Ahh, greetings from the Frozen Tundra, friends!
Well, let's just say that this furry Norwegian is ready for some football. Let's just pretend that the past six months or so didn't happen in regards to football. With the lockout behind us, I am ready to kick back and not whine nearly as much.
I said nearly as much. I can't just quit cold turkey, you know.
I just can't quit you, whining. You complete me.
With that being said, it is that wonderful time of year when people start looking at their summer and think to themselves, "Why, what have I accomplished during the three months out of the year when there isn't snow on the ground?" If you live in Wisconsin, you may know this already. If you live outside of Wisconsin, you will find more people running around and doing things from June to August than any other time of year. The reason? Lack of snow cover.
As I was working last week, I had an epiphany. Manpig, my husband, and I have been married for nearly nine years. During those nine years, Manpig and I have not been outside the state of Wisconsin TOGETHER. As a matter of fact, Manpig and I have not been outside of a four county area in the past nine years. It's almost like someone put up a invisible perimeter fence up around the nearest four counties and Manpig and I knew about it. It's kind of like an invisible dog fence and we are wearing the shock collar.
You know the picture I am trying to paint, right? Manpig and I get to the county line and have to stop 10 feet away. We know that we could potentially get shocked so we must weigh the reward versus the risk. Do we venture into an area outside of our service area, or do we remain, as always, in our homeland.
Venture forth, Manpig! Venture forth!
Yup, while I was diligently slaving away last week, I discovered that I have had enough...It was time. While "working" (Manpig's quotes, not mine), I decided to check out the Packers website, as I have been known to do. And while I have diligently watched Packers Family Night on my local television station for the past three years (give or take), I thought, "Huh, that looks like fun. We should go." While checking out the website, I saw the price and thought, "Huh, that looks like fun. We COULD go."
While briefly discussing the situation with Manpig, my hand clenched on the mouse poised over "Buy Tickets," we discussed the pros and cons of going. The Pro of going? This is the Packers at Lambeau Field. Con of going? It's a scrimmage, not a game. Another pro? Super Bowl Champion Packers at Lambeau Field. Con? Who is going to watch the hound? You know, the one that Manpig is threatening to get a tattoo of on his arm.
Yes, I'm serious. SOME people who reside in Casa Moen-Kadlec last night were possibly two beers away from having a beagle tattooed on their body. I'm not naming names or anything...
In order to save Manpig's skin, and what is left of my sanity (how does one explain a tattoo of a beagle, anyway? Isn't that like explaining a Poison tattoo 30 years later?), it was determined that this writer is going to throw Manpig and Momlene in the car and head off to the eastern part of the state. I hit "buy tickets."
Get in the car, kids, we're going to Green Bay!
Citizens of Eastern Wisconsin, you have been warned. Do not fear the nearly six foot tall, furry woman that will be in your midst on Saturday. She is not a Yeti and does not flee from fire. I mean you no harm and come in relative peace. As always, I will be sober and relatively compliant.
Ahh, yes. I am returning to Lambeau and bringing the man known as Manpig with me. It's like the skies have parted and angels, who closely resemble Clay Matthews and Donald Driver, are singing...Peaceful, isn't it?
If you can't tell, I'm kind of excited.
So, yes. On Sunday, when I am awakened by a howling, hysterical hound and/or a howling, hysterical Manpig, I plan to update you, gentle reader, on the hi-jinks that occurred during my jaunt. A "What I Did on My Summer Vacation," if I may.
Until then, have a wonderful Friday! On to Lambeau!