Dinner with the Frisbies

We had a really fun dinner on Saturday night with our friends Ryan and Jenny Frisbie... and of course their newest addition, Walker! The last time I saw Walker was on September 21, 2008... he was just 12 days old - and already smiling for the camera!

And now here he is, 9 months old!

Here he is with proud Dad, Ryan!

Jeremy sure had a fun time trying to get Walker to smile... these two kids with dimples have to stick together!

And Walker had a nice dinner of turkey and vegetables right before we headed into our own dinner at the Gristmill, in Gruene! I think Jeremy was amazed by, (a) how fast Walker could eat and, (b) that you could get turkey and vegetables into the same baby food can! I'll let you know if I spot Jeremy on the baby food aisle anytime soon!

Back from 'Boji

Jeremy and I just got back from Lake Okoboji, in Iowa. It was a great holiday weekend with his parents and fun to just relax.

Our first task was to pick up the jet skis from storage at the marina. Yes, that is me sporting a very sassy wet suit for the occasion. The water was around 53 degrees, so not exactly summer weather yet, but we still had fun!

Then John, (Jeremy's Dad), gave us the best boat ride around the lake. It definitely put me right to sleep... soooooo relaxing!


On Sunday night Jeremy was the chef, and made a lovely three course meal: bacon wrapped shrimp with a creamy chipotle sauce, hickory smoked steak tacos with avocado and cilantro (see the meat tenderizing process below), and a dessert of mini chocolate lava cakes! It was tasty!

Time for dinner!

On Memorial Day we had Jeremy's grandparents and Uncle Dave over for lunch....you might notice that the activities are somewhat centered around meals...but they were all pretty tasty!

Grandma Mary and Grandpa Bob Siefer. When we got in line to make our plates for lunch, Grandpa Bob said, "No, you go ahead Rory!" And I said back to him, "No, No, Grandpa Bob, age before beauty!" And then I thought, wait, isn't that what he is supposed to say to me...yea, that really wouldn't be a nice thing to say....I think I just complimented myself. I'm going to have to work on that one for next time! =)

Grandpa Higman, just chillin'.

All in all, great weekend - went way to fast! At least we have a short week this week!

Muddy Buddy

This morning Jeremy and I woke up about 5:00am and headed into the heart of the Texas Hill Country (near Dripping Springs) to meet up with my best friend Molly, for the Muddy Buddy competition!

Molly and I have been training for this partner event for about six weeks...and we were ready to show our stuff. The Muddy Buddy Event is the best race ever because it combines running, mountain biking, obstacles like climbing walls and 25 foot inflatable slides, and of course, a massive mud pit at the very end.

Our course was about 7 miles and it was broken into 5 different legs. Molly and I have one mountain bike between the two of us, and we alternate between who gets the bike and who is running.

Here is our beautiful before photo!

These were our supportive husbands...ready to cheer us on.
True love and devotion to get up at 5:00am on a weekend to see us through this special event!

Molly getting last minute advice from her husband Kevin....
"Don't fall off the bike!"

Jeremy, telling me just how cool I look in my helmet...
somehow I'm not buying it!

We were in the 9th of 10 waves headed out on the course, so we actually started right at 9:00am. It was an AWESOME morning....mid 60's with cloud cover. This never happens in Texas in May!

I started off the race on the bike, and Molly started off running...on a side note, I have gone mountain biking a total of one time before on a real course...and that was at summer camp circa 1995...so I wasn't so sure how I was going to fare on the bike!

Here I am taking off from the start...
nervous laughter has already begun!

And there goes Molly! Our goal was to beat the cowgirl buddy group...you can see her in the far left corner of this picture.

If you wanted to you could wear costumes...the umm, most memorable, were the chip n' dale dancer guys in the first wave... not sure I'd want to be running behind them!

I took off at the start like a crazy woman! It was great. I was passing people left and right and taking hills kamikaze style! I think it was the adrenalin, but man, that biking was so much fun. I don't think I actually stayed seated for that whole first mile and a half... I was standing up, going over rocks and down gullies...it was great!

After a little over a mile you hit your first obstacle/transition area...the first obstacle was a 15 foot vertical climbing wall with a cargo net on the back side. I dropped the bike for Molly and set off on my run (the next mile and a half). After finishing the second obstacle it was on to the 25-foot vertical cargo net climb with a great inflatable slide to go down, once you get to the top! (see below). I spotted Molly coming up right behind me on the bike, just as I finished the slide...perfect timing...and I was off on the bike again!
We flip flopped like this for the rest of the race and I really had a fun time...just trying to watch my footing on the runs, keeping my momentum on the bike for the big hills, and seeing all the crazy costumes along the way.

Finally, at the end, Molly and I met up one more time and we ran straight for the mud pit!

Oh yea, mud is getting everywhere!

And we finished the race just before the 60-minute mark! Not bad!

And the after picture...the taste of sweet victory...or that might be mud Molly! =)

For some reason Jeremy and Kevin didn't want to give us a celebratory hug after this?!?

All in all it was an awesome experience. I was even ready to go immediately back out on the course for one more try! And we're already thinking about getting in one more Muddy Buddy event in Dallas this October...so stay tuned!

