Barbie And Her Bike

2012-01-17T08:46:00.002-06:00

Call it writers block. Call it what you will but there is a void in the blog post department. It could be the lack of bike riding because, obviously, all my good ideas come to me when I am on my bike.

Let me get you up to speed with a quick post.

We made it through another holiday season with a new family.

Dad is getting married to Lydia this week. Yes, the same lady he met on-line. There is something so wrong about my dad meeting someone on-line and getting married- before me. Seriously, they are a perfect match and I couldn’t be happier for the young couple.

And me… well… Ya know…

I have a new beau with two little chaps. My Saturday morning bike rides have turned into early morning tickle fights and dinner has been more pizza than I have ever eaten in my whole life. Never did I think I could find more joy than discovering Scooby-Doo pajamas mixed with my cycling jerseys.

Here to wishing your New Year started with a bang.

Believe

2011-12-15T09:39:00.002-06:00

I was too devastated at the loss of Mom to decorate for Christmas last year. If I were to have one wish, it would be to have peace and love in my life. I could never have imagined things would be oaky without having Mom around to share the holidays. It is true. Wishes do come true.

Christmas is a time of believing. Believing in hope. Believing that the impossible is possible. Christmas time is when you ask for something that you really want. Not what you need, but something your heart desires. It is a spirit of giving and helping others get their Red Ryder BB gun that gets me excited about Christmas time.

This year, I have hope and decorated two Christmas trees. Even more exciting is having the help of children to decorate. They believe for every tree that they decorate, there will be gifts under that tree. Their imagination and pure optimism is contagious. I am convinced Santa will slip something under the tree for me too and maybe, just maybe, I will get that Tiffany engagement ring that is on my wish list.

November 30: Music Month

2011-11-30T07:04:00.001-06:00

This month started with an idea to bring music to my blog. The first three days went smooth and then it became harder to gather the thoughts in my head and relate those thoughts to songs. Time slipped away from me and it was hard to force creativity in a sliver so small.

All the while, Barbieandherbike had emotional times in the love department. My independence and self identity have been placed on a balance beam and my spirit continues to search a new adventure to conquer.

Barry sings about his first, his last, and his everything. I reflect on who that would be for me and for now, my who is me.

You’re the First, the Last, My Everything
By: Barry White

My first, my last, my everything,
And the answer to all my dreams.
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star.
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are.

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two.
You're, you're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for evermore.
You're the first, my last, my everything.

In you I've found so many things,
A love so new, only you could bring.
Can't you see if you,
You'll make me feel this way,
You're like a first morning dew on a brand new day.

I see so many ways that I can love you,
'Till the day I die....
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream.
You're my first, my last, my everything.

[instrumental]

I know there's only one, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two.
Girl, you're my reality.
But I'm lost in a dream,
You're the first, you're the last, my everything.

November 29: Music Month

2011-11-29T07:00:00.000-06:00

Sunday Morning
By: Maroon 5

Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

[Chorus]
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather, still together when it ends

[Chorus]

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing, "Someday it'll bring me back to you."
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

[Chorus]

November 28: Music Month

2011-11-28T07:30:00.000-06:00

Maybe I forget to blog about something. More correctly, the something is someone. He is my “Teenage Dream” and the one that would “Give Into Me”.

I was eight days into the third leg across America when Mr. Someone came to visit me in Erie, Pennsylvania. It was a rest day. He traveled twenty-four hours (twelve hours to and twelve hours back) to see me for thirty-six hours. Although he is fully capable, he would not ride the last leg to Boston with me. No amount of persuading would talk him into it.

Mr. Someone spent the three weeks leading up to my birthday with me here in San Antonio. There were many conversations trying to get him to stay one more day or even one more night, to no avail. It seems like every day I would ask, “Don’t ya wanna stay” because I want “forever to feel this way”.

When you love someone, it is always sad to say goodbye, especially when they take you high in the clouds of love.

Don’t You Wanna Stay
By: Jason Aldean featuring Kelly Clarkson

I really hate to let this moment go
Touching your skin, and your hair falling slow
When a goodbye kiss, feels like this

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
Don't you wanna hold each other tight?
Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
We can make forever feel this way
Don't you wanna stay?

Let's take it slow, I don't wanna move too fast
I don't wanna just make love, I wanna make love last
When you're up this high, it's a sad goodbye

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
Don't you wanna hold each other tight?
Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?
Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
We can make forever feel this way
Don't you wanna stay?

Oh yeeah

Oh, you feel so perfect, baby
Yeah, you feel so perfect, baby

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
Don't you wanna hold each other tight?
Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?
Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
We can make forever feel this way
Don't you wanna stay?

