but driving one? That's even better.
Wouldn't it be nice if...
they were fixing the bike today?
Oh, by the way? When I say 'bike', there's only one thing I mean. A motorcycle. Heaven on two wheels. Pure amazing freedom. I rode on my first bike when I was little. I can't even remember the age. My dad was driving his green yamaha, and I was in front. Just around the block, though, and not too fast.
Instead of his & her monogram towels, my paren'ts had his & her motorcycles. His was a dull-apple green, and hers was a bright gorgeous sparkly cerulean blue. I fell in love with two things that day. The Cerulean Blue and motorcycles.
The next time I even set foot on a bike I was 15, and it was a motocross bike. I couldn't grasp the concept of evening out the clutch and the gas to make it go, and it was the same with a manual car. Once I got it into 2nd gear on, it was easy. First though? That....was a horse of a different color.
Since I had grown up around bikes, when my friend Jason pulled into the driveway on his slick new Shadow, I didn't hesitate. I hopped on the back of that thing like a fat kid would eat cake. I had grown up around bikes, just like I had guns. Whereas most parent's would be apalled that their child was hopping on the back of a bike at 18, my dad's only requirement was that he needed to drive it first. Just once, around the block. This time, I was on the back. That's when the love affair really started.
There wasn't anywhere Jason & I went that summer that I wasn't on the back of his bike. Unless his girlfriend was, but her parent's wouldn't let her most of the time. That was my senior year of high school.
Now, I'm in Austin, Texas. Motorcycles are all over the place. One of my best girlfriends & her husband ride, my aunts boyfriend rides, Homeboy rides (but doesn't have a bike...anymore). It's practical to have a bike, and more than practical, it's almost a requirement.
So wouldn't it be nice, if they were fixing the broken bike in the garage, if all it needs is a new clutch, and oil change, and a little love.
And all this from an assumption, because someone nodded to the garage where the bike is, and when I asked what they were doing tomorrow, neither one answered, but switched the subject.
A girl can definitely dream, right?
2/13/11
The dreaded
Valentines Day. It's tomorrow. The dreaded holiday that is all flowers and candy and lovey-mother effing-dovey.
I am on the brink of despising it.
It's not because I've always been single on V-day, or because they've all been horrible. Quite the contrary. I had a boyfriend for two Valentines day's, and they were so sweet and nice. All the rest, I've broken up with the poor guy before the day devoted to red and pink even came around. I just feel that there shouldn't be one day devoted to being sweet. Flowers for no reason are way better than flowers on Valentines Day. Then it seems like they're mandated.
Give me the martyrdome. That's what I want. Give me the history behind the day. I'm more interested in history that stands the test of time than flowers that're only garunteed for five days. Granted...every girl loves flowers... but give me the poem the Duke of Chaucer wrote. Give me history, or give me death.
Yea--I went there.
I understand that St. Valentine signed it 'you're Valentine' and I understand that he helped lovers get married under cover. I get that, but let's remember the secrecy, yea? Not mass produced cards candy and colorful flowers. Remember elopements, persecution and death.
How's that for a twist on your favorite day, America?!
This year I have a Valentine. Which is weird. It's not just let's watch a movie & go out to a nice dinner because we're in high school.
No--instead, he said it's up to me. Whatever I want to do for Valentines Day is up to me. No more being indecisive, 'Put your foot down and tell me what you want to do.'
Something fun. No fancy dinner.
I want to watch the sun set in Lake Michigan.
I want to go to the batting cages.
or a shooting range.
I'm that kind of girl.
Give me a helmet and a hunk of explosive metal, give me a rock to climb.
Not a candle lit dinner.
I think St. Valentine would greatly approve of that.
I am on the brink of despising it.
It's not because I've always been single on V-day, or because they've all been horrible. Quite the contrary. I had a boyfriend for two Valentines day's, and they were so sweet and nice. All the rest, I've broken up with the poor guy before the day devoted to red and pink even came around. I just feel that there shouldn't be one day devoted to being sweet. Flowers for no reason are way better than flowers on Valentines Day. Then it seems like they're mandated.
Give me the martyrdome. That's what I want. Give me the history behind the day. I'm more interested in history that stands the test of time than flowers that're only garunteed for five days. Granted...every girl loves flowers... but give me the poem the Duke of Chaucer wrote. Give me history, or give me death.
Yea--I went there.
I understand that St. Valentine signed it 'you're Valentine' and I understand that he helped lovers get married under cover. I get that, but let's remember the secrecy, yea? Not mass produced cards candy and colorful flowers. Remember elopements, persecution and death.
