I had an itch on the tip of my nose. I finished the task at hand before I finally relented to the itch and lifted my hand to rub it when a client came through the door behind me. I waited until he had walked past my desk and was practically out the front door before I raised my hand to rub my nose. Of course at that exact moment he turned around to wave and say goodbye. I not so gracefully jerked my hand away from nose and waved back with a parting acknowledgment.
He probably thought I was picking my nose. Just great. LOL!
Laughter is the best medicine, it can restore your soul and lift your sagging spirits..........
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Mountaineer
I am no mountain biker by any means. I ride an older styled beach cruiser that squeaks and whines...........something that has definitely seen better days.
Last night I decided to venture out on a bike ride with my dad and brother. We were riding along the canal, going between paved and dirt roads when we came across some serious washboard looking mounds. I decided to test my bikes ability (as well as my own, wink-wink) and rode over a few of the mounds. They were a little more bumpy than I was expecting and I nearly flew out of my seat as my feet bounced off the peddles! From behind me I heard my dad exclaim, "What are you DOING?" I couldn't help but laugh at what I must have looked like as my Gilligan legs shot out to the sides.
A little farther down my brother and I came to a large hill we wanted to go down that led into a park. Just know that it was very dark out AND there was a lake at the bottom of the hill. My brother tore off on his mountain bike down the hill and I watched as he purposefully came to a fishtailed stop right before the waters edge. I was feeling rather brave and decided to follow suit. Halfway down I decided to do a random brake check. Despite hitting them hard I was still chugging down the hill..............headed directly for the waters edge. Rather than pull a wide arc to prevent riding into the lake I decided to pull my brothers move. Upon nearing the water I slammed on my brakes and felt pleasure race through me as I felt my back tire give a baby fishtail before I came to a complete stop. My brother laughed at the petite sound my fishtail made but I was thrilled just to be on my feet and not on the ground.
With an old beach cruiser like mine, if you don't push, you don't go. I think I had to work harder just to keep up with the boys last night so it's no wonder my legs felt like jello after our 8 mile bike ride. My buns are extremely sore today. I either need to add about 10 pounds directly to my toosh or I need to wrap my seat in bubble wrap.
I think I'll opt for bubble wrap. :)
Last night I decided to venture out on a bike ride with my dad and brother. We were riding along the canal, going between paved and dirt roads when we came across some serious washboard looking mounds. I decided to test my bikes ability (as well as my own, wink-wink) and rode over a few of the mounds. They were a little more bumpy than I was expecting and I nearly flew out of my seat as my feet bounced off the peddles! From behind me I heard my dad exclaim, "What are you DOING?" I couldn't help but laugh at what I must have looked like as my Gilligan legs shot out to the sides.
A little farther down my brother and I came to a large hill we wanted to go down that led into a park. Just know that it was very dark out AND there was a lake at the bottom of the hill. My brother tore off on his mountain bike down the hill and I watched as he purposefully came to a fishtailed stop right before the waters edge. I was feeling rather brave and decided to follow suit. Halfway down I decided to do a random brake check. Despite hitting them hard I was still chugging down the hill..............headed directly for the waters edge. Rather than pull a wide arc to prevent riding into the lake I decided to pull my brothers move. Upon nearing the water I slammed on my brakes and felt pleasure race through me as I felt my back tire give a baby fishtail before I came to a complete stop. My brother laughed at the petite sound my fishtail made but I was thrilled just to be on my feet and not on the ground.
With an old beach cruiser like mine, if you don't push, you don't go. I think I had to work harder just to keep up with the boys last night so it's no wonder my legs felt like jello after our 8 mile bike ride. My buns are extremely sore today. I either need to add about 10 pounds directly to my toosh or I need to wrap my seat in bubble wrap.
I think I'll opt for bubble wrap. :)
Monday, January 4, 2010
Flight of the Lemon
I will never again pick lemons at night.
I needed some lemons so I headed out into the dark with my flashlight, a box, and my dogs hot on my heels. They followed me as I went over to our lemon tree and watched as I set my box down. I tucked my little flashlight between my shoulder and neck and shined the light as best I could on the branches near my hand. I grabbed a lemon and started the twist technique. Basically, you twist the lemon until it pops off the branch. Well, that wasn't working so I went to plan B. I started to yank on the lemon in hopes of tearing it from the branch. I thought it was a good plan until a bird flew out of the tree and nearly hit me in the FACE! My heart nearly burst out of my chest and I'm sure I let out something similar to a panicked shriek as I grabbed my flashlight with my hand and tried to find the bird on its disturbed flight to the sky.
Unbelievable. Never again will I pick at night. LOL!
I needed some lemons so I headed out into the dark with my flashlight, a box, and my dogs hot on my heels. They followed me as I went over to our lemon tree and watched as I set my box down. I tucked my little flashlight between my shoulder and neck and shined the light as best I could on the branches near my hand. I grabbed a lemon and started the twist technique. Basically, you twist the lemon until it pops off the branch. Well, that wasn't working so I went to plan B. I started to yank on the lemon in hopes of tearing it from the branch. I thought it was a good plan until a bird flew out of the tree and nearly hit me in the FACE! My heart nearly burst out of my chest and I'm sure I let out something similar to a panicked shriek as I grabbed my flashlight with my hand and tried to find the bird on its disturbed flight to the sky.
Unbelievable. Never again will I pick at night. LOL!
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