Weekend in Review | September 11-13, 2015

Friday

A little dinner and VFC Fights with friends at Stir Cove.  Hello fall weather and sweatshirts!  It was chilly!

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Clint loves taking selfies with me.  Adores it, y’all!

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An easy, breezy Friday eve!

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Saturday

Full leathers, Harley time, Girlfriends, Memorial Poker Run and a whopping 352 miles round trip for this girl.  It was a legit day on the bike!

Stop 1: Emerson, IA

Our stop in Emerson was to support Sara at her first annual JunkFest.  Check her out at SW Iowa Primitives, Antiques and Furniture.  It was also Emerson Days and they just so happened to be lining up for the big parade while we were there.   We contemplated jumping in on it, but sadly we had to get rolling before the parade actually started.  But, that didn’t stop us from first getting distracted by big shiny firetrucks, apparently.  Good thing the Fire Chief in town is fellow biker sister, Liz.  🙂

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Stop 1.5: Villisca to pick up Tina and on to Stop 2: Clarinda to sign up for the Shane Scroggs Memorial Poker Run.   Shane is a Clarinda native who passed away far too soon.   His family started this Poker Run in his name 6 years ago and all donations go to Scholarship Funds for Clarinda graduates.

This is also where we met up with a few more sista’s before hitting the road!

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Stop 3: Hayloft, Grant, IA

 Can’t be on the bike without Tootsie Pops.  It’s a rule, folks.   A Jordan Rule.

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Stop 4: Huffy’s, Anita, IA

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Stop 5: Marne, IA

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Stop 5.5: Avoca for Fuel

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Stop 6: The Back Forty, Macedonia, IA

Where the staffing was short and two of our Biker B’s hopped in to help.

#onceabartenderalwaysabartender

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Nice work, Liz and Tyree!

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We hung out at this stop for quite a while.   Food was the common denominator.

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And becoming SnapChat friends was critical.

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This stop is where some of the gals bounced.  Some to Missouri Valley, one to CB and the other to Omaha.   The rest of us motored on to…

Stop 7: Stanton, IA and then on to Stop 8/9: Clarinda, IA

Final Poker Hand Drawing:

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This guy rode his bike the entire Poker Run Route: 180 Miles.

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There were three men total.  One guy make it 130 miles.   One made the whole run but bounced home instead of coming back to the bar.  Can you imagine?!  That is a lot of miles… but for such a great cause.   Good money was raised.

The last group event of the night was a loop through Clarinda led by Shane’s brother in the truck he and his dad were rebuilding 6 years ago.   Cars, bikes, loud pipes through the town of Clarinda.

A very touching tribute and tradition.

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Then it was back to the bowling alley to leather up for the chilly and dark 90 mile road back home.

But, not before a butt shot and Ski trying to steal Liz’s bike.

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Those silly girls…

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Back to Omaha and in my driveway by 10:30pm.   352 miles and 14 hours of awesome.  Night riding remains some of my favorite times to get out there.   Your senses come alive.

It’s exhilarating.

Sunday

A lazy day.   Lash appointment, grocery store and an entire afternoon sitting in my back yard reading, blogging, enjoying the fire my husband has started and love from this guy:

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Yet another perfect weekend.

Cheers!

Labor Day Weekend | 2015

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Three. Day. Weekend.   It’s like music to my ears.  Or was, anyway.   How does it always go by so fast?  Sigh…. and thus we begin our “Working for The Weekend” grind again.

Friday started with a Harley ride to work, as those opportunities are rare.  Being a girl, in a professional work environment, with 20 miles between home and work plus the need for gym attire, Harley attire, work attire… blah blah blah.  You get the picture.

Friday was a jeans day, with a fun Division meeting for the first two hours of my day (complete with t-shirt design competition), a few hours of work and an hour of Wellness Promotion (shameless plug for my fitness classes I start offering to staff on the 14th too)

😉

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FAW (Friday After Work) I was able to meet up with my girl Heidi for an impromptu early evening ride to Waterloo for some cocktails, live music and girl talk.   It was the perfect Friday night.

