Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Happy Buddy Day!!!

(Remember this post? Yeah, you might want to disregard that second paragraph when reading this one.)

Wednesday is Buddy Day. And Buddy day is cool.

Buddy Day is a tradition that was started several years ago between myself and my pa-in-law. Every Wednesday, we call each other and we plan the day's adventures. And boy, we have had some adventures!

We have done everything on Buddy Day from scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef to climbing the Great Wall of China to surfing with the dolphins in Hawaii. But my all time favorite Buddy Day was the time we raced in the Hairless Cat Iditarod. If you think the regular Iditarod seems fun, you have no idea how much interesting the Hairless Cat version would be.

We set off early Wednesday morning, and headed North to the wilds of Alaska. There we met up with our nature guide, Chet. Chet was your typical outdoorsman, smoking a pipe and wearing a red plaid flannel shirt with suspenders to keep his pants up to the appropriate over-the-belly-button height.

Here's a picture of him and me with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. This was when I was blonde, and um, shorter, um, and looking nothing like myself.

And that isn't actually a dreamy look on my face, I was just cold. And he was singing, which was weird.

Anywhoo, we checked out our hairless cats, harnessed them up and set off. Here's a picture of Wayne's lead cat before we hooked him to the sled.
Feisty, huh? I don't have any actual pictures of the cats with the sled because I don't have that much time to play with Photoshop the camera didn't work well in the cold air.
I have to say, racing hairless cats is a thrill. The wind in your face as those skinny little legs try to pull the sled through the snow is refreshing. The only downside to the day was the team of Siberian sled cats that were talking trash.

Poor sports.

Other than that, we had a great time. Well, there was that one part where Wayne's cat team got spooked by someone barking like a dog, (I still don't know who would ever do something like that,) and ran up a tree. I really wanted a picture of Wayne hanging there by the leads, but I was laughing so hard I peed myself and I had to change.

Anyway, Happy Buddy, Day, buddy! I'll be waiting for your call! :)


Paging Doctor Mommy said...

WHAT IN THE WORLD? I feel a little dazed and confused right now!

Anonymous said...

Meee too - I didn't know you were married to a lumberman! And Siberian cats - WAH??? :)

Tracie said...

I don't have a lot of money, but I have decided to save up and take you in for a psycological evaluation. You scare the %$@%&&* out of me!!!

Marty (Tiff's husband) said...

And that's what happens when you combine lack of sleep, lack of adult interaction, and an extra creative mind...I love you Tiff.

TheOldestStudent said...

I had an adventure very similar to the one you have described. I was afraid I was the only one who knew about the world of hairless cat sports! I'm so glad to have found two others to share my love of the HCS with!

Anonymous said...

o.k. Tiff, we MUST schedule a playdate for the boys so that I can drive your supercool minivan again!!!