November 25: Music Month

2011-11-25T07:24:00.002-06:00

Today, I need some music to get me moving. Maybe some hip shaking is even in order. You can check out the video, complete with dancing girls in bikinis. If that doesn't wake you up, then I don't know what will.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zp1TbLFPp8&ob=av2e
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/danza-kuduro-dance-kuduro.html

Danza Kuduro
Don Omar
(English translation)

El Orfanato
Danza Kuduro (Plop, Plop, Plop…)
Lucenzo
El Rey…!

Put your hands up
Moving only the hips
Turn half around
Dance to Kuduro
Don't lose your breath now
Because this has just started
Move your head
Dance to Kuduro

Put your hands up
Moving only the hips
Turn half around
Dance to Kuduro
Don't lose your breath now
Because this has just started
Move your head
Dance to Kuduro

Who's going to control the power of this wicked feeling that now gets through your veins
and the heat like the sun that can't let you be still at the beat, babe.
Who's going to stop this feeling that makes your hips lose control as you dance.
This fire burning inside you slowly is gonna get you wild

Put your hands up
Moving only the hips
Turn half around
Dance to Kuduro
Don't lose your breath now
Because this has just started
Move your head
Dance to Kuduro

Move your body, this here is so crazy
Morena, come to my side
No one is going to be still
I want to see you, come on, shake to kuduro
Move your body, this here is so crazy
Morena, come to my side
No one is going to be still
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
Come shake your hips, let's dance kuduro
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
Brunette or blonde, come on, dance the kuduro
Oi, oi, oi…

November 23: Music Month

2011-11-23T07:20:00.002-06:00

This song is for all you salseros out there. Many a night, I have danced the night away with horns blaring this popular song.

“El Cantante” was remade by Marc Anthony and originally performed by salsa legend Hecor Lavoe. Attached is a link to the movie that Marc and J. Lo stared in, portraying Mr. Lavoe’s life. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0KXQ9UknPQ

El cantante (The Singer)
By: Marc Anthony

I have attached the lyrics translated in English but you may find the Spanish translation at the link below. http://lyricstranslate.com/en/el-cantante-add-english-title-here.html

I am the singer
that you've come to listen to today
and I'm going to present to you
the best of my repertoire

And I sing to life
(I sing) of laughters and sorrows
of bad moments
and of good things

You've come to enjoy yourselves
and you paid an entrance fee
there's no time for sadness
let’s go singer, begin

They always stop me in the street
a lot of people who comment
hey Hector! oh, you've made it!
always with women and in parties

And nobody asks me
if I suffer, if i cry
if I have a sorrow
that hurts me deep inside

I am the singer
because my thing is to sing
and the public pays
to be able to listen to me

I am the singer
very popular everywhere
but once the show is over
I'm like any other human being

And I continue my life
with laughters and sorrows
with bitter moments
and with good things

I am the singer
and my business is to sing
and to those who follow me
I want to offer my song

November 22: Music Month

2011-11-22T07:19:00.002-06:00

I close my eyes and I can see him. The memory is vivid. The song, "Give into me"
was playing and we are starring into each others eyes. He is softly rubbing my
check and it is as if he can look into my soul. We do not have to speak buts our touch and kiss express what no words can say.

The sunset is glistening off the reflection of the lake and the light from the
lamp fills the room. It is in this moment that I feel his love. It is now that I
know his love.

Give In To Me
By: Garrett Hedlund
From the soundtrack: Country Strong

I’m gonna wear you down
I’m gonna make you see
I’m gonna get to you
You’re gonna give into me

I’m gonna start a fire
You’re gonna feel the heat
I’m gonna burn for you
You’re gonna melt for me

(Hedlund and Meester)
Come on, come on
Into my arms
Come on, come on
Give into me

(Meester)
You’re gonna take my hand
Whisper the sweetest words
And if you’re ever sad
I’ll make you laugh
I’ll chase the hurt

(Hedlund and Meester)
My heart is set on you
I don’t want no one else
And if you don’t want me
I guess I’ll be all by myself

Come on, come on
Into my arms
Come on, come on
Give into me

(Meester)
I’ll use my eyes to draw you in
Until I’m under your skin
I’ll use my lips, I’ll use my arms
Come on, come on, come on
Give into me

(Hedlund & Meester)
Give into me
Give into me

November 21: Music Month

2011-11-21T07:16:00.001-06:00

Nosey Joe
By: Brian Setzer Orchestra

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8HnxcvdXn8

There's a man in town all the women know
He goes by the name of Nosey Joe
He don't care if they're married
He takes his pick
Long as they're women, he's ready to stick