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Saturday

Clint was in C-town doing more Pirtlefest preps, so I decided to take on a few projects around the house.

Project A: Choose a new front door color.

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An early morning trip to Home Depot and I was well on my way.

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… with the Iowa game on and dogs monitoring my work, of course.

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Before | After

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I am in love!

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I’d love to change the hardware and light fixture above the door as well, but maybe another day.

In between coats of primer and paint I also spent a great deal of time trimming up all of the rose bushes and random crap growing in front of our house (Project B).

…And by trimming, I actually mean cutting down.

Oops.

Have I mentioned I hate clutter?  Guess that transfers outside too.   I hate rose bushes.

Project C: String patio lights over our unfinished back patio.

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Earlier this summer, Clint and company poured a sidewalk and half of our patio in the back.   It wasn’t intentionally done this way, but measurements were a little off… NBD.   Eventually it will extend to where the dog houses are and curve back around.  Our fire pit (which is sitting on top of the ground for now) will go in the middle.

I thought patio lights would look sweet over the top of this, so did a little mock-up, made a trip to Target for lights and started stringing.

So, how about a little math?

$48 of lights +  secure starting point +  connecting point for the four strands + a little too tight of a stretch on the last strand = a big glassy mess.

Just add it to my pile of trash for the weekend.

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Nightfall came quickly so the dogs and I had to call it a night.  Clearly they were exhausted after all that work.

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Sunday

An insanely humid morning equaled a less than enthusiastic start to my day.  5 miles sounded daunting in that heat, so I pulled out my witty tank to garner some laughs out on the trail.   I always wave/nod/acknowledge anyone I meet while out on the trail, so figured adding a laugh would help keep me going, if not them too.

Side Note: Please excuse me while I hop on my soap box for a sec.  I rarely wear this tank, along with a few other “wordy” tanks due to how low they sit on the chest.  I have to roll it into my sports bra a gagillion times to get it pulled up.   I think showing the girls while working out is just weird.  I know – this is probably all just me as I find boobs annoying (anyone feeling awkward yet) but I just find it a little odd to have cleavage showing when at the gym, running, teaching a group x class, etc.   Are we there to get a helluva workout in, or to get looked at?  Mmmmhmmm… that is all.    *Hopping off my personal opinion soapbox.

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After my long and disgustingly hot run, I hopped in an ice cold shower… hello happiness… and then Clint and I stupidly (influenced by my stupidity) went back out in the 100 degree heat for a ride to Lake Ohana.

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A few ice cold brews and we made our way back to Omaha.   Moonshine was producing, which is a very manual project, so you can’t leave it unattended for long without risk of ruining an entire batch.  Not cool.

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We ended the night with fire grilled grub and a few more beers.  Pretty great Sunday, if you ask me!

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MONDAY | Labor Day

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Clint was gracious enough to bring an entire grocery bag full of apples back with him from Clarinda, so I filled up my day with baking.

Three batches of Apple Pie Bars with Salted Caramel (all made from scratch) and a large batch of Apple Crisp smelled up my kitchen.   One batch went to our neighbor, Carol, who broke her leg a few weeks back.  Another batch went to our neighbor, Harold, who hands-down, might be the coolest cat you could meet.  He is an older gentleman, with a love of old cars, rolled white t-shirt sleeves and strategically combed and slicked back hair.  Harold and Clint have become quite the garage companions when talking old cars and tinkering on old trucks.

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Recipe coming soon!

Another hot-as-hell evening short run followed by dinner and blogging has me thinking bed time soon.   Back to the daily grind tomorrow!

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Hope you all had a wonderful three day weekend with family, friends and doing whatever the heck you wanted to do!

Cheers!

The Day Has Come!

It’s the day of the 10th Annual Biker B!tch ride.

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10 years is sometimes hard to believe.   I have loved every last second of these past years and can’t wait to add today’s journey to our book of memories.

I had a Facebook countdown throughout the week.

Let me recap:

Four Days

Four more days until the 10th Annual B!tch Ride. Ten years of planned rides with some of the coolest chicks you could ever know. Each year we’ve grown. Each year we’ve gotten a little sassier.

