the Challenge

I worked three jobs in college. One of which was waiting tables.

Probably the most physically demanding job I've ever had. Unless you count the time I organized a "rock a-thon" fundraiser for my sorority on the campus square. Which technically I didn't get paid for and ultimately was asked to leave because I failed to get permission for my entire pledge class to bring a rocking chair to the school's most popular corner and "rock" for twelve hours straight.

It took a whole hour before campus officials kicked us out.

We didn't raise a single dime.

BUT, it was for a good cause and I may have become a legend. Or a teaching tool for what not to do.

I like legend better.

Kevin often remarks about the fact that he has never waited tables. And, as many times as I tell him he should do it....just once....for the experience....he resists.

And then... we heard about this.

Kevin and I saw an advertisement for it and verbally sparred over which one of us would beat the other to the top.

Naturally I would.

Just ask the Internet.

Which is what I'm doing...

I presented Kevin with a challenge. If I make it to the top before he does, then HE has to wait tables for a night at a local restaurant.

He hasn't thought of anything for me should he make it to the top first.

Probably because he knows he won't.

But I'd be willing to kick a soccer ball around for an indoor game...I mean really, how hard can THAT be?

My little sister can do it and she can't even make to spin class regularly.

I say...if you read this blog, all two of you, and you know Kevin, that would be the same two of you...give him a little nudge for me willya?

What's a little healthy competition among family?