Friday, September 12, 2014

Day 27 - We Own This Day

There are many ways to watch an Illini Football Game at Memorial Stadium.  Here are a few of my favorites:

1. As a baritone player in the Marching Illini.  "Oskee Wow Wow from the Hold!"
2. From the top of the Press Box as an Illini Pride Ambassador.  You may just be on top of world up there.
3. Homecoming Day, Listening to the cheers...from the parking lot, as you finish another beer with old friends.
4. 8 months pregnant sitting with your parents 10 rows up from the field because dad knows exactly where every seat is when he scalps tickets.
5. The very first time you teach your daughters the I-L-L I-N-I cheer, the wave, Oskee Wow Wow, and Alma Mater, sitting in the end zone, because the seats are cheap and now you need more of them.
6. And during your very first RV roadtrip...
 
It was 5:45am in Loami, IL.  Why were we awake you ask?  This is not normal for Mies's to get up before sunrise.  Today, we had commandeered the Larry Richie totally rad 1970's RV and were cruising cross-country (ok, just a few hours east) to Champaign, IL for an Illini Football Tailgate.  Who cares about the game, it's all about the pre-game. Previous to our Best Night Ever, this may have been logged as our Best Day Ever.  

We rolled into town with plenty of time for Mimosa's, Bloody Mary's, hamburgers, and a parking lot football with random strangers, who all admired our far-out ride.  (Even though their RV's were 30 years newer than our ride).  Let's get busy making new friends in this section of Illini Nation.

This happened to be Halloween weekend, and in true Richie fashion, Anna had to dress for the occasion.  To the stadium she marched in her full-blown tigger costume, accessorized with a Juice Williams #1 football jersey.  All the small children were asking for photos and autographs.  We had to split up walking in as our tickets were spread out thru the stadium.  Once inside we began to hunt eachother down and find nine empty seats together.  Amber and I caught first glance of the electronic scoreboard and who should we see but Tigger on the screen!  Well, it looks like our seats are in the south end zone!  Thanks Tigger!  Eventually the tigger costume got warm and it was time to find a relief tiger.  Anna turned around and asked the crowd if anyone was interested.  A funny little man 3 rows back eagerly jumped up and begged for the opportunity to borrow the costume. Off went tigger the random stranger bouncing around Memorial Stadium for a solid hour, popping in and out of entrances, reappearing on the big screen, and having a grand time.  He returned the costume late in the 4th quarter, hot and extremely stinky.  

The game ended in an Illini victory over Purdue and we headed back to our sweet ride in the parking lot.  This time Calyssa fitted herself into the Tigger costume and enjoyed the extra attention and fan support with the help of her bodyguards, Samantha and Amber.

It's been a few years now since we've managed to travel east for a good tailgate party.  Somehow our priorities have shifted to accommodate new schedules.  Maybe one of these years we will get back into the tailgate routine.  There is a lot of orange and blue blood in our families, surely some of that blood will find its way back to Champaign so that we have an excuse to shift our schedules into tailgate mode again.  For today, I guess I will have to yell my I-L-L really loud from 14810 Maxwell Hall Road.  Am I loud enough to get a chant started?

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Day 26 - Yellow House at 10000 Waverly Road

An Ode to 10000 Waverly Road...

In December of 1999,
It was time 
To move into the u-shaped yellow house.
Maplewood Place was the name it bore,
Established in 1917.

And so was tradition 
Of each family member
To measure their height on the door.

You may paint the walls or tear down the wallpaper,
Pull out the bushes and more.
Just please, no matter what you do,
Please don't paint that door.

A home you see, isn't built of wood
It's more about the people living in it.
Traditions and memories and stories rich in history
Come from that yellow house.

As we wave goodbye and start a new chapter
We will hold a place in our hearts, 
for the yellow house 
With the red barn behind it
that kept us safe from disaster.

Our last request, little yellow house 
we ask you do the same
For those who follow behind us.
We love them a lot and wish them the best
In their time at 10000 Waverly Road.