I am DARN lucky to have them a part of my two-wheeled life… and so much more!

Let the countdown begin…

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Three Days

The countdown continues… 2015 BB Run 

‪#‎girlpower‬ ‪#‎bikerchicks‬ ‪#‎werideourown‬ ‪#‎shenanigans‬ ‪#‎windsisters‬‪#‎livetoride‬ ‪#‎ridetolive‬

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Two Days

Friendships built over shenanigans; turning heads and causing a scene as we roll through every small town. It’s the only way.

Two days… 

‪#‎bikerchicks‬ ‪#‎werideourown‬ ‪#‎twowheeledbeauties‬ ‪#‎harleysandheels‬‪#‎weowntheroad‬ ‪#‎harleylife‬ ‪#‎livetoride‬

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One Day

10 years. To me, this BB ride is more than just a ride. It’s part of me, who I am and my history. Sara and I started this 10 years ago… Just the two of us. We had built our friendship on two wheels. She was my saving grace in a time I was re-finding my path. Forming the “title” to our adventures was just something fun and silly. We had NO idea the impact it would make.

Years of friendships built. Years of memories made. We’ve gained a few, lost a few but the one thing that remains constant is the sisterhood and camaraderie. It’s hard to explain the depth of my love for this little group that I lovingly and respectfully call the Biker B!tches.

Cheers to many more years of memories, new friends, old friends and stories that we will tell for years.

One day.

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Day Of

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And now it is time we leave our mark in all the little Southwest Iowa towns today.

To my girls:

A Biker’s Prayer
As I climb astride me ride
I ask you, God, be at my side
Keep me alert throughout the day
Guide me safely along the way
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Potholes, roos and twisty bits
Oil, gravel and dimwits
Lord, protect me from each one
Until my ride this day is done
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While the engine accelerates
Let us ride as friends, as mates
But when I stop in bush or town
Let me remember to put my foot down
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Remind me that my life is fleeting
That one day we will be meeting
Let Grace and Truth with me abide
Until I take my final ride
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By Dave Woodward
bikerpastor.net

CHEERS!

And… watch out Southwest Iowa.  You have NO idea what is coming for you.

10th Annual Ride, here we come!!!!  

Weekend in Review | June 12-14th

Oh, hey!  Happy Tuesday.   Still dreaming of last weekend over here!

Friday

Happy Hour at DJ’s Dugout in Aksarben Village with the J’s.  Jessica M, Jessica B, Joey D. and me, Jordan P!   It was JOYOUS!

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Saturday

Easton Poker Run!  Started off with Tyree, Jen, Regeana, Clint and I.   When we took off, Tyree took the lead, followed by Clint, me, Regeana and Jen.    Clint unknowingly bathed the three of us with oil shortly after our journey began, so he had to check out before our first stop.  No fear : minor fix and he met up with us later.  Just don’t ask Jen how her riding experience was with no windshield during that fiasco.  Oopsie!

Oh and for the record – I have yet to wash my bike.  It’s an engine oil deep conditioning experiment.   Work with me on it.

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Heron Bay

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Next stop – whatever bar that was.  The middle of nowhere.

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HAPPY!

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We ended the day in Waterloo, NE for a few drinks, dinner and to meet back up with Clint.   Tracy and Cole even made it out!  YAY!

And, since my husband is my husband, it wouldn’t be right not to have something ridiculous going on when in his presence.  As he was riding he saw something on the side of the road.  He thought it was one of those leather whip thingamajigs you see some bikers have hanging off their bike, so he turned around to pick it up.

Nope.  Not leather.   Hair.  A dreadlock.   SOMEONE’S freaking hair.

Oy.

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So, naturally, the girls tied it into his beard.

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Because why wouldn’t you?!

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Honestly, only him.  He sure does keep the humor in our day to day lives.   It’s always a trip with him around.

After Waterloo we headed back to Omaha for a nightcap at Office West where Asa was able to meet up with us too.

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A perfect ending to a perfect Saturday.

Sunday

A whole lotta movie watching, lounging, laundry, good food eating and not a whole lot else.

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Cheers to a good week.  Tomorrow means we are halfway through ALREADY!