How's that for a twist on your favorite day, America?!
This year I have a Valentine. Which is weird. It's not just let's watch a movie & go out to a nice dinner because we're in high school.
No--instead, he said it's up to me. Whatever I want to do for Valentines Day is up to me. No more being indecisive, 'Put your foot down and tell me what you want to do.'
Something fun. No fancy dinner.
I want to watch the sun set in Lake Michigan.
I want to go to the batting cages.
or a shooting range.
I'm that kind of girl.
Give me a helmet and a hunk of explosive metal, give me a rock to climb.
Not a candle lit dinner.
I think St. Valentine would greatly approve of that.
2/9/11
What a Weird day
Please tell me there is a full moon tonight, because today has been the oddest day, and I need an explination for it. Another co-worker today told me that he liked my swagger. I quote "You're always immaculately groomed, your attitude is amazing. You carry yourself well. I like your swagger, kid."
Talk about an ego boost to start the day. Didn't last long, though. Soon shit started to hit the fan. Enter: The Pizza Incident.
Jealousy is a funny thing, and I'm not sure that's what Loretta (yea...that sounds like a good name for her) has, but a handful of people think so. Someone first suggested that to me after what happened today. I asked the Aussie about it, and he shot back with, "Well, you do seem to get quite a lot of male attention."
....Excuse me? I do? How come I wasn't aware of this? Male attention? I don't even know what that is.
I wasn't pretty up north. Maybe it was just because I didn't have self confidence, or I cared, and now I do have self confidenceand I don't care. It's hard to say. This is a whole new concept to me, and I'm surprised by it. Then it goes back to Homeboy, and how he makes me feel like I am all of those things. I'm very confident in myself and my abilities. Speaking of abilities, now let's fast forward.
Back at work, the district Sales mangers came in. I talked to them for a bit, not even trying to give them my A game, but apparently I did. They were very impressed that someone so young could be so professional, and I feel like I charmed the pants off of them. Well, how could I not? Anyone with my father would know it just comes naturally, just like typing over 200 wpm (that's words per minute, fools!). Crazy day, I tell you.
Not to mention after coming back from lunch, the Task force was outside of work by the fence, doing a raid. Joey and I were sitting in her car, and not once did we notice what was happening outside until it was over and they were all standing there escorting people into vans.
...really? How do you miss policeman all dressed up piling out of three unmarked Creeper vans? Apparently when you're Joey and I, it's easy. Especially when you're caught up in thinking you're going to be fired from a part time job that you desparately need.
I'm telling you guys--weird day. Very, very weird day.
Talk about an ego boost to start the day. Didn't last long, though. Soon shit started to hit the fan. Enter: The Pizza Incident.
Jealousy is a funny thing, and I'm not sure that's what Loretta (yea...that sounds like a good name for her) has, but a handful of people think so. Someone first suggested that to me after what happened today. I asked the Aussie about it, and he shot back with, "Well, you do seem to get quite a lot of male attention."
....Excuse me? I do? How come I wasn't aware of this? Male attention? I don't even know what that is.
I wasn't pretty up north. Maybe it was just because I didn't have self confidence, or I cared, and now I do have self confidenceand I don't care. It's hard to say. This is a whole new concept to me, and I'm surprised by it. Then it goes back to Homeboy, and how he makes me feel like I am all of those things. I'm very confident in myself and my abilities. Speaking of abilities, now let's fast forward.
Back at work, the district Sales mangers came in. I talked to them for a bit, not even trying to give them my A game, but apparently I did. They were very impressed that someone so young could be so professional, and I feel like I charmed the pants off of them. Well, how could I not? Anyone with my father would know it just comes naturally, just like typing over 200 wpm (that's words per minute, fools!). Crazy day, I tell you.
Not to mention after coming back from lunch, the Task force was outside of work by the fence, doing a raid. Joey and I were sitting in her car, and not once did we notice what was happening outside until it was over and they were all standing there escorting people into vans.
...really? How do you miss policeman all dressed up piling out of three unmarked Creeper vans? Apparently when you're Joey and I, it's easy. Especially when you're caught up in thinking you're going to be fired from a part time job that you desparately need.
I'm telling you guys--weird day. Very, very weird day.
Do you have the Ations?
It shouldn't matter. Whatever he is doing shouldn't matter to me. Go take a trip with your girlfriend who's parent's are paying for everything that you can only use for a vacation. Have at it. That seems fishy. Why wouldn't they give you the money for a more practical use? You know--seeing as how you lost your job and now have no way of paying rent. Tensions are only going to get higher from what they already are about money.