Amber's fessed up one night that her biggest fear of moving was leaving behind all those great memories we made in that yellow house.  My sweet child, I explained, nobody gets to take away the memories when we move, we pack them up and take them with us.  And the best part, we get to start over with a clean slate and a big big playground full of possibilities.   Quietly I decided I'd better jot down a few of those memories, my brain only has so much storage space before it starts dumping off excess information. 

Here are a few of my favorite Yellow House Memories that I haven't already included in my blog.

- Picnics on a blanket in the front yard which included every stuffed animal in the house
- Memorial Day Water Balloon fights
- The day Samantha set Willy free and nearly convinced her dad to keep a market lamb as a pet.
- Many a nights of Capture the Trophy 
- The Farm Progress parade every fall.  Ted could sit at the kitchen counter and identify the farmer passing by, without even looking out the window.  I wasn't that talented, but did develop an ear for Mies Farms Machinery over time. 
- The rocking chair in Samantha's nursery, in the middle of the night, for her first nine months of life.
- Amber's serenades from the bay window, and the fireplace
- The Tennessee Roadhouse - Head Chef Samantha Mies and Entertainer/Waitress Amber Mies
- The hunting stand turned cat perch in the white shed
- 5 baby skunks and their short-lived stay with us
- Ted chasing Bella's boyfriend off with a paintball gun 
- A redneck water slide
- The best tire swing ever.  If another storm ever passes thru, strap yourself to the swing set!
- Growing marigolds and zinnias in the windowsill 
- Foosball tournaments
- Stop the combine!  You're about to take out my fence!
- Wine and puzzles at the dining room table
- The upstairs guest room filled with harvest helpers

Raise your hand if you've ever used our house as a land marker to give directions.  Explaining our address was never really a challenge, "yellow house, red shed, 10000 Waverly Road"

From this point forward, our new directions will be as follows
- coming from the north, if you see the yellow house, you've gone too far
- coming from the south, turn at the road after the yellow house

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Day 25 - Volleyball Monday

Here's a shout out to all the beauties (and boys) who spent a Monday night or two in our yard this summer!  I used to dread Mondays, until the creation of Volleyball Monday.

We did a trade off this summer, we were summer league softball dropouts in exchange for backyard volleyball. 

If you build it, they will come was the theory, and it worked.  We rigged up a net in our yard, mowed the grass super short, and spray-painted lines to make a regulation size court.  Every Monday we would invite as many players as we could text for some informal backyard volleyball.  We made up the rules as we went, divided up into teams with not much rhyme or reason, Ted tried to protect his cornfield, Bella was pleased by all the extra friends in her yard, and the Richies even showed up to boost the competition level.  

I had a theory in the back of my head when we started the summer....the girls liked volleyball so I wanted to give them a fun atmosphere to play in.  I also wanted to help them develop their skills and enjoy the sport on a fun, but competitive level.  So we invited friends, family and teammates over and called it Volleyball Monday.  

Without even realizing it, VBM turned into therapy for me, a weekly reminder to have hope that my beautiful niece was going to be ok regardless of what the doctors said.  You see, each week Calyssa would show up and somehow maneuver her team's rotation so that she played her middle front position at least 90% of the time her team was on the court.  She would get a few spikes or block one of mine, place a wicked serve from ten feet behind the back line, and I'd tease her about being on steroids.  Love you tall skinny girl!

Volleyball Monday also allowed for the opportunity to invite new players to the court that were previously unfamiliar with the game.  Everyone needs to know how to play volleyball.  It's a social thing, like foosball, cards, or golf.  We loved it when baseball season paused and made room for the boys to join us.  The 7th grade girls squad especially enjoyed beating them. 

Sore moms, trash talk, new cheers, finding the ball in 4ft corn, finding the ball in 12ft corn, socializing, being with friends when we need eachother for a 90 minute break from realities of life.  All things good at Monday night volleyball.

Ok, so there was a little in it for me too.  It felt really good every once in awhile to pull off a spike or a good serve like the glory days of high school.  And to beat Bill Richie's team, that was good too.  My favorite quote on the court came from Bill to the beginners on his team, "ok boys, you need to take this a little more seriously, I don't like to lose."

