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Things that Stink

Girl Scout Hayrack Rides.

They look innocent enough, the hayrack rides do. In 30 degree weather, though? Not so much. I had on 3 sweaters and a coat. My face and feet froze.

My daughter stood in line for hot chocolate, and an adult hogged the last bit. The adult right in front of her.

We ditched the hot dog cookout in the freezing temps and went to Pizza Hut instead.

I made her hot chocolate at home.

Ever been amongst a group of girl scouts where some were unsupervised? Say around Jr. High age? Rowdy. They are just loud and rowdy. Not a good example for a 6-year-old, who I asked afterward not to turn out like that.

They were singing, “Joy to the world, Justin’s dead. We cut off his head! Don’t worry about the body; we flushed it down the potty…. “

And then there was the boy scout leader who went around asking people for hugs and talking up his boys, like they were the sexiest people in the world… “Oh… look at his skin… don’t you want to just kiss his face?” Umm… give me your badge number or name or something, dude. I want to report you.

This was going to be the day

where The Little Kid had two teeth pulled to make way for some permanent teeth. We decided to get a second opinion, and cancelled the appointment. I’m going to go get all of her dental records after work and then deliver them to a new pedodontist next Wednesday.

It will be handier having all our dental issues handled in one building, between the three of our family members.

Also, the original pedodontist did not have a gas option. I’m not sure I want TLK dosed up with gas, but I guess I’d like to have the option to. I just kept seeing her horrified at having a tooth pulled. I’m sure she’d get over it… we all do, but this is my little kid.

Anyone else had this done with their kids?

Work Fun

One out of two monitors ordered from Dell showed up today.
My boss said, “Where’s the other monitor?”
Me: “I imagine it’ll be here tomorrow. Only this one came today.”
Him: “So, you put the other one on (blah blah’s) desk?”
Me: “No, because THIS IS THE ONLY ONE so far.”

This is where he goes to blah blah’s office to see if there is a new monitor there or not. He’s doing this because he doesn’t believe me.

Later, the subject came up again. I said, “I wasn’t kidding. There is only the one monitor so far.”

Him: “Well, I get so many stories around here…”
Me: “Not from me, you don’t.”

Hopefully, he figured out I was not kidding.

77 Degrees in 长篇爽欲亲伦1—96

doesn’t come along often. It would have been the perfect day to ride to work, if only I’d had more traffic driving under my belt. We did take the bikes out after work and make a long loop around the neighborhood. It was a 20 minute ride. I could have been out longer, but it was getting dark, and right now, at least, I like to see where I am going.

I’m looking forward to next Spring, and those days here and there before that, in the winter, when it’s going to get warm enough to ride more… maybe on the weekend, even, when it doesn’t get dark at 5:30 (for crying out loud!).

Full Moon

I was able to grab this picture of the full moon, after several hazier attempts. I was happy to get this shot, where you could at least see the moon’s “face”.

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Full Moon

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Saturday Stuff

Yamaha Maxim 700cc

Yesterday, I gathered up the nerve to ride a motorcycle on the streets. My husband and I rode to the Harley Dealership across town. The only real problem I ran into was stopping on a hill and being able to go forward when the light turned green. The engine quit. The traffic was patient as I restarted the bike and took off, finally.

It was a fun ride and a great sense of accomplishment to take 1/2 hour ride and get there safely. I find that this accomplishment improves my self-confidence, which I sometimes lack.

My mother-in-law’s birthday was Tuesday. We finally caught up with her yesterday. We bought a box of Yankee Candle Autumn tealights and a pretty candle holder to put them in. It was a big, white globe with cut-outs that looked like lace, for the light to come through.

Today, it’s off to my stepdaughter’s new house to see what we can do to help her move, finishing a sewing project for The Little Kid, and prepping the pop-up camper for the winter. This doesn’t sound too relaxing, but I guess weekends can’t always be about lounging around. 🙂

Interested in Motorcycling?

Check out the Rider’s Edge website. I watched a few videos last night, and what they show is exactly what class was like.

I think one thing will always stick in my head. It was something my instructor said when he noticed I was braking with 3 fingers instead of 4…. again! He said, “I can’t ride your bike for you!” It made me more determined to do it right, and that’s what I needed.

When I came out of the gate during the final driving test, I said to myself, “This is a piece. of. cake.” and went for it. I had the fastest time. I was shocked, and happy to have been able to do that.

At the end, we all got fun certificates. Mine said, “Most Improved”. 🙂

I Heart the DMV

Having been told that I only needed to take my proof of taking the rider safety course to the DMV to get my new license, I went to the closest one. After standing in line for 10 minutes, I was told that I had to go to a DMV with a “testing facility”.

I was on my lunch break. I knew I would be late, but I was determined to get my motorcycle license.

Next stop, “Little Mexico”, where I stood in line for a few minutes before the teller kindly told me that I needed to go across the hall first, to fill out paperwork. I don’t know what YOUR DMV is like, but here, they only help people when they are done with lunch, and whatever else it is they do behind that sliding window.

I filled out the paperwork and was finally called back for an eye test. The paperwork had asked me what color my hair was. I wrote “BL”. That could only mean one of two things in MY book… “BLonde” or “BLue“. Mind you, I was standing right there, when she asked, “WHAT color is your hair?” I should have said “Blue!” just to get her to look for herself.

So, paperwork in hand, I went back to the other side, where I waited behind 10 other people. I finally got up to the window and the clerk couldn’t figure out what I was changing.

“Erm… I am adding a motorcycle designation.” She raised an eyebrow, ever so slightly and said, “Walk down here and we’ll take your picture.”

And I walked out into a half-decent day with my brand-new motorcycle license, fully expecting to give my bike another whirl when I got home. Or not. The 40 mph winds and freezing temps going on by then were hardly conducive to safe, novice motorcycling.

Nebraska rocks.

I Passed!

I passed the field and the writing test to get my motorcycle license! Yay for me.

This morning, someone lost control of their bike and flipped himself clear over his handlebars. The bike flipped, too. He decided to take a break until next spring. The instructor said that he didn’t know why his throttle kept rolling on… I bet I know (cause I did it, too)! It’s because he was probably leaning his wrist on it.

Another person laid their bike down a couple of times, because we were doing slow, tight curves. She kept after it, and did really well in the final field test. There were plenty of us putting our foot down here and there, as we felt wary that the slowness was going to involve the bike falling over. I have it in my head… “The bike does not go down”.

Anyway, it was fun, and although my mom would like me to take out more life insurance, “slow” adaptation to traffic is the key. I don’t plan to do more than a block in the neighborhood until spring. Winter’s coming, you know. 🙂