This is why you shouldn't move in with your significant other after only 3 months off-again-on-again dating.
No one is perfect, no relationship is perfect, and I know this. Yet the sheer rediculousness of half the problems that I hear about makes me question everything. I also admit that a bit of it is jealousy. I also believe that half the things I hear about are promises that are never to come true. You know, like the friend you had in high school who moves to the big city you're living in now and says, "Hey, we should get together for a drink sometime! It'd be really great to see you." and you agree, but it never happens. Empty promises fill the world.
Also, a note to the girl: I'm his best friend. A shitty one at times, yes, but I'm a part of his past, of course there are going to be pictures of us together on his laptop, in his room, etc. You can't get upset about that. Once again: showing immaturity. I become so aggravated, so insanely irritated whenever this happens.
Just when I think I've reached the peak of my irritation, and that everything is going to go downhill from here, my reality comes back to me. The random text message asking me "How do you determine what size mountain bike you need?" or the video of his dog just rolling around in a pond.
My reality.
My not-so-empty promises.
My up-for-anything yet loves-being-a-hermit-guy.
He makes me feel skinny. When we're just laying there and he finds my hip bone jutting out. He makes me feel sexy, when he strokes my hair away from my neck, "I like seeing the curve." before bending down and kissing all over it. He always makes me laugh, and feel like there's someone reliable there. Someone thinks aobut nice surprises to give me. Even though I talk about how he irritates me, I can't help but remember how lucky I am that when we're together, he's always constantly touching me.
That's my reality.
He has all of the 'Ations'. His own habitation, transportation,occupation and education. He has them all.
My reality doesn't have empty promises, they're all attainable.
That's what I have to remember.
This is why you shouldn't move in with your significant other after only 3 months off-again-on-again dating.
No one is perfect, no relationship is perfect, and I know this. Yet the sheer rediculousness of half the problems that I hear about makes me question everything. I also admit that a bit of it is jealousy. I also believe that half the things I hear about are promises that are never to come true. You know, like the friend you had in high school who moves to the big city you're living in now and says, "Hey, we should get together for a drink sometime! It'd be really great to see you." and you agree, but it never happens. Empty promises fill the world.
Also, a note to the girl: I'm his best friend. A shitty one at times, yes, but I'm a part of his past, of course there are going to be pictures of us together on his laptop, in his room, etc. You can't get upset about that. Once again: showing immaturity. I become so aggravated, so insanely irritated whenever this happens.
Just when I think I've reached the peak of my irritation, and that everything is going to go downhill from here, my reality comes back to me. The random text message asking me "How do you determine what size mountain bike you need?" or the video of his dog just rolling around in a pond.
My reality.
My not-so-empty promises.
My up-for-anything yet loves-being-a-hermit-guy.
He makes me feel skinny. When we're just laying there and he finds my hip bone jutting out. He makes me feel sexy, when he strokes my hair away from my neck, "I like seeing the curve." before bending down and kissing all over it. He always makes me laugh, and feel like there's someone reliable there. Someone thinks aobut nice surprises to give me. Even though I talk about how he irritates me, I can't help but remember how lucky I am that when we're together, he's always constantly touching me.
That's my reality.
He has all of the 'Ations'. His own habitation, transportation,occupation and education. He has them all.
My reality doesn't have empty promises, they're all attainable.
That's what I have to remember.
1/29/11
Lazy Days*
It's days like these that are my absolute favorite. Overcast, muggy, rain threatening to fall at any second, lazy days. The kind of days where you just want to sit on your couch and watch netflix all day long, with re-heated Chinese food and either your closest girlfriend or your boy.
Don't get me wrong, blue skies and sunshine are part of the reason I moved to Austin, but I think it's because there's always blue skies and sunshine that I appreciate these days more.
I'd give anything to be on the couch with Erynn right now, being lazy and watching B-rated movies. An amazing second would be with him, laying on the bed with his arm around me, watching movies we've seen a 100 times before. That would also include pretending to be Emril and Paula Dean, cooking anything and everything, while making fun of my 'Canadian Accent'.
For the record: Michiganians do not have an accent, the midwest is said to have the most accurate dialect in the United States, and not only that, Canadians have an accent, thank you very much.
This day deserves part of it to be dedicated to writing. I haven't actually written anything worthwhile in a long time, and I'm dying to get my hands on my laptop today. My Venti Iced Marble Mocha Macchiato in hand, and ideas in the other, I'd be unstoppable.