Fall softball season began and it's been harder to squeeze in Volleyball Monday's.  Luckily Labor Day provided us with one last opportunity to close up the summer season in style.  VBM moved to its new improved location, sporting a bigger yard, tree lines for sun and wind protection, a swimming pool cool down station, and an old fashioned potluck picnic atmosphere.  Mies Farms will be the permanent location for all future volleyball events.  Love, love, love it! 


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Day 24 - Happy 8th Anniversary Baby!

We were sitting around with a group of adults chatting one evening when the topic of anniversaries came up.  We were asked how long we'd been married, and I couldn't recall at that exact moment so I threw out the number 8.  The group seemed to go along with it until someone started doing some math and realized Samantha was 9 at that time.  Not that it's not possible, but they brought the topic back our way and started questioning us again.

Since then, Ted and I have decided we like celebrating 8 years of marriage, for many reasons.  First, if we always make it our 8th Anniversary, then neither of us ever has to worry about getting the number wrong.  Second, when we celebrated 8 years of marriage the first time, we were 31.  That is SO young!  I can keep believing I'm 31, and you don't have to remind me that I'm not.  And 3rd, when we signed up for this agreement, the terms were for life, so the only anniversary number I really need to worry about at this point is 50.  We made a deal with the Richies that we'd all go back to Hawaii for our 50th Anniversaries.  I'm looking forward to that trip.  Imagine the possibilities!

Since it's our 8th anniversary today, I feel obliged to pass on some noteworthy wisdom we were given by our Pastor during pre-marriage classes.  "You may not always like eachother, but you still have to love eachother."  Ain't that the truth!  I could probably recall one or two instances in the past 8 years when I didn't like my husband very much.  I'm a smart woman though so I'm not going to offer up any of those instances, I know it goes both ways.  

As a newlywed, I had the ambitious idea that instead of saying "I love you", I would say "I love you today."  This way I would have to make sure to say it again tomorrow, and the next day, and so on because it's effect would wear off at the end of the day.  Young brides have big ideas.  I must confess that after 8 years have passed, I've probably missed a few days.  I did program the automatic text into my phone so that all I have to type is ilut and all the words pop up.  I've had this phone for about 2 years and just remembered this feature earlier this week.  I tried it out again on my husband who was outside working.  Low and behold, it still works!  Not less than 10 seconds later, he appeared in the doorway with a smile on his face. 

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Day 23 - Independence Day Victory was won in a Cardboard Boat

How will you celebrate your Independence this year on July 4th?  In the middle of a lake, sitting in a boat made out of cardboard and duct tape?  Somehow, coming out of Anna's mouth one summer night a few years back, this sounded like an excellent idea!

And so we spent the next week in the Richie garage constructing the best cardboard boat ever.  We were going for strength, speed, and sweet victory.  How many rolls of duct tape do you think that equals?  Well, at least one more was usually the answer.  Bill would even sneak an extra roll on late at night after everyone else had gone home, just to make sure this boat will float!  

Once the structure was final, it was time to decorate our fine vessel in none other than Illini Orange and Blue, complete with Chief Illiniwek.



Race Day, July 4th at the Sheedy Lake.  To claim the title, you had to race your boat across the lake and back not just once, but twice.  We needed to take first or second place in our heat, and still have something left that could do it all over again in the final round.  Analyzing the weights, strength and abilities of our team, we decided to put Bill and Ted on the oars and conquer this Excellent Adventure.  A fine job they did, boats were sinking to their left and to their right, but onward ho!  They claimed victory and we even took our boat back home that year rather than to the boat graveyard.

We missed the next year on account of a vacation on a non-cardboard boat.  But we came back strong in 2009 with an entirely new and not so original theme of a pirate ship.  Come on, who has never wanted to build and sail a Pirate Ship!  



It was a beautiful site, and we decided we were likely not in the running for first place this time around, so we loaded up the kids, along with Bill and Ted for an even more excellent adventure.  Dain snuck along some water balloon cannonballs and tried them out on during the race.  We did make it across the lake and back once, but the second time around it was more like a Fred and Barney Flintstone finish as their feet went thru the floorboards and they walked her to shore.  

