Behold, the great Cornhole boards that Terry crafted with his own two hands. I know the name of the game sounds totally nasty, but it's actually kinda fun. You put these things 27 feet (I asked for the official distance) apart, and take turns throwing bean bags at the holes, or really they are supposed to be full of corn, hence the name. We cheated and got ours at the store, they have little gravely things in them, which puff out dust and kill the grass, as an added bonus. Anyways, you get different points according to whether your bag goes in the hole, or lands on the board, and there's a whole buncha boring rules that I don't really care about and I make Terry keep score, I just wanted to show y'all this:
I mean, there's missing the board, and then there's like, missing the YARD. Annie tossed this baby into the tree! I mean the boards are straight across from each other, there's not too many tricky trajectories involved. You do not get points for hitting the landscaping.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Cornholio
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
End of summer extravaganza, aka these pictures took forever to upload and I'm sorry if you have dial-up
They left the head on the pig this year, that was a bit disconcerting when the opened the big roaster thingy and it was all upside down staring. Evidently it's easier to spit that way, plus maybe it makes the guys feel more manly or something. This was right before they finished unwrapping the poor thing and began hacking at it with their big knives. Barbaric, but tasty. And also, this is the hot Jeremy pic of this year. Sorry Jeremy, you looked kinda goofy in the other one I took, it was not an accurate representation of the hot factor. (But never as hot as my dear husband, no never ever)
Me and Al probably waiting around for the pig to be done, or maybe watching them hack at the beast with their steely knives. Notice the colder weather garb, this was Aug. 22 and I was freezing, not unlike Annie's field day. You can't even see my pig roast shirt -it has a pig drawn on it with X's for eyes and it has a USDA tattoo. You can see the oh so lovely shade of bright pink it is though.
But scorned any proferred help, I think he is actually waving me away with his paw. He stayed up there about 40 minutes or so and then finally figured out he could ever so carefully ease down the slant of the roof and then jump for it.
Creepy statue thingy at the Renaissance Festival Terry and I went to this past weekend. We were mean and ditched the kids and went by ourselves. My favorite part was avoiding using the Kingdom's Privies. You would think with having a big ass permanent installation like they do at this place, they could put in some real facilities, it's not like Port-a-John's aren't anachronistic, for reals. Oh, back to statue--it was really a person, and it would move eeeverrr so slowly, being creepy as all get out.
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