The big day came - Kolby finally finished intern year! And it just so happened that Kolby picked "Wipeout" from the date bucket this month. So to celebrate, we created our own white trash, backyard version of Wipeout. Just our luck, a major rainstorm hit right as we were getting ready to launch, but we just used it to our advantage and went for it!
Klive got spooked right of the bat when Kolby blew the air horn. He decided that things would be a bit safer from the sidelines.
We drew numbers to see determine the order: June, Jess, Kolby, Klive and Winnie. June and Kolby tied for a win with a 3 minute 9 second run. Winnie took second with just over 4 minutes, Klive made it about a third of the way while holding his dad's hand and then just lay down on the ground in defeat. Mom injured herself on the moat swing (two c-sections = no stomach strength) but finished the course anyways.
Here's how the course played out: Spin on the bat 5 times and then try to whack the hanging tennis ball . . .
Hop through the hula hoop while the sprinkler assaults you, then wrestle the alligator and steal his jump rope . . .
Jump the rope to the trampoline where the big red balls await you. Pop a big red ball while being sprayed with silly string . . .
Land a flying dingle ball on the tower . . .
Jump the 4 bases without getting wiped out by a spinning sweeper arm . . .
Swing bravely across the turtle moat (Mom's Achilles heel) . . .
Channel your inner Katniss and land a rubber arrow on the sliding glass door . . .
Walk the slippery plank over the deep water below while being bombarded by punch balloons and water guns . . .
And finally, slide into the finish line on the world's slipperiest slip-n-slide.
The rain poured, the course challenged us to the very core, but we rose to victory. Okay, I had to slump to victory - it still counts.
We wolfed down our "Big Red Ball" sub sandwiches and salad topped with "Big Red Ball" cherry tomatoes.
And for dessert? What else, "Big Red Ball" cupcakes.
Some of us enjoyed the meal a little too much . . .
I won't name names but . . .
Someone always takes things a little too far. From all of us at the Johnson household, good night and big balls!