Monday, July 23, 2007
I have been trying so hard to live a healthy lifestyle, I try to fit in 3 days of 45 mins. of cardio a week so today I decided I would ride my bicycle with Stevi to school then ride back to pick her up after school. Great idea right? Well piece of cake on the way, it was all down hill. The way back was another story. I did not stop, I was determined to keep going even if it killed me? I don't remember it being this hard when I was a kid. Let's just say, by the time I got back home, I was wheezing like a HEAVY smoked who had emphyzema. I couldn't talk, pet my dogs or even stop pacing to sit down for at least 15 minutes. That was this morning at 8:30 and 70 degrees out, can't wait till this afternoon when it is supposed to reach 99 at the hottest part of the day, which is usually around 3- 3:30 which is the EXACT time I need to leave to go back and get her. Well, if I do die from this, I guess I won't have to worry about the other 90 minutes for the week right?
Monday, July 16, 2007
When is too much, too much? When is it, I've done everything for you, you've done nothing for me? How many pieces can a heart break into before it is broken beyond repair? When do you give up hope and just come to the realization that it is what it is and people will never change no matter what consequences may arrive? Does anyone really know the answer to this? I sure don't. When is someone beyond help? Are we really equipped to handle the heartache we are dealt in life? And can we survive and still be the same person we always were or do we just become empty and a hollow shell of what we once were? Hmmmm, I hope someday I know this answer.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
I had to work on Saturday to do a wedding, so Jay went on the H.O.G. ride with our group by himself. I got a call around 3:30 from our friend Doug that he had an accident in Mammoth and was on his way to the hospital. When I am under pressure I automatically go into calm mode. So I made some phone calls and went to pick up Stevi and started out towards Mammoth. Of course there is no phone service from Reno to Mammoth in a lot of areas so the ride there was very worrisome and quiet. All I knew was that his bike was completely wrecked and so was Jay, they brought him in and nobody had seen him since. It took me 3 hours to get to Mammoth and right as I pulled in Jay walked out, slowly, with our friends Doug, Bill, Dave and Patty who were all concerned and kind enough to stay in Mammoth until I got there. We stayed the night and had a nice dinner at Perry's Italian Cafe and Restaurant, I am so thankful he is alive, he flipped his Fat Boy four times and bounced and skid at around 65 to 80 mph. Yes he was going too fast trying to catch up to the group. He has bruised and fractured ribs, stitches and multiple cuts and road rash all over his body, even his face, somehow he slid on his butt and face at the same time and completely took the seat of his pants off as well as half his rear. He is moving very slow and swollen, bruised, cut and his ego is bruised as well. I was told that nobody thought he was alive after they saw what they saw, so I am thankful I missed the ride. I saw his bike......I think that was when it really hit me......he probably shouldn't be here, thank God he is and I am so relieved, sad, scared and happy all at the same time. Tough lesson to learn, let's pray he did.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
So now I am 39. But hey, it has been a great week, not only did I get to go to Disneyland, but yesterday my baby sister took me to lunch and today my son, Christina and my future Grandson Jack brought me to lunch. Came home to a lazy afternoon and then my mom and sister and nieces stopped by with presents. I am getting older though, I now notice that I go to bed when I am tired, (even if it is only 7) I enjoy getting out of bed early to seize the day and suddenly I don't care what my legs look like in shorts if it's hot outside.....(when I did care, I probably didn't need to.) It is just another day and now I only have one year to go until I am 40. How will that be? I guess we will see. I just changed my cosmetology license in the salon which I have to renew every 2 years and Stevi says I look younger ever new picture. I must admit that I do, but I think it is just because the hairstyles have gotten better and I fell in love with my flat iron. Maybe not.