I'm a TEN! But it's not a good thing.

This weekend was spent down in EMPORIA! Man I miss that town and all the college fun we had... glad some of our best friends still live there so we can pretend we're college kids again :) This weekend was another disc golf tournament that Jeremy hosted. Naturally Trent went to work it and I went to party. But unfortunately I forgot to take pics at the tourney :(

Us 3 ladies had the intention of playing power hour like the last tournament but the day got away from us and we never got around to it :( Guess we'll have to come to another tournament!

So we went to J-Mo's Saturday night and after watching countless dudes hit this boxing machine that scores how hard you hit we thought it was a grand idea to do it ourselves. I'm embarrassed and ashamed to say that I really did roll up my sleeve and blow air into my thumb to "pump up" my muscles. Turned out that it doesn't help. Like, at all.

Becky went first and got like 180-something. I was impressed and scared to go next.

Here's my first attempt. Things that went wrong....
1. Schmitty got the attention of the whole bar and I had an audience. Not a good thing.
2. I rolled up my sleeves and started trash-talking like I'm tough. I'm not.
3. Instead of some rap or rock music playing to get me fired up they start playing Justin Bieber. Not a good I'm-gonna-kill-this-punching-bag type of song. I no longer have Bieber Fever.
4. Trent kept teasing me that I was gonna whiff it. Thanks baby, love you too.
5. People are video-taping this to put on the world wide web. I don't wanna be worldwide.
6. I take off my rings and bracelets like I'm training for UFC. This is not the Octagong Kala, take a chill pill.

So what happened you ask? Well combine all those elements playing against me and Trent predicted it... I totally whiffed it... came closer to hitting it with my head than my hand... and the whole bar is watching. Awesome. Not.

Attempt #2.... andddd..... I pretty much tapped it. I even came running this time. Only to get a whopping 10. Yes... a 10. Trent could probably just stare at the thing and get a ten.

Thanks to my liquid encouragement... I felt empowered by my ten. Cause let's face it... I could do worse. No, I DID do worse than that.

So up saunters Wendy...

And she kills it. She gets a 543! I know who I'm picking to be in my corner if I get in a fight!

At least I was supporting Dynamic Discs with my DD's. Although I wouldn't be surprised if Jeremy doesn't want me wearing his logo anymore. I could possibly hurt his business.

And I'm back. Have you heard the expression, "Third times a charm?" Yeahhhh.... totally don't believe in that now. 3rd try... I got a 12. Yup... 2 whole more points. Are you scurrred yet? You should be.

4th and final try....Please please please let me do better this time.

4th try and what did I finally get........

A 224!!!!!! This is my proof... it really did happen! My goal by next year's GBO tournament in April... 500. I'm gonna need some practice.

CT had a few too many as usual hahaha...

The amazing Ruscos!

This is why I married the guy with the big guns ;)

So minus the humiliation I put myself through on Saturday night and we had a heckuva weekend! Thanks to Jeremy and Wendy for another fabulous weekend and for letting us and the fur babies crash for a couple days. Even they partied too hard this weekend... all they did tonight was sleep :)