Throw Me a Bone.

With less than 24 hours to go, all the mushers are in!

Well, all the mushers that my family members chose to follow in this year's Iditarod, that is.

The scientific mind clearly runs in the family as my son chose Nicolas Petit as his musher for the following reasons in descending order of relevance:


  1. Sponsored by Mr. Prime Beef.
  2. 2011 Rookie of the Year as last minute medical replacement (beat that, Stephen's hottie).
  3. Appearance (sweet hat\shades combo, prominent Adam's apple (Stephen's hottie's "Eve apples" will not come into play due to winter coat)).
  4. Sponsored by Ray Redington Sr., son of Iditarod co-founder Joe Redington Sr. Ray Sr sponsored my selection over his own gd son, Ray Jr., bib# 2. Drama!
  5. Sponsored by Spiff, Wiggy's, and a funeral home. 

My oldest daughter chose Dallas Seavey who, at 24, has a proven track record of success and a real potential to win the darn thing! She reports that he's a third generation musher, is married to a veterinarian, and thinks that, "Dogs, like people, just want to fit in." Well, he may be right about his dogs (and some people), but my daughter did not forget to mention first that "he's pretty good looking." (It's good to know that our hierarchy of values did not go unnoticed.)

After great deliberations, however, the youngest surprised me by choosing veteran musher DeeDee Jonrowe. First, she told me she could not possibly pick a musher without seeing his dogs. Funny. No one else thought we'd need to see the dogs who actually PULL the sled first before choosing our mushers! Then, after checking out all the pictures of  "men with long hair and fake mustaches and women with shampoo issues" she chose Jonrowe because she was "all cool and old."  I love that.

While their reasons for choosing a particular musher vary widely, they did all have one thing in common: they all willingly participated in their goofy mother's latest kooky project.

That's a win right there.

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