Last night at softball I was in full sell mode. Sign up for the race! Volunteer for the race! Buy a Yuri’s Night pint glass! Soemthing must have been working a little off…I didn’t get anyone else to sign up, but I did go 3-for-3 from the plate. Woohoo! I was using this $30 bat that Jason bought a week ago that has something rattling inside it. Yes, rattling. Not a good thing. However, he can’t take it back to the store because he took the plastic off (he’d have to send it back to Louisville Slugger)…but that doesn’t matter anyway because I’m not going to allow him to take it back. It’s my 3-for-3 rattlin’ bat. I told him I’m keeping it. 🙂 Though in exchange for my good night at the plate, I played some of the crappiest left field you’ve ever seen…
Yesterday Matt gave me the Dilbert cartoon from his daily calendar. It’s perfect for my life this week. I’ll have to scan it and put it up.
Catbert: “Why aren’t you signed up for the 401K?”
Pointy-Haired Boss: “I’d never be able to run that far. I did a 10K wheelchair race once. The guy who pushed me still has whip marks.”
As of this moment, we have 107 people signed up. 107! If Laurie does indeed come through with her 15 lacrosse players, and we get the 20-30 people on race morning that I expect, we are going to run out of t-shirts. Eek. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. There are too many other things to worry about, such as the fact that we can only get into the park an hour and fifteen minutes before the race starts. I’m going to be lucky if I have any fingernails left 24 hours from now.
Last night’s schedule was hectic, I didn’t get to bed until 1 a.m., and I am sleeeeeepy. Left work a 5, ran to Home Depot to buy wooden stakes for course signage, ran to Office Depot to make 150 more copies. Got home. Debbie arrived at 6, and I put together all the age group medals (i.e. attached neck ribbon to medal) while we worried about why Jason, who is always, always, always on-time, was late. By 6:30, we were in worry mode and Debbie left to go to work to see if his truck was still there. Finally Jason calls saying he was trapped by the lease lady at his apartment complex. Crisis over. Debbie and I met him at Sam’s Club at 7, where we bought 24 6-packs of bagels, 5 10-pound bags of oranges, 5 32-packs of water, and 3 48-packs of granola bars.
From there it was to SuperTarget, where we spent a gift card they’d donated to our race on plastic cups, duct tape, trash bags, and safety pins. From there Jason and I headed to softball, where we lost by 4 runs (bummer). After softball it was off to Debbie’s to help her unload all the stuff we’d gotten at Sam’s Club, then back to my apartment to stuff two more pieces of paper and a t-shirt in each race packet. Put the boxes of packets in my car, Jason went home, and I had fun with Jen’s staple gun, stapling the posterboard signs I made on Wednesday night to the wooden stakes.
Whew. It makes me tired all over again just thinking about it! This race is gonna be great.