Alas, I am at work until 6. Trying to get 24 leads before 6 PM tomorrow night. Talk about discouraging. Instead of being lazy, I have to put myself out there. Talking non-stop, no comfortable silences, and, probably, during my lunch, I'll be talking about 'business' instead of relaxing while eating my Healthy Choice Steamer and my orange. Which reminds me, I didn't bring a drink.
All-the-while, it's still a good day. A good soundtrack is playing, good people are here, and even though it's a dreary lazy day, I still feel like I'm walking on sunshine.
Don't get me wrong, blue skies and sunshine are part of the reason I moved to Austin, but I think it's because there's always blue skies and sunshine that I appreciate these days more.
I'd give anything to be on the couch with Erynn right now, being lazy and watching B-rated movies. An amazing second would be with him, laying on the bed with his arm around me, watching movies we've seen a 100 times before. That would also include pretending to be Emril and Paula Dean, cooking anything and everything, while making fun of my 'Canadian Accent'.
For the record: Michiganians do not have an accent, the midwest is said to have the most accurate dialect in the United States, and not only that, Canadians have an accent, thank you very much.
This day deserves part of it to be dedicated to writing. I haven't actually written anything worthwhile in a long time, and I'm dying to get my hands on my laptop today. My Venti Iced Marble Mocha Macchiato in hand, and ideas in the other, I'd be unstoppable.
Alas, I am at work until 6. Trying to get 24 leads before 6 PM tomorrow night. Talk about discouraging. Instead of being lazy, I have to put myself out there. Talking non-stop, no comfortable silences, and, probably, during my lunch, I'll be talking about 'business' instead of relaxing while eating my Healthy Choice Steamer and my orange. Which reminds me, I didn't bring a drink.
All-the-while, it's still a good day. A good soundtrack is playing, good people are here, and even though it's a dreary lazy day, I still feel like I'm walking on sunshine.
1/14/11
I'm so doing this.
Diva's Unite!
Yea, I'm taking place in a Diva 5k in March. March 5th, to be exact. It'll be complete with a tiara, feather boa AND a rose for Me (and everyone else who participates)!!
Super Stoked.
Let the training commence.
Yea, I'm taking place in a Diva 5k in March. March 5th, to be exact. It'll be complete with a tiara, feather boa AND a rose for Me (and everyone else who participates)!!
Super Stoked.
Let the training commence.
1/7/11
New Years Resolution
I've never liked New Years Resolutions. Year after year, people make them, and year after year another one is broken, and people laugh at their goals.
I feel like I've already reached my New Years Resolution. I did that three months ago tomorrow. I've moved out of my comfort zone and into real life. I still can't believe I'm here. Everytime I pass the city I get chills. Really, I do. This incredibly lucky feeling overcomes me, and I'm just so relieved. I may not be doing much, but at least I'm not doing it in Swartz Creek. It takes a very strong willed and determined person to move away from everything they've ever known and do something completely different. I always talked about it, dreamed about it, and finally realized I had it in me.
In one day, I'll be in a land of (hopefully) snow and comfort, where 18* is the high and 12*is the low. Ahh, welcome home. The land of comfort, Koney Dogs, and close friends. The place where it's great to visit and grow up, but never to live again. It's the place with a real wood-burning fireplace, iced over creeks and rivers, snow grazing the top of Sparty's head, and crazy bad roads.
Like I said,
it's home.
I've never been more excited to go and visit :)
So, here's my new years resolution. To be happy--wherever I am-- and to kick ass at whatever I do.
Shouldn't be too hard when I'm already succeeding, huh?
I feel like I've already reached my New Years Resolution. I did that three months ago tomorrow. I've moved out of my comfort zone and into real life. I still can't believe I'm here. Everytime I pass the city I get chills. Really, I do. This incredibly lucky feeling overcomes me, and I'm just so relieved. I may not be doing much, but at least I'm not doing it in Swartz Creek. It takes a very strong willed and determined person to move away from everything they've ever known and do something completely different. I always talked about it, dreamed about it, and finally realized I had it in me.
In one day, I'll be in a land of (hopefully) snow and comfort, where 18* is the high and 12*is the low. Ahh, welcome home. The land of comfort, Koney Dogs, and close friends. The place where it's great to visit and grow up, but never to live again. It's the place with a real wood-burning fireplace, iced over creeks and rivers, snow grazing the top of Sparty's head, and crazy bad roads.
Like I said,
it's home.
I've never been more excited to go and visit :)
So, here's my new years resolution. To be happy--wherever I am-- and to kick ass at whatever I do.
Shouldn't be too hard when I'm already succeeding, huh?
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