When reality has to set back in quickly

Hubster and I went on another bike ride on Saturday. It was the perfect weather for me. Not so windy and warm. Upper 70's. I can handle that.

So we called a sitter and Loren called his cousin and we went on a ride.

It's actually fun to ride motorcycles. You get to experience God's beauty without having to open your window. And once it gets warmer out there, you get to experience the bugs God made. Bugs that fly on your face or anywhere else they do. Just like they do on your windshield of your car.

One day, we were 'cool' riders. No helmets, just our hair blowing in the wind. We were driving down a country road enjoying the scenery when BAM! A bug comes flying fast and hits me smack dab in the middle of my forehead. I think I ended up with a bruise from that kamikaze bug. Nothing like bug juice running down your face while you are going 70 mph.

But Saturday we were 'safe' riders as opposed to 'cool' riders. Hubster had on his half hemet and I had on the full face helmet. I like to keep the bugs off my face, if you know what I mean.

I actually look like a dork compared to other riders out there. They are stylin'. They have the tight t-shirts with their hair pulled back in a nice bandana wearing these cool looking goggles. I have on my jacket over my t-shirt ( I'm a wimp, I don't like to 'feel' bugs on me. Besides, it was still cool out there) I'm wearing my prescription glasses that I need to see far and that wonderful full face helmet. I think I'm stylin' too!

So we head on down the highway, rolling with the big guys. No not really. We just drive. Around here we have been under a fire watch. With the high winds anything is possible. There have also been many wild fires. While we were riding, we saw one. It was quite a ways from the highway we were on, but you could see that it wasn't a little fire. By the time we came back around on our way home, the fire had gotten next to the highway. The firefighters were pretty busy.

We ended up having a good time. Even though my hiney fell asleep. I really couldn't feel it when I'd get off the bike. I'm assuming it was still there, I just couldn't really tell.

When we were leaving the Restaurant we ate at, we 'biker chicks' were going to make a pit stop. We waited in line. Of course women always have to wait in line at bathrooms. But there was only one bathroom for women and one bathroom for men. We waited for quite a while, I finally decided I was going in the men's bathroom. Enough waiting for me.

When I was waiting for my friend to get out, a little girl had been standing there watching us weirdo's go in the men's bathroom. I asked her if she wanted me to watch the door for her while she used it. (We'd been waiting a good 10 minutes for the bathroom to come open) She said no, that was the men's and she wanted to use the women's. What made me laugh was that she said that she hoped they wouldn't be until midnight because she had to go to church in the morning. She had her priorities straight.

When we were driving off the parking lot, I notice a group of little girls staring at us. When I turned to look at them, they waved like I was their long lost friend. I felt cool at that moment even if I did look like a dork.

We get home after a fun and relaxing and body parts sleeping ride. But what we find at home is anything but relaxing.

First we find the door going from the garage into the house wide open. Remember that we live in the country, and what critters live in the country? I'm sure we now have some uninvited house guests.

We then see OUR bedroom like this. Somehow they were all playing, chasing each other and AB hit his knee on the door frame and next thing you know, half of one side of the door frame is on the floor. At least no one got hurt.

I guess all good things must come to an end sometime.

What kind of Harley Motorcycle should I be?

Hubster is a big fan of racing. Nascar, truck, motocross, you name it he likes it. Speed channel is on at our house all the time when racing season is here. Because we have to watch qualifying on Thursday's, Craftsman truck series race on Friday's, practice and Busch race on Saturday's and then the big one- the Nextel Cup ( I think it's Sprint cup now) race on Sunday's.

We have to rush home from church on Sunday's in order to watch it all. And when Hubster sits on his recliner watching the race on whatever day, we know to leave him alone, because he is one with the TV.

Hubster is building a drag racer. He is outside working on his car whenever he can. He can already taste the feel of the asphalt ( or red dirt here in Oklahoma) in his mouth.

So lately, he's been watching Pinks all out on Speed channel. It doesn't matter that we have lots and lots of channels, only Speed, and occasionally Hallmark Channel, are watched.
Now, if I want to talk to him about something, it has to be in code.

For example:
"Honey?" no response from him.
"Do you know what the boys did today?" still no response. I know he's alive, because I can see his stomach moving.
"The boys, Harley Davidson Sportster 1200 custom, climbed, Harley Davidson Sportster Cross Bones, the house, Harley Davidson Road King Classic, to get, Harley Davidson Dyna Wide Glide, the ball, Harley Davidson VRSCAW V-Rod, to bounce, Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic, it into, Harley Davidson Road Glide, the basketball goal, Harley Davidson Ultra Classic Electra Glide."

Hard work for me, but I definately get a response.

I guess I need to become a motorcycle or a fast car. HMMM, let me sit here and ponder this a while. What shall I be?

Yes, I'm a biker momma without the leather

Hubster and I went on a bike ride on Saturday. I'm not talking bike like thin tires, 18 speed, pedal 'till your legs feel like they are going to fall off bike. No, I'm talking about this bike.

Now, I enjoy taking rides with my husband. I don't think my husband enjoys taking rides with me in enclosed vehicles because then all I do is yack. I'm with the kids all day and want some adult conversation when he's around. He's with adults that act like kids and doesn't want much conversation at home. He does listen to me, but I'm sure that all he hears is 'blah blah blah blah blah'.

So we went on what biker's call 'an awesome riding day'. You know, the sun is out, it's in the 60's and there is hardly any wind out. The kind of weather that biker's look forward to. You see them riding with just a sweatshirt and feeling the wind on their face. Not many bugs out there because it's still a little cold for them.

But not me. I had on a t-shirt with a sweatshirt over, then a heavy coat zipped up all the way to the top. Add some gloves and a full face helmet and I'm good to go. I do have to say that even though my upper body was nice and warm, my lower body was a little cold. I couldn't even feel my toes after a while. That's what I get for wearing tennis shoes with air vents. Silly me.

While on the back of this bike, their is no way to 'talk' to Hubster. So I just start with my warped thoughts. These are my true confessions.

Man, I am so warm, that sun feels good. I wonder how long it will be before my hiney starts hurting. Good grief, I have an itch on my nose. I can open the shield, but my gloves make it a little hard to scratch. Hmmm, I guess I'll just have to wait. Maybe if I twitch my nose the itch will go away. No such luck. OK, just think about something else.

Wow, I never noticed how cows just like to hang out in groups. I wonder if they ever get tired of sniffing each other's utters and butt. Look, there is a goat on the top of a small barn. I wonder if he's thinking like Leo on the Titanic, "I'm king of the world".

I'm kind've tired now, but sleeping on the back of this bike is not an option. I'll just be road kill if I nod off. So I'll just sit here and count cows. Nah, there's too many of those. I'll just count how many other bikers are out. Nah, that hurts my neck trying to turn. I'll just sit here and sing "O Happy Day". But wait, I don't know that song. Oh well, let me just sit here and take in all of God's beauty.

I guess It's OK to talk to myself. I sure hope myself doesn't answer. I sure wish this itch on my nose would go away.