I swear, I think I could drop dead right in front of her, and as long as daddeh was there, she wouldn’t care. The sad part was that his hip has been bothering him (from his motorcycle accident ten years ago), and he really wasn’t comfortable with her laying on him. And I was on the couch with a perfectly snuggly quilt, but she was noticeably disinterested.
Wingate is hosting the 2011 World’s Strongest Man Competition, and we went today to catch some of the fun. We saw our US guy, Derek Poundstone, set a new world record in the metal block press. He was great to watch…hamming it up for the crowd and everything. We missed the Atlas stones, which is my favorite event, but it was still really cool. One of the things that impresses me so much about an event like this is how “small” it is, for lack of a better term. Don’t get me wrong, there was a huge crowd, but we were standing right next to one of the British competitor’s wife, and the guys behind us were speaking some kind of slavic language and were definitly with another of the teams. The Austrailian guy was out there with us all signing autographs. I like that…these guys aren’t kept away from the crowds on a pedestal…they’re normal guys . Derek is a cop in CT. Anyway, here’s a pic of him making a new world record:
So, that was my day. Now, I’m knitting something for a special Curly-Whirly friend of mine:)
I LOVE the expression on Shelli’s face in that picture, too.
I always prefer to snuggle with my Mommeh, but the Harley Quinn is a dad’s boy!
Joey always jokes about it because I was the cat person…the whole reason Shelli got adopted. She converted him pretty quickly, but she’s forgotten her gratitude to me:(