His big nose in their business
His big nose in their business
That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know

He ain't good lookin' and he ain't big and stong
The guy's got a nose that's four foot long
I'm tellin' you women, this ain't no jive
If you get too close this man will drive

His big nose in your business
His big nose in your business
That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know

I saw him just the other day
Tried to steal my gal away
He offered her money
He offered her love
She said thank you sir, but please don't shove

Your big nose in my business
Your big nose in my business
That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know

Old Nosey finally lost his life
Messin' with my buddy's wife
My buddy caught him with his chick
Chopped off his nose, now he can't stick

His big nose in my business
His big nose in my business
That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know

November 18: Music Month

2011-11-18T07:24:00.000-06:00

Ride Like The Wind
By: Christopher Cross

It is the night. My body's weak.
I'm on the run. No time to sleep.
I've got to ride.

Ride like the wind to be free again.
And I got such a long way to go.
To make it to the border of Mexico.
So I'll ride like the wind.

I was born the son of a lawless man.
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand.
Lived nine lives
gunned down ten.
Gonna ride like the wind.

And I got such a long way to go.
To make it to the border of Mexico.
So I'll ride like the wind.
Ride like the wind.
Ride like the wind.

Accused and tried and told to hang
I was no where in sight
when the church bells rang.
Never was the kind to do as I was told.
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old.

It is the night. My body's weak.
I'm on the run. No time to sleep.
I've got to ride.
Ride like the wind to be free again.

And I got such a long way to go.
To make it to the border of Mexico.
So I'll ride like the wind.
Ride like the wind.

And I got such a long way to go.
To make it to the border of Mexico.
So I'll ride like the wind.
Gonna run like the wind.

November 17: Music Month

2011-11-17T08:10:00.001-06:00

You’re A Dream Come True
By: Elton John and Leon Russell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1KVfiiwLRI

I can hear your heart
Pounding in my ear
Now I feel the sound
And the time is near
I feel the taste
Of all the things you do
Now the time has come
I know you're a dream come true

You make me so complete
With the things you do
And the music's sweet
You make me feel brand new
I hear the sound
Songs start coming through
Somehow I know
That you're a dream come true

It takes my breath
When it sounds that way
Seems like you
Chase the clouds away
And I feel so good
Each and every day
And life is good
Each and every way

Now I feel the beat
Of the dancing drums
And now I know we're
Gonna have some fun
Now the time stands still
And the blues are through
And now I know
What I'm gonna do

Now I feel the beat
Of the dancing drums
And now I know we're
Gonna have some fun
Now the time stands still
And all the blues are through
Now I know
What I'm gonna do

It takes my breath
When it sounds that way
Seems like you
Chase the clouds away
And I feel so good
Each and every day
And life is good
Each and every way

November 16: Music Month

2011-11-16T08:21:00.000-06:00

It’s meringue time! Shakira, you make me crazy with all the hip shaking and I’m lovin’ it!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAhTt60W7qo&ob=av2e

Loca
By: Shakira

Loca…

Loca…

Dance or die…

Loca…

Loca…

She's playin' dumb all the time
Just to keep it fun
To get you on like (ahh!)
Be careful amigo
She talkin' and walkin' just to work you up
She’d die for your love
But your love’s only mine, boy

Sigo tranquila
Like I’m on a beach in Anguilla
Sippin’ on Corona
Like it’s nothin’ goin' on
I ain’t leavin’ you alone
What is meant for me
No other girl is gonna take
So keep them off

And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca)
I’m crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
Crazy but you like it

That girl is a nutter
Hot though, I heat up when I touch her
Chica caliente
Got me rapping to merengue
I feel so el presidente
I’m runnin’ sh!t and I’m lovin’ it
She’s got a mean lil’ butt,
But you should see what she does with it
She keeps it down low (down low, down low)
I can never get enough (oh no, oh no)
She gives me the runaround,
But I stay chasin’
But I mean, yo, I’m in love
With a crazy girl
But it’s all good
And it’s fine by me
Just as long as I hear her say, “Ay, papi”

And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca)

I’m crazy but you like it
Crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca)

You’re the one for me
And for her no more
Now you think she’s got it all
I got one kiki

You’re the one for me
And for her no more
Now you think she’s got it all
I got my kiki

There’s a lot of things
That I’d do to please you
Take you to the medico por el caminito
Cuz we’re gonna get some Mambo
Oh, what she do in the Laui?

