.   Oh boy.  Once the storm passed, we loaded up and finished the last leg of our ride.

What we came home to was 4 tents with indoor swimming pools and 1 we had to condemn.

The tent that didn’t make it


While we were making our way back, my husband retrieved and hung up everyone’s wet gear on the fence line.

Seriously… I found a good one. 


Is Kayla not the cutest homeless person you have ever seen?


One trip to the store and laundry-mat later, our essentials were dry, the night had fallen, and it was once again time for drinks and shenanigans.

Nothing stops us.



Boys will be Boys338edited



Your turn!

Have you ever been hit by a storm while tent camping?  Did your tent survive?