Our official time was: 59:41. We came in 36th in our age group out of 74 teams...so better than half the group! Not bad...and also came in as team #571 out of 800 teams overall!

POLL: So what do you think about this picture....we're looking really tough, right?! =)

Dollar Night

Yes, it is that time again! Dollar night for the San Antonio Missions Minor League Team. We always score front row tickets, just behind the first base dugout...since those seats have a built in dinner table too. This is very important to have on dollar night...with those stacks of hot dogs! Plus, we're high rollers like that - and can afford the $9 tickets!

We brought out the fancy camera and here were two of our better shots of the evening! Right off the bat...lookin' good!

And this one was a pretty good pitch too! We're right in the line of fire (for any line drives) with these seats, so it gives us a good reason to pay attention!

Ahhh, and my lovely husband. He won't go anywhere without that Nebraska visor!

We just got home and here were the highlights of the evening:
1) When not only the pitcher, but also the head coach for the visiting team were ejected from the game! You haven't heard a crowd get this excited in ages... even the little girl next to us was practically standing on her seat!
2) One foul ball came extremely close to taking us out, but no worries, Jeremy was ready to use me as a shield.
3) I started stretching during the 7th inning stretch and Jeremy tried to explain to me that it is just a metaphor, and that I was truly the only person stretching in the whole stadium! But I don't believe it. So you tell me in the poll below.... do any of you physically stretch during the 7th inning stretch? Thanks!

Polo or Pollo?

Okay, all of my non-spanish speaking friends out there... I need your help on this one!! Even my Italian speaking friends...you can help me too!

So a couple of weeks ago Jeremy and I went out to a nice Mexican Restaurant for dinner, Paloma Blanca. I'm trying hard to not order the very wost possible caloric option on the menu (in terms of soaked in cream sauces). So I spot a nice grilled chicken dish....bingo! That's what I will get...okay, so it had a little cream sauce on it... I'll push that to the side! Hopefully my trainers aren't reading this! =)

Here's what I spotted on the menu:
So the waiter comes to take our order and I say..."I'd like the Pollo al Cilantro"...but I say the "pollo" part more like this sport below, "polo."


Jeremy almost had to hide under the table he was so embarrassed! In fact, I think he might have choked a little on the chips and salsa...but don't worry, the heimlich maneuver was not needed!

He says, "Oh my gosh Rory...you have lived in Texas your ENTIRE life and you don't know how to order CHICKEN in SPANISH!!....It's pronounced "Poy-yo," not "Polo!"

Well who knew that?!! Seriosuly people, help me out here! I'm sorry, but if I'm getting chicken it is at my local HEB grocery store or at KFC... I've never frequented our local "El Pollo Loco," and I do know enough Spanish to tell you that means "crazy chicken!"


Plus, you say "pollo" in italian, just like the sport...and I know a lot more Italian than Spanish. Guess I prooved that at this dinner! Needless to say I won't make that mistake again...and maybe if I am stuck somewhere in south San Antonio and need a meal, I will know how to order chicken!

So you tell me in the poll below...did you know how to pronounce this word..."pollo"?? Can't you all just help me out here!! =)

Why you shouldn't leave meetings early!

Quick tip for all of you early-meeting-exiters out there....

Last week I had a couple Junior League meetings to attend. For those of you who do not know, I am a member here in SA!

The meeting last Wednesday was a long one, and I was on a tight deadline for a project, so I had to jump out early. As I was leaving I overheard one of my newest league friends (who shall remain nameless....Taryn Little!!)....say, "Be sure you wear your workout clothes to the big meeting on Saturday!"

I thought, "Wow, whenever I go to meetings everyone is dressed to the nine's! I wonder what we must be doing on Saturday, that we get to wear workout clothes?! Junior League yoga? You never know!"

So Saturday rolls around. I got up at 6:15am and actually ran 4 miles to get ready for this big Muddy Buddy race I have on Sunday. I come home, shower, and throw on more workout clothes...and head to the big meeting.

My hair is slicked back, wet from the shower. By the time I get downtown (and have attempted to make my hair air dry while driving at 60mph - it now kind of resembles the before picture for a frizzy hair ad!)


I have on hot pink running shorts, some random gray t-shirt from senior year in college, and my tennis shoes. I am ready to go, but still in the back of my mind can't believe that we are so casual for this big kick-off meeting!

As I pull up I see not one, but two, nicely dressed ladies walking in....neither of them are in workout clothes. I peer through the windows of the meeting place and cannot even spot one pair of tennis shoes...instead see every variety of high heel in elegant leopard and bright pink patterns.


I knew it was too good to be true....where is this Taryn Little!!!! I walk in to find that everyone looks beautiful, makeup, cute jeans, high heels, and matching purses! Whooops! Guess I am a little under dressed!

Luckily, I could grab a seat in the back...and the workout clothes were super comfortable for our first activity with the Drum Cafe (an awesome team building activity for any big group, in case you need one). Plus it proved that I have rhythm...always a good thing!


Needless to say I guess I learned my early-meeting-leaving-lesson...and Taryn will have to work really hard to be my friend from now on! =)