Captain Blackie's Adventure Log: Hamburglar alert!!!!

Joey and I have returned to the geoellipsoidal rectangle. This translates into Joey and I spent 15 hours being goofy in a car together while we drove home. Being in a car all day with someone teaches you a lot about them. For instance I have learned that Joey should never go inside a fast food establishment when he is on the road. He should strictly stick to drive through only. For that matter, I should not be allowed in them either. We could go one step further and have a sign made which they can post outside with a stick figure representation of me, joe and an image of car with a big red X through it. Lol, this discovery started on the drive to Reno last weekend. Joey and I stopped at Wendy's to order a couple of sandwiches. First I tried to take someone else's order, and then five minutes later joey went up and tried to do the same thing with a different order. The third time was a charm and we actually managed to take and attempt to consume our own food. This time we stopped at McDonald's for burgers. We were standing there waiting and everyone else was getting their food but us. Joey is eyeing some stuff on the counter but waits to make his move. Then a group of guys in baseball gear come up and take all of the food. I immediately return to staring at the guys cooking in the back and wondering if they would think it was lame if asked for my soda early so I could sip while waiting. Joey however started to fidget and pace a little. We joke about how antsy we get when waiting and how much faster fast food is in Colorado. When a couple that ordered way after us gets their food both Joe and I have the what the heck look on our faces. Joey draws the obvious conclusion. And I quote: "Those F&$#ers stole our food! I can't believe those F*&#$ers stole our food!" This is said in a very indignant, not so quiet voice, while he crosses his arms across his chest and huffs up to the counter and back again since everyone is ignoring us. He feels greatly wronged on a personal level. I am laughing and ask him why in the world they would steal our food, it's McDonald's for crying out loud who would want it? Our only evidence was the fact that the food included a happy meal, which was what I had ordered. He is pretty convinced and people are beginning to give him funny looks. Finally someone comes over to where we have been waiting. I'm a little worried Joey is going to vault the counter and start stealing hamburgers in order to get even with the counter people for letting someone else take our food. Joey asks very politely what happened to our order and we find out that they just forgot to make it. So no one stole my happy meal and life is good. Joey's face went from being a slightly pouty scowl to a little sheepish with a lot of blush. The moral of the story was never steal a cyclists food when he is hungry, or he'll huff and puff and blow your house over. Well that and we shouldn't be allowed to order fast food because it's just not fast enough us. The whole thing was hilarious to me, but then again I'd been in a car for 6 hours already so maybe you had to be there. :) The entire trip was a lot of fun and really didn't seem like it took 15 hours. Joey and I are just too entertaining when we are trapped in small spaces. I've never had more fun singing along to random music and head banging to Tenacious D. Ha ha, good times. We are special.

YES!!!! Redemption!!! As most of you know I flew back up to Reno this weekend to try out this whole getting to know Joey's family business without the flavor of my utter disgrace. It went really well this time. I managed not to fall over anything, set off any alarms, or crash into anything. SCORE! Things are looking up. I am pleased. :) The fun started Thursday night when the family and I headed up to Truckee to watch the cute boy race. It was a blast having a whole corner screaming their lungs out and ringing their cowbells whenever he flew by. And these were not just any old cowbells, these were hand crafted cowbells in the distinguished team colors of orange and purple to emphasize the fact that we were not there just to watch some little race, we were there to support our VC boys. It was a drastic change from my normal little whimpy "go joey, go!" cheer. Meaning that the he actually heard us and so did everyone else. Ha ha. After the race we all headed over to Aunta Mare's house for a spaghetti dinner. That was a great time with a lot of joking about how I needed to be careful with the butter knife since I am so clumsy. yeah yeah yeah, I am never going to live the scooter fiasco down. Oh well. The rest of the week was pretty laid back. There were a couple more races but mainly it was just hanging out with the fambly and getting to know one another. I really like them, they didn't kick me out so I think all and all this went pretty well. So now it is back to trying to figure out just what I am doing in my life. That is always entertaining. Like being stuck in a hedge maze with the Queen of hearts chasing you holding bills and responsibilities. "Off with her head! Down with her daydreaming!" :) I'm going to start by putting my new license plates on my car. # - PZB.... Pink'Z Babe according to Joey. I like it. I'll take it. On with the show!

This was the final race of Tour de Nez 2008

Chuck's butt, at least I think it is Chuck.. and Joey...go joey, go! (ding, ding,ding)

All of the guys after the race with one of the sponsors. There was a great dinner afterwards for all of the racers. This guy was nice enough to snag a wristband for me too so I could be a poser. It made me want to consider taking up racing, but the guys informed me that normally it isn't that nice. (Side note: I'm a lucky girl getting to date joey, he's not half bad looking. ha ha)

Momsy, Joey and me. I didn't do anything all day long yet I managed to look worse than the guy who had just finished a killer race. That takes talent on my part.