Flip Cup for a Cause

Yes the title says it all.

This weekend the girls and I competed in a flip cup tournament (yes the beer drinking game) at Washington Park here in Denver. Not only was it a beautiful day at the park, but we got to spend the afternoon drinking beer and playing a beer drinking game with friends while raising money for leukemia and lymphoma.


Each team for the flip cup tournament consisted of five people and you had to have a team name and theme or costume. Originally we had planned on naming ourselves the "Drunken Sailors" but the name ended up changing over time as we got closer to the tournament. In the end, our team name (which came about on the wee hours of a Saturday morning) became "Slorealicious Sailors." Of course by sticking with our team name we dressed as sailors.

Your probably wondering what "Slorealicious" means. For a full definition of "slore" refer to www.urbandictionary.com -- they have 15 pages defining the word. The word "slore" became a common vocabulary word for all of us while we were all in Cabo and we still use it in every day conversation so we thought it would be a unique team name to set us apart from the rest. Sorry mom and dad your probably not going to be too impressed by this one once you find out the true definition.

In the end, we didn't win...but at least we looked good losing :)

(Team Slorealicious Sailors L-R: Alex, Myself, Halley, Jill, and Cortney)

My Little Crack Squirrel

Reagan, my almost two year-old Yorkie Terrier, is pretty much the best thing ever. Whether I've been gone for 2 seconds, 2 minutes, 2 hours, or 2 days she is always happy to see me...and me to see her.

(The day I brought her home)

(After having her for 2 weeks)

She has put up with a lot from me. I have dressed her up in ridicules outfits (football jerseys, lady bug costumes, angel wings, light up Christmas sweaters, hoodies--just to name a few), she has adapted to always wearing a bow in her hair, and she has become my trusty travel companion whether flying (yes she flies with me) or roadtripping.

(Cheering on the K-State Wildcats!)

(In her bows---red this time)

(In her angel wings)

(As a Lady Bug at Halloween)

Reagan is also quite the cuddler. Its not uncommon for her to be napping on my lap or chest, or for me to have to wake her up out of my bed at 10 a.m. to go out. However, she hasn't earned the nickname "crack squirrel" for nothing!

(Yep she's still in bed with a pink bow in her hair)

The nickname came along right after I got her (she was a whole 2 pounds), and she would get excited and run laps at the speed of light and run under furniture no one thought she could get under (ie: the coffee table and bookcases). These "crack squirrel" episodes usually happen out of nowhere. She could be dead asleep and wake up and then immediately start running these crazy laps around my place...but they always happen after she has a bath. The poor thing looks like Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles after a bath...I think thats her way of drying herself off...running laps at the speed of light and then throwing herself on the floor.

(Watch out she moves at the speed of light!)

Needless to say I don't know what I would do without this little fireball of mine. She's always there, knows my moods, makes me feel better when I'm upset, is always happy to see me, and she tolerates to torture I put her through :)