Where I've Been

Kennebunkport, Maine

Yarmouth, Maine

Quebec

Ottawa

Toronto (where we were too busy playing UNO to tourist)

Sunset at the ball field

Since I haven't found the motivation to sort through my race pix yet, I'm going back to the baseball diamond instead.

Can't beat beautiful spring sunsets!

Happy Memorial Day

F-18 Super Hornet flyover at the parade
 

B-2 Stealth Bomber flyover at the race

500 Parade - Purdue Band Edition

Race pictures will be up just as soon as I manage to sort through them all. Apparently the "500" part actually indicates how many pictures I took today. Yes, seriously. And I'm guessing a few hundred of those are just empty track shots - my "delete" finger is going to be a tired little digit.

When we arrived at the track today, the first group we ran into was the Purdue All-American Marching Band - and I do mean literally "ran into." I spent several minutes making friends in the sousaphone section before I managed to find my way out.

Here is the band marching in the parade yesterday - Go Boilers!

Yes, the Silver Twins really are twins.

Boiler Up!

Drum crew singing Hail Purdue. (Don't worry, I was standing and singing along while I took the picture!)

500 Parade

Living in Indy, I actually try to avoid most things 500-related. So I hadn't been to the parade in a long time. Like...the last time I went, I got my picture taken with Fabio. 

Yes, Fabio. 

And for the record, I was coerced. I was so shy and horribly embarrassed, but my mother bribed me so I did it. I passively rebelled by making sure my eyes were closed so that the picture would be thrown out and not used for future torment. (The picture of my sister with Fabio still exists, however. Expect that to resurface soon.)

Being long overdue, I returned to the parade this year and had a great time taking an absurd number of pictures. I couldn't narrow it down to two, so here's six instead. 

Enjoy your vicarious Indy experience ... and be glad that it's Fabio-free!

Some of my Indy's best drivers - 

The [in]famous Danica Patrick.
Also note smoking hot Ryan Briscoe in the next car over waving to me. Because obviously we had a brief, moment-long fling. Don't tell his wife, it's better that way.

Indy's favorite Dancing champ -Helio Castroneves

Alex Tagliani --  this year's pole winner *-- being showered by streamers.

(*and possibly even hotter than Ryan Briscoe. Google, then discuss.)

Is that a carnival in your parking lot?

I went in to run my errands - just cars and rain. I came out - boom - carnival in the parking lot!

Let's Try Something New

Has it been eight months since I posted anything? Hmm, apparently it has.

I'm pretty sure that qualifies me as an official blog failure.

So I'm going to try something different and post a picture or two every day. (Or at least every day until I get distracted by something shiny and forget).

Last week was my dad's 65th birthday. (He, of course, is determined to prove that 65 is the new 45.)

His mother passed down a family recipe for Coke cake, and A tried it for the first time...

No, that is not an "I love it!" face.

So he reverted to his stand-by instead -- vanilla ice cream and sprinkles.

Yes, those are dinosaur sprinkles.

P.S. Don't let him convince you otherwise, Coke cake is amazing and you would love it. Promise.

The Den! Is Back! ...and other great things

Last weekend we went back to campus to watch the Purdue-Notre Dame game amongst a friendly crowd. None of us had been back in a few years, so we pretty much played tourist all day. It was basically awesome. Words fail to do it justice, so I will just give you pictures.

(Oohh, except I don't have any pictures of the adorable 21-year-old shirtless fraternity boys we played with. Yup, shirtless and adorable.  And I still chose not to become a fairy godcougar. So let's all take a moment to appreciate my willpower, and then we can move right along to the pictures.)

Without further ado...

Smoochin' Marty J.

Boom Boom Phi Mu!
PS It was recruitment. There was actual Boom Boom-ing going on!

Carey Quad + Ross-Ade = Boiler Up!

Mackey Arena. Home of the Baby Boilers. (Call me, Chris Kramer!)

Purdue University! Home of this super fancy new sign!

Neil Armstrong is a badass. Thus, this building is aptly named.
PS - There's a book about him called First Man. It is fascinating. Read it.

This is John. See John run.

Run John, run!

See the fountain. See John get wet.

This is Mere. See Mere look confused.

See John and Mere be freaking adorable!

Hovde Hall? Maybe? (Maybe not??)

A little slice of awesome.

This picture just screams "Hipstamatic"

Don't walk under the bell tower! You won't graduate!
You already did? Too bad. They will take that shit back!

Hmm, I didn't hear any roaring...curious.

John claimed the water was supposed to be super-clean. We requested he test this theory.

This is what college is supposed to look like.

But seriously. Did I mention? The Den! Is Back!

Pink lemonade + Jimmy Johns = yum.
(Yes, I took a picture of my Den Pop. Shut up.)

See John and Mere be adorable. At Harry's.

Dear Tom, pretty sure you have a Purdue shirt you should be wearing!

Pour one out for our dearly departed friend, Stacks.

Like it's 1999

For reals.

I found my journal from sophomore/junior year of high school. Literally - 1999.

It is awesome.

And if you are lucky, I just might share it with you...

Bored now.

So I know that I should have more to say now that the Bar is over. But I mean, it's not like I have a job or anything to do with my life. My parents are out of town, which means the past week I have spent laying out, watering the flowers, watching trash TV and hanging out with the dogs. 

And don't be jealous, it is actually not nearly as awesome as it may sound...I can practically hear my brain cells gasping for life.

Although, I am taking advantage of being home alone - not by throwing parties, but by taking this time to completely reorganize my parents lives. They are so going to hate me when they come home and cannot find anything. (Because I threw it all away!)

My first task was the freezer. It was completely full, like literally could not fit a single thing in there full. Check it out now...

Obviously I kept the ice cream!