17 June 2009

You're Not Hardcore, Unless You Act Hardcore...

So I realize that I totally owe a blog to my birthday, and I promise I'm getting there, but since the birthday celebrations haven't come to an end quite yet (it's still June, people!) I'm holding off on that blog. Teaser: Husband was did an AMAZING job! Lot's of surprises involved!

Now...onto being hardcore, or at least attempting it.
After a long & amazing weekend Husband & I finally made it home. Don't you worry we didn't have any plans to stay sedentary just because we were home, oh no! We had been invited by the Bro & Sis-in-law to go try out a mountain bike trail here in town! Whoo hoo! Right? Oh, yeah!



Bro & Sis-in-law were bringing their lovelies down to the In-Law Hizzy for safe keeping during their upcoming Youth Trip Vaca. Husband & I decided we'd leave our fuzzy bundle of joy, Georgia, with the pack while we rode the trail. We got this new fandangled leash for Georgia...it's a harness for the person so that if running or biking, your hands are free, but your dog is still contained, awesome, right? Decided to test out this new leash as we rode our bikes to the In-Laws (out meet up place). It was awesome, Georgia was doing great! She was loving being able to run by my side, greatness. That is until (for those of you that have seen "UP"), "Squirrel!"
Yup, that's right, Georgia took off across my bike path. Like a nanosecond after this decision she looked up at my bike barreling straight towards her and her face said it all, "SHIT! What the crap did I just do, and WHY?!?" There was no stopping; I tried, to no avail. Ran over the poor dog, flew off my bike, and yes: slid across the pavement! Don't worry, I had a helmet on & Georgia was totally ok...not even a limp! Dumb dog! So I pass the dog off to Husband and work on getting my bike to the In-Law's house. The handlebars were turned and the chain had come off so I got to walk it the rest of the way. That is after being made fun of by an eighty-two year old man who was taking his daily walk.
Here's what my hand looked like after that little spill:



Anyway, we got my bike fixed up & all our bikes loaded, and we were off! Bro & Sis-In-Law informed us their friends would be joining us. The more the merrier, right? You would think so, and we did, despite the fact that these very friends are superb Andventure Race participants. That means this chick is REALLY going to be put to shame...but this couple is super awesome & totally encouraging so off we go! Before the others got there the four of us (Bro & Sis-in-law, Husband, and I) rode a few laps on the Blue/Red Trails aka the Bunny Slopes. It was AWESOME! Not overly technical but SO pretty! Who knew this existed in the Red Stick?!? Easy breezy aside from the slight run in my bike handles had with Sis-in-law's rear end. (it was totally her fault...she took a detour off the trail & my breaks just didn't go into effect quickly enough...see her fault?)
So the Adventure Racers show up, we do the Blue/Red Trail one more time then get bold and do a Red Trail! Woot, Woot! Moving up! This trail wasn't too bad, a little more technical, but nothing major. Then it happens...Adventure Racer Husband strokes our egos telling us how awesome we're doing and encourages us to take on another branch of the Red Trail. I must say this was pretty awesome! I mean we were biking crazy curves, then uphill, then the insane (for me, the beginner) down hills!

Adrenaline pumping, we took more & more branches of the Red Trail and soon I totally knew why I should have stayed on the bunny trail! There was this one ravine that wasn't even that bad...just stay hard right. Well my wheel decided to get snatched by a rut to the left and BAM! I was flying through the air over my handle bars for the second time that day! The bad part, I was totally bringing up the rear, and the plummet knocked the breath out of me while tearing up what was remained of my left palm, scrapped up my elbow, and yes, added more bruises. But I couldn't call ahead to let anyone know I'd fallen because I couldn't BREATH. Husband was good though & circled back when he didn't see me behind him any longer. We caught up with the group (by caught up I mean the Adventure Racer Wife circled back to tell us which way to turn on the next 2 paths). Well, that's the last we saw of human life for a while...as the sun began it's decent the other guys found us, and were all, "Whew, the four of you?"...Husband and I were all, "Uh, the two of us..." So Bro-in-law told us to follow him & Adventure Racer Husband took off to find the other ladies (who somehow made it around the lake!) Obviously we all made it back to the car & we were all so stoked at the fun we had! Here are my battle wounds:



Anyway, I washed out as much gravel & dirt as I could...and I already had a doctors appointment for Tuesday so I had them take a look at my battle wounds and they removed the few pieces of gravel I hadn't, shot me up with some Tetanus anti-bodies, and wrapped me up to look like this awesomeness:

21 May 2009

13 May 2009

desolate island...

I’m tired of feigning happiness, the ephemeral attempt to let everyone know its all ok. I need room to breathe and be me. Me, without prying eyes or judging hearts. My life has quite a dark and twisted path to my past. I’ve done my best to sequester all these wretched things onto an island that I never visit. Its how I dealt, how I deal. Every now and again my life collides with this island. Usually by form of something as innocent as a message in a bottle, a screaming reminder of the things I’ve forced behind me. These bottles so crudely wrapped in barbed wire they’d slice your soul with just a glance. Yet so ornately decorated you can’t help but indulge the desire to pick them up. Thinking you’ll be ever so gentle that you won’t get injured that you won’t disturb the darkness swirling within. It never fails though…that darkness refuses to remain stagnant. In the instant you touch that bottle, that devious little reminder, it engulfs you. Drowning you in those memories, those feelings, making you gasp for breath. You know you’ll be stuck treading, head barely above water, and that’s when you wish you shared this island with someone. Not in the sense that you feel you have to awaken the island…more in the fact that you had someone who understood the grasp of the island. It is a tumultuous reminder that you will never get to be, just happy. It’s something that’s absolutely impossible to explain. Unless you have an island you will never understand the power anyone’s island holds. You will be baffled by their angst and helplessness. You’ll do everything you can to “make it better” but it doesn’t work like that. I’ve tried…I’ve invited people to experience that darkness but their lack of comprehension never fails. I’ve had a thousand attempts at understanding that only leads to frustration on both parts.
It seems the easiest way to coexist with such a past is to remove it from memory altogether. But it’s those instances when you’re treading, barely breathing that you wish it was possible to share this with the ones you love most so you wouldn’t have to pretend. That you only had to be you around everyone instead of holding the pretense of happiness for those in your life that need you to be that person. You feel it, those closest to you see it, the falter behind the mask, but how do you get around it? How do you refuse this engulfing sadness, kill it, disarm it…

09 May 2009

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06 May 2009

What's wrong with Georgia...

when i picked up Georgia from the in-laws today...this is what i found:


That's right, my baby has a fat lip!


We're not really sure what happened...


is it a snake bite?


a bee sting?

do we need to rush the poor girl to the ER
or wait till her Dr appt tomorrow?
it's swollen but only slightly tender...she's
acting normally...but of course we feel so badly!



Ended up putting a call into the ER...of course
without seeing her, there's not much they could
gather...


on their advice gave her some benadryl &
have been watching her for signs
lethargic, temperamental, breathing, etc.

she's doing fine...but i'm still nervous...poor dear!

04 May 2009

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03 May 2009

Note to Self...

try this grilled cheese sandwich:
Rosemary Focaccia Bread
Monterrey Jack Cheese
Avocado
Smoked Turkey
Applewood Smoked Bacon
Balsamic Mayonnaise

and this grilled cheese sandwich:
Pullman Loaf Bread
Goat Cheese
Brie
Green Tomatoes
Chopped Smoked Bacon