I really can't help it
If I make the lady loca
I don’t want no trouble
I just wanna hit the (Ooh!)

And I’m crazy, but you like it
‘Cause the kinda girl like me
Is never far from the market
And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca)
I’m crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
Crazy but you like it (Dios Mío)

That girl is (loca)
That girl is (loca)
That girl is (loca)

Loca
That girl is (loca)
That girl is (loca)

You’re the one for me
And for her no more
Now you think she’s got it all
I got my kiki

And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca)
La loca, la loca, la loca (loca)
Loca (loca)

November 15: Music Month

2011-11-15T07:33:00.000-06:00

Designated Drinker
By: Allen Jackonson and George Straight

Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em
I think I'm gonna need you to get back home
Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna lose it
I couldn't stand for something else to be gone
I'm sure you know the reason I'm here cryin'
I think you'll understand why

Tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger
I need to get to where I can't think of her
So tonight, I'm the designated drinker

I came here to get you to help me
I need a friend to see me through
I hated to call, I knew you wouldn't mind at all
I know you know I'd do the same for you
I'm not the kind that likes to drown my sorrow
I may hate myself tomorrow
Oh but

Tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger
I need to get to where I can't think of her
So tonight, I'm the designated drinker

We need to get to where we can't think of her
So tonight, we're the designated drinkers

Oh tonight, we're the designated drinkers

November 14: Music Month

2011-11-14T07:56:00.000-06:00

Aside from John Legend being incredibly sexy, he can also jam. Enjoy this song and I hope you get the “green light”.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-AbEO6J8s0

Green Light
By: John Legend

Give me the green light
Give me just one night
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now
(Let's go)
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now

[John Legend]
I see you move
I'm checking your smile
Working your back like it's going out of style
Shake just a little bit faster
Shake just a little now girl
Dying to meet you
So let's mess around
I've got an obsession of us getting down
Come just a little bit closer
I just need permission so

[Chorus:]
Give me the green light
Give me just one night
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now
We can go all night
Give me the green light
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now
A 1, 2, 3 green light
But if its what it seems like
The way you moving baby
Lets me know that's gonna be right
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now
A 1, 2, 3 red light
I wanna see what your beds like
But if I be your buddy
Help you study
Gets your head right
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now

[John Legend]
Do I have a girlfriend
Technically no
If you be my girlfriend
Then I'll make it so
You'll be my only true lover
No competition no other (no other)
Baby is just the thrill of the chase
But I've got a feeling that I'm winning this race!
Baby I'm gettin much closer
I just need permission so

[John Legend:]
Give me the greenlight...
Give me just one night.
I'm ready to go right now!
I'm ready to go right now
We can go all night
Give me the greenlight
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now

[Chorus]

[Andre 3000]
So I went hard
Like Medusa staring at me
I told her let's go
Let's blow this lane N.... factory
She said what kind of girl
Do you think that I are
The kind that you meet at a bar
You think you can get
What ever you want 'cause you some kind of star
No I'm a comet I just want you women
Hey if I were you
It would be me that I go home with, 3
The one and only
One thing you ain't considered
I heard you when you told your girl
"Oh, he can get it"
Admit it, you did it
Let's hop a cab and split it
I'm kidding we both going to where you living
I got you giggling like a pigglet
O that's the ticket
I hope you more like
Anita Baker than Robin Givens
No I don't know that lady so let me quit it
I'm just style-freeing, free-styling
Which is what I seldom do
This what I'm telling you
To the bed I'm nailing you
Like i been locked up for two years and they just lettin me loose

Give me the green light
Give me just one night
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now
[Andre 3000 sings during chorus:]
You got you one legend
Sometimes you gotta step from behind the piano
And let em know what's going on
Even stevie wonder got down sometimes
I'm ready to go

We could go all night
Give me the green light

[x4]
I'm ready to go right now
I'm ready to go right now

November 11: Music Month

2011-11-11T07:23:00.001-06:00

Ms. Caillat is so upbeat and cheerful, I love all her music. And, how did she know that it was “always about me myself and I”? It is like she knows straight into my soul and all the details of my past and future relationships.

