5K Dog Walk for Monroe County Humane Societies

Meant to be posted June 10th, 2011. (day of the race).

Even though I have stopped running again (mainly due to depression) I decided to run/walk with Elvis on this dog walk. I also managed to convince my friend Becca and her dog Egor to come with us.

So here's the group of about 100-150 people and their dogs waiting for the signal to start. I think Elvis had a crush on that little boxer toward the right in the first picture. He kept looking at her, nudging me and looking at me, then looking back at her... As if to say, " Pretty nice, eh? Why don't we go over there?"



And they're off!!!

Here's my view of Elvis.
To the right of us we see Becca and Egor.


Overall, it was pretty nice, not too hot and it didn't rain until the end. I had some severe certain (monthly) cramps that prevented me from making it to first, so we just brought up the rear, or as
my brother calls it DFL.


The award for biggest dog doesn't go to Elvis as Becca and I thought, but to these two GIGANTIC Great Danes... Like a head taller than Elvis.


Here we are after the race, waiting for the prizes that were being drawn. Becca won a free oil change. I didn't realize this until later, but doesn't Becca look like Elvis is about to eat her?! Classic.


Elvis was fine until I did this.... he was like, "Laurel!! Not in front of the boxer!!!" Even the lady behind us was embarrassed by the PDA.


After the race Becca and I split a pizza and gave some of the crusts to Elvis and Egor.
I also found out that day that Elvis LOVES Corn Nuts and their loud crunching properties.

Laurel

Tidbits of Iowa Culture 2

I have seen some curious things in the past month and here's a few I've taken pics of.


Here we see an Amish cart with horses parked at the local Pamida. When I came back out of the store all that was left was two large steaming piles in the middle of the parking lot.


The Amish strike again in this ridiculous picture! A couple Amish men and their sons pile out of this Lincoln. This alone is hilarious, but why on earth do they have that decal on the grill? These Amish are livin on the edge, and they like their Lincoln grills raunchy. "An Amish with a 'tude, you know that's unheard of!"

















I have seen this common mode of transportation frequently, but only just have managed to capture it. It seems Iowans have decided that riding lawn mowers are the best way to get around in town. I've seen them driven to the post office, the grocery store, Pizza Hut, and my personal favorite, the local tavern. Here's one now on his way back from the gas station at which he filled up and purchased a doughnut.

This next picture is sadly blurry, much like the infamous Sasquatch picture. This photo is of a man with VERY peculiar side burns.... his are not vertical, but horizontal and in the center of the side of his face. He was in Centerville, IA, and was walking while muttering about "the margarine... the margarine..."

I've included another picture of what he would have looked up close to give you a better idea.

Very odd...

Lastly, I wanted to include my Uncle's awesome set up for his wireless headset...
A very clever use of painter's tape and a zip-tie. Just awesome.












Laurel

PERMED

So, on a completely random whim, I permed my hair. When I first looked into the mirror after wards my expression went from this:
to this:

to questioning disgust:
to asking god "Why?":
to attempting to pull it strait:
to using humor to cover up true feelings:


Then this happened.


Yeah, that just happened.


Laurel

P.S. I think I'll keep the curls after all...

I am Ridiculous

Play "Hair" by the Cowsills while reading this blog post.

My mother has recently started a blog about training two horses for a co-worker.
The link is as follows:

http://30dayride.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-one-deliverance.html

READ I command you!

So since we had this giant 46 inch or so matted chunk of tail, I had to be ridiculous with it.

This a progression of me attempting the lift the massive thing.
Double Click to see a larger version.

It was over 4 feet long!!




At this point I just started wagging it around like a sword and then mom happened to get a shot of this:

Me challenging my cat with a sword of hair.

Needless to say I've lost my mind. Also my attire for this entire experience was terribly selected as well, but they are my grunge clothes for work.


Laurel