First brush with Kentucky history

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So the neighbors (who are about our age, super fun, and have 3 kids…obviously) invited us over for dinner the other night (because that’s what good neighbors do) along with another couple with whom they were old friends (who were also our age, super fun, easygoing, and do NOT have any kids…miracle…I think that’s why they introduced us).  So we all had a great time at the end of the night we were exchanging numbers and I asked the woman what her last name was, and she was like, “Hatfield.”  Yes, for real.  Her husband is a Hatfield, as in THE Hatfields of the Hatfields and McCoys.  I kind of freaked out, considering just last week I added the Hatfield-McCoy Driving Tour to my list of Things To Do.  He grew up in Pikeville, right on the West Virginia border, and was telling me about all the family heirlooms they had in the house that had to do with the feud (mostly guns).

Yes.

Buggy ride

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All I really know (or thought I knew) about the Amish is that they live in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and shun modern conveniences like electricity.  So imagine my shock when on one rainy day we came across this blinking, tricked out Amish buggy holding up traffic in the middle of West Virgina.

Awesome.

Sick Moves

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I attended the wedding of a family friend this weekend with Paul’s family (where we were seated at the German table, because the family of the bride thought it was hilarious….and super fun for the 2 of us sitting there that didn’t speak German…to sit all the foreigners’ families together).  Somewhere in between the German conversations, Makers Mark, and moving rendition of Hillbilly Deluxe by the groom and his friends, we realized the array of dance moves you can pull off with one arm stuck at a 90 degree angle is kind of amazing.  Here are a few.

The Twist:

Stop In The Name of Love:

The crowd favorite, The Sprinkler (a modified version):

The Robot:

The Ahnold:

And the Hillbilly Jig (poor shot but believe me, you can do it):

The Lawnmower and Truck Driver also work, but didn’t get caught on film.  And I’m throwing this picture in here just because the two guys in the background were in such fine form:

A+.  Kentucky weddings rule.

Bull. Crap.

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From: meagan
Sent: July 21, 2010 6:23 PM
To: GEC
Subject: Guest Feedback: otherHello,

About 2 months ago I bought a pair of size 8 Groove pants from Lululemon.  On Thursday, June 24 (after only a month of owning them) I went for a run wearing the pants.  Towards the end of the run my left foot caught the inside of the right, slightly flared pant leg and I fell, fracturing my elbow.

I am writing to see if there is any way at all I might be able to get a replacement for the pants.  They were ripped in the fall, and I recently moved from San Francisco to Kentucky where (sadly) there are no stores within a 150 mile radius of my home (and I currently can’t drive due to the size of my cast.)  I would be happy to mail you the ripped pair of pants, along with photos of the cast and films of my elbow, if that would be helpful.

Thank you for your help, I look forward to hearing from you.

Best regards,

Meagan

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Dear Meghan,

Thank you for taking the time to email us with your feedback about our Groove Pants. We are very sorry to hear about your accident, and we wish you a speedy recovery!

The Groove Pant is our original yoga pant, and its 4-way stretch, flat seams, and wicking ability make it suitable for a variety of different activities. These pants are designed for low impact exercise, and although some guests choose to wear them for running, they are not specifically designed for that activity. Items like our Run: Empower Crop and our Run: With It Crop are designed specifically for running, as they have a more streamlined fit, which prevents extra bulk and allows for a greater range of movement. You can filter our online selection to see items from our run line. (http://shop.lululemon.com/store/productslist.aspx?categoryid=500&pagesize=15&sportf=Run).

We are very sorry to hear about your accident. Because there is no technical or quality defect with your pants, we are not able to replace them for you. If you would still like a new pair but cannot get into a store, you can purchase them online at http://shop.lululemon.com/Groove_PantR/pd/c/560/np/560/p/2192.html.
Thanks again for taking the time to email us.

Thanks for your insight!

Morgan
lululemon athletica
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Elbow update

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Got cast #3 put on today.

It’s lighter and a much prettier color (I went for Bright Blue) than the first two, both of which I am grateful for.  I’m in a full arm cast for another 4 weeks, then hopefully something I can either take off or get wet.  Cast change in 2 weeks, get to pick a new color.  Go here to vote for the next cast color.

Also got the post-surgery films back.

Surgery

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I had my surgery yesterday (we had to wait for the surgeon to get back from…wait for it…Buenos Aires, where he had been vacationing for the last 3 weeks.  Yes, seriously.)  Came home with lots of drugs, both in bottles and in my system, and a completely monstrous cast.  If you need me, this is where I will be for the next week.

Germany 4, Argentina 0

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I should have seen it coming.

The first words out of Paul’s mouth as soon as they panned to the Argentine sideline the morning of this game were, “Oh, it looks like Maradona got a haircut.”

We were in Chicago and made the stupid mistake of deciding to watch the second half of the game in the cafe on the first floor of our hotel instead of in our room.  So we take the elevator down, me with my blue and white striped cast blazing openly, and walk in to a big room…full of Germans.  Most with face paint.  I get booed all the way to my standing-room-only corner, where I spent the next 45 minutes listening to “JAH JAH JAH JAH JAH!!!!!” and German songs while Argentina completely lost it.  I exited the room at the end of the game to a chorus of “Auf wiedersehen!”s.

Worst. Game. Ever.