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I was surfin blogs this morning and visited a friend of mine. She got me to thinkin about my biker moments. Thought I would share how I fell into the biker chick role. My hubby has always had a thing for motorcycles. I enjoyed riding also, and was happy to take the "bitch" seat. I enjoyed the wind in my face, the scenery and not being responsible for keepin the tires on the road. In Feb 1992 I gave birth to my daughter, and Bri (my hubby) celebrated by purchasing a Harley. What a birthday gift huh? I was happy for him because I knew how much he loved it. I rarely rode with him as I seemed to be constantly attatched to the baby AND when my daughter was only 5 months old, I got pregnant AGAIN! (So much for the old wives tale that nursing mothers can't concieve) Not real easy to ride 2-up when you have a basketball for a belly. I really started enjoying going with Bri once our son turned 1 (Sept 1994) We joined the local HOG. Made tons of friends. We went on group rides ever...

Is it possible to be a wicked sports fanatic without having a "favorite" team?? I love team sports. Hockey, football, soccer even racing. Seems that sports has always been a big part of my life. In high school I was huge on team spirit. Didn't matter if our team was losing every game or traveling to State Championships, it was important to me to show my support. I have above average knowledge of rules and stratagies on most sports. I think that is the part of the game that intrigues me the most. Knowing why someone gets a penalty before it is announced. Knowing why some cars chose to take a pit stop when others choose to stay out during a caution flag. These are the things that fuel my love of the game. Today is a big sports day. And like alot of people, I will be avidly watching the 4 best teams in football fight it out to earn their division championships and their way to the Superbowl. The big question flying around this week has been, "Whose your team?" With...

My job is about as un-physical as they get. But what it lacks in a physical sense it makes up for in the mental realm. 7:30am this morning. Driving along enjoying the sun rise, humming my favorite tune or probably the one I last heard on the radio before exiting my car. Half way thru my elementary route. One of my 2nd grade boy riders (I will call him Dennis. As in, The Menace well cause it fits hehe) says to me... "Miss Chellie....Do kangaroos fart???" Supressing hysterical laughter I am thinking where the hell did this come from, when I glance in my overhead mirror to see Dennis sporting a brand-spankin new Outback Steakhouse t-shirt with a big ole happy kangaroo on the front. I take a moment to gather my thoughts before I reply knowing that it may be a trap of some kind. Go with the safe answer or so I thought. "Well Dennis, I would think that Kangaroos do fart." Dennis then proceeds to tell me that Barney (the 1st grade boy sitting next to him) thinks they do fa...

I feel like crapola. This frickin cold has kicked my booty!! It's C O L D as hell. I know I shouldn't whine about 40* but when it's 84* one day and then 40* the next, it literally throws ya for a loop. The drivers on the road this morning were Whacked!!! Season has arrived in full force and brought the snowbirds in flocks. BEWARE of cars with out of state license plates. I swear I dont know how people miss a 50' bright yellow monster bus with black stripes and big flashing lights, but it happens everyday 20 times a day! And everyone is in a bigger hurry then I am and goes to whatever lengths necessary to keep from being behind me. I can't get a parking spot in front of my own building anymore. With what I pay for this place I should have my own spot!! But Nooooooo I gotta park and could use a freakin shuttle I am so far away. No fun when I have a trunk full of groceries. I wanted to make Beef Stew for dinner. I started it yesterday and had to stop to go to my moms a...

I am a loyal employee, I do my job very well, I am always punctual and always willing to help pick up the slack from our ever short handed profession. Yesterday I called in sick, because well I am sick. Daily I am responsible to safely deliver 240 kids from home to school and back again. Catchin cooties is a job hazard. Happens to all of us due to exposure. This is my 2nd bout of cooties this school year. 2 weeks after school started was the first time. We were so short handed that I went to work even when I knew I shouldn't have. I was sick and miserable for 2 straight weeks. Ended up with Bronchitis and a hefty doctor and Rx bill to boot. I attribute that to not getting enough sleep and my inability to take any type of medication to help my symptoms due to the nature of my job. So this time I decide to try a different approach. I called off yesterday and doped myself up on anti-hystemines and attempted to sleep the day away. Good plan I thought. Maybe I can avoid getting so sick ...

Why does it seem to take tragedy and sadness to make me remember how precious every moment of every hour of every day is?? To lose a friend who was too young to pass, who left behind a young family and a slew of friends. To stand at a memorial service and realize that it could be me that people are mourning. I understand death. I have my ideas of what happens. It is the grief and sadness of the living that forces it home. Today... I will hug my children extra tight. I will love closer. I will smile more and I will absorb the moments I am blessed with now. For this moment, could very well be my last.