The RIDE!

Rhiannon the Conquerer!  

Nautie Friends,

Do you know that my cousin Rhiannon has participated (as in rode a bike) in The Ride To Conquer Cancer three times and is gearing up for her fourth ride?!  Two years ago I wrote about my cousin Rhiannon riding.  The fact that she's gearing up for her fourth ride leaves me awe struck.

Cancer means something in almost everyone's lives.  We all know someone who has been affected by cancer.  In my family it means the loss of a Grandmother, Aunt, and Uncle.  It means that my Dad is a survivor of Bad Ass proportions.  For me, it means that sunscreen is no joke.

This year is extra special because I'm flying to Seattle and will be watching her cross the finish line this weekend!  Yippee!  It's not lost on me that this year she'll be crossing the finish line for her Dad on Fathers Day.  (oh golly, I just teared up...)  I'm just feel so honored to be there cheering her on!

I'm proud to announce that Rhiannon has reached 100% of her fundraising goal!  That being said, I'm here to ask you to consider donating to such a noble cause.  The cliche is true:  Every Dollar Does Count.

By visiting her personal page you'll be able to donate online.

Thank you in advance!

Best,

Megan the Nautie Mermate

 

Scintilla Day One :: Drinking Diaries

Day One.  Tell a story about a time you got drunk before you were legally old enough to do so. Kokanee Beer.  Giggling uncontrollably in my Aunt and Uncles basement.  My cousins were freaking out because they got the girl cousin drunk.  So they fed me a banana and checked on me all night long to make sure I didn't die in my sleep.

Kahlua, Vodka and Milk.  I hid in the closet when the police came.  The crowds started to disperse and someone came looking for me.  When they found me I whispered, 'Tell the Cops my name is Ally McBeal!'.

Boones Farm.  We shared a bottle or two around a bon fire at Honoli'i.  Nothing better than drinking at the beach.

Sangria.  Girls of Summer Mugs - fluorescent hot pink, orange and yellow.  One for each of us.  Homemade sangria that was oh so delicious.  These mugs were huge and we used them allll summer long.  Best ever?  Rocking out to Vanessa Carlton in Babs The Little Blue Car.

Woodchucks.  A six pack of woodchucks at the Back Shore in Castine.  We are sitting in Marquis Mark (the big pimp ass car) listening to The Toadies and yelling along with the lyrics.  Therapy.

Crown Royal and Ginger Ale.  Making snow angels without my coat on.  My Bestie is visiting from her college in California.  She has stopped drinking because she's 'done'.  I yell at her as loudly as possible, 'PUKE AND RALLY!'....while we make snow angels without our coats on.

Cape Cods.  A Gremlin full of Midshipmen.  Drive up an un-plowed dirt road until it gets stuck.  Drink for awhile and push it out.  Repeat.  (On the way home pick up the Commandants dog and squeeze it into the car.  Go to the empty parking log and do donuts.  Then let the dog out and actually go home.)

 

I'm participating in The Scintilla Project.  Mostly because a few years ago I participated in Reverb10 and loved it.  I'm also participating because I'm enjoying making internet friends!  Also, I apologize but I'm already two days behind!

My Uncle Bob.

Here's a shout out to my Uncle Bob.  I'm pretty sure today is his birthday - HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE BOB! I think my Uncle Bob is pretty cool.  I think most people do.  He's my Mom's oldest brother.  My Mom calls him 'Big Brother Bob'...never just plain old Bob....she'll say, 'I need to phone my big brother Bob'....as an only child this always kind of cracked me up however; I never just call him Bob or even Uncle Bob.....I always say, 'My Uncle Bob'.

My Uncle Bob has a good wife.  He also has three boys - they're all older than me.  I pretty much spent every summer at their house when I was growing up.  My Mom sent me to Canada every summer - which was probably a really good thing - and I'd go and stay at their house.  I thought it was the greatest thing ever.  I'd go to Hockey games, and lacrosse games....I'd shuffle around with my Auntie....I'd visit other Cousins and Grandparents....sometimes I'd go visit Uncle Bob at work.

My Uncle Bob is building a Chubby in his garage.  I had no idea what a Chubby was....and I guess I still don't know how a Chubby is different than any other kind of car you'd build in your garage.

My Uncle Bob is a welder.  He's actually much more than a welder and I just have no way of articulating it all....there are boilers involved and sometimes ships or large plants.  When I was growing up he was the Dean of a Vocational College where he taught as well....and he also does a lot of private jobs. 

My Uncle Bob makes things and fixes things.  My Uncle Bob works hard...really hard. 

Most importantly, My Uncle Bob deserves a very large thanks from me.  When I was growing up I used to listen to my Grandpa, Mother, and Uncles sit around and debate the merits of education.  While my family are all staunch supporters of a formal education (thanks in large part to my Grandmother) my Uncle Bob maintained that you were wasting your time if you didn't have a skill.  A trade. 

My Uncle Bob was adament that the necessity of a trade did not just apply to men - it applied to women as well. 

Growing up in a family of hard workers I knew that I'd have to get my hands dirty to get ahead in life.  A standard had been set by all.

I have a trade - so do my cousins - thanks almost exclusively to My Uncle Bob.

Happy Birthday Uncle Bob!

 

p.s. Uncle Bob, I think you should take the day off work today and:

  • have some tea and disgestives on the couch with the wifey or 
  • take a drive - I know you drive a lot these days but, a good 'ole drive for a bite of food might do you wonders or
  • putz around on your Chubby or
  • visit some Grandbabies