Thursday, January 21, 2010

Talk About Timing

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!

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. :)

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!