One day we hope to be as cool as the Sheedy's and host our own cardboard boat race.  100% in the name of good fun.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Day 22 - Who makes the best cookies in the land?

How will we ever know...unless we have a competition?  

It was the summer of 2002, and I'd spent three years learning the ropes of how the locals do the Sangamon County Fair.  There were a few basic rules to know:

1. Friend a beer tent volunteer (probably your neighbor) = free beer 
2. Enter livestock = free weeklong parking pass inside the gates
3. Enter fair exhibits = free entry into the fair all week 
    (pass your exhibitor pass thru the fence = all your non-local friends and family get in free too)

On the evening before entries were due, we were trying to decide which category to enter.  A rivalry spawned as Ted felt confident his cookie making skills were superior to my own.  I wasn't about to let the moment pass and challenged him to an official cook-off.

Battle grounds: Sangamon County Fair 
Department: O-2 Senior Culinary
Class:  Cookies
Lot: 1 Peanut Butter 
Ted Mies vs. Julie Mies

The night before the fair came.  We each made our own separate batch of peanut butter cookies, picked the most perfectly round 3 cookies in our batch, placed them on a 6" white plate, bagged and tagged them and sent them off to the fair.  Anticipation mounted as we awaited the results from the judges.  We'd heard there were 45 entries in the category, so there was a very good chance neither of us would place.  Finally the doors opened on Wednesday morning while we were at the sheep show and we trotted over to the peanut butter cookie shelf to see how we did.  This is what we found....



What the heck!!!  How does that happen?  He used a potato masher to make the criss-cross in his cookies!  Mine were much prettier.  I was robbed!  Sad face.  That was the day Ted was awarded Head Chef of the Mies Household.  

Walking away in defeat, I knew I'd have to find a new route to go next year.  This cooking thing didn't work out as I planned.  If I can't beat this husband of mine, then I guess I'll join him.  And so evolved the Mies vs. Richie Fair Entry Face-Off.  

The first year we competed in the Duct Tape category.  Now mind you this was long before the days of colored and decorative duct tape and YouTube videos of anything you want to make with duct tape.  All we had to work with was gray tape, and our imagination.  Because Bill and Anna's anniversary was during the fair that year, we made Bill and Anna out of duct tape in their wedding attire.  The Richie's made an Illini Football helmet.  My memory is foggy, but I think the Mies's ranked higher the first year.  The 2nd year's category was refrigerator magnets, the winner would take front and center on Jean Ann's refrigerator and claim 'Mom's favorite' rights.  The Richie's won that year, but Ted's Kiss Lips Magnet still made it to Jean Ann's refrigerator front.  

Anna just picked this year's category, 
Department: Senior Hobbies and Handicraft
Class: Handicraft
Lot: 12-Fair Theme "The Sangamon County Fair is Out of this World"

If you happen to have experience in this category and have a clue of what we're supposed to make, MESSAGE me!  But don't message those Richies.

Looking forward to another fun Sangamon County Fair.  Get those entries in by May 31.  And if you cross paths with Ted, be sure to ask him about his famous sugar cookies.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Day 20 - Drive-In Movies anyone?

While digging thru piles of old college pictures the other night, I ran across one in particular that made me smile, perfect for sharing on this TBT.



This was a glimpse of the first social gathering Ted and I planned together.  It was Labor Day weekend Senior Year on campus.  New faces, no major studying underway yet, and a long weekend full of endless possibilities.   "Ok, so you round up as many Presby girls as you can find and I will grab all the FarmHouse guys and their trucks.  We'll pick you up at 5".  Time for a FarmHouse/Presby Impromptu Drive-In Movie Exchange in Gibson City.  Thanks to all of our friends who humored us back then and also to those who humor us today with our random impromptu social events.

And speaking of, I think it's time to plan another one.  Guys, grab your trucks, your wives and your kids.  Summer will be here soon and I don't know about you, but I'm ready to greet it with enthusiasm.  I'm thinking Memorial Day Weekend at the Springfield Route 66 Drive-In.  Like if you want me to tag you in on the details.