Watch the video and find a smile!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0oyglKjbFQ&feature=relmfu

I do
By: Colbie Caillat

It's always been about me myself and I
If all relationships were nothing but a waste of time
I never wanted to be anybody's other half
I was happy to say that our love wouldn't last
That was the only way I knew till I met you

You make we wanna say
I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Yeah, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Cause every time before we spend like
Maybe yes and maybe no
I can live without it, I can let it go
Ooh, I did, I get myself into
You make we wanna say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,

Tell me is it only me
Do you feel the same?
You know me well enough to know that I'm not playing games
I promise I won't turn around and I won't let you down
You can trust and never feel it now
Baby there's nothing, there's nothing we can't get through

So can we say

I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Oh baby, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Cause every time before we spend like
Maybe yes and maybe no
I won't live without it, I won't let it go
Wooh Can I get myself into
You make we wanna say

Me a family, a house a family
Ooh, can we be a family?
And when I'm old and sit next to you.

And when we remember when we said
I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Oh baby, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo
Cause every time before we spend like
Maybe yes and maybe no
I won't live without it, I won't let it go
Just look at what we got ourselves into
You make we wanna say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,
Love you

November 10: Music Month

2011-11-10T07:25:00.000-06:00

Mustang Sally
By: Wilson Pickett

Mustang Sally!
Guess you better slow your mustang down...
(oh lord...what i said now...)
Mustang Sally now baby....oh Lord...
Guess you better slow your mustang down...
(oh yeah)

You been running all over the town now...
OH!...Guess i'll have to put your flat feet on the ground....
(Ha!...what I said now...)

Listen:
All you wanna do is ride around Sally....
(Ride, Sally, Ride)
All you wanna do is ride around Sally...
(Ride, Sally, Ride)
All you wanna do is ride around Sally...
(Ride, Sally, Ride)
All you wanna do is ride around Sally...
(Ride, Sally, Ride)

Listen here....one of these lonely mornings,
OH!...gonna' be wiping your weeping eyes...(HUH!)

What i say now! Lookey here...

I bought you a brand-new mustang,
a 1965.
Now you come around, single, fine, woman...
and don't wanna let me ride...

Mustang Sally, now baby, oh lord,
Guess you better slow that mustang down....(Huh...oh Lord)
You been running all over town...OH!
Gotta put your flat feet on the ground...

What I said now...let me say it one more time.

Now all you wanna do is ride around Sally...
(Ride, Sally, Ride)
All you wanna do is ride around Sally...
(Ride, Sally, Ride)

November 9: Music Month

2011-11-09T07:44:00.000-06:00

Hard to Handle
By: The Black Crows

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CE6bgj-hx4&ob=av2n

Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta' come home with me

I have got some good old lovin'
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on you
You gotta' come back for more

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now
Gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And I'm a man of great experience
I know you've got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand don't be afraid
I'm gonna prove every word I say
I'm advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now
Gets around
Yeah
Hard to handle, now
Oh baby

Baby here I am
I'm the man on your scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta' come home with me

I have got some good old lovin'
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on you
You gotta' come and back for more

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now
Gets around
Hard
Hard to handle now
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little thing let me light your candle
'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now
Gets around
Yeah
Oh Hard to handle now
Oh yeah

Baby, good lovin'
Baby, baby
Oh, oh good lovin'
I need good lovin'
I gotto handle yeah
Haa, yeah

November 8: Music Month

2011-11-08T08:46:00.001-06:00

Eight minute mile?

Nine minute mile?

Maybe a ten minute mile more like me?

Either way, there is a pretty good website out there that you can enter your sport and pace and it will download a playlist of songs, in different genres, that suite your skill.

http://jogtunes.com/ Thanks jogtunes for introducing me to a new song.

Good Directions
By: Billy Currinton

I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck
Munchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up
She had to be thinkin' "This is where Rednecks come from"
She had Hollywood written on her license plate
She was lost and lookin' for the interstate
Needin' directions and I was the man for the job

[Chorus]
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back here to me

I was sittin' there thinkin' 'bout her pretty face
Kickin' myself for not catchin' her name
I threw my hat and thought, "You fool, that could've been love"
I knew my old Ford couldn't run her down
She probably didn't like me anyhow
So I watched her disappear in a cloud of dust.

[Chorus]
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back here to me

Is this Georgia heat playin' tricks on me
Or am I really seein' what I think I see
The woman of my dreams comin' back to me

She went way up yonder past the caution light
Don't know why, but somethin' felt right
When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Mama gave her a big 'ol glass and sent her right back here to me

Thank God for good directions and turnip greens

November 7: Music Month

2011-11-07T07:42:00.001-06:00

The lyrics sound more romantic in Spanish than in English but, in short, we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. This song starts playing and I find myself day dreaming about dancing on the wooden floor at Azuka.

Check out this link for the English translation and the video.
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/yo-no-se-manana-i-dont-know-about-tomorrow.html

Yo No Se Manana
By: Luis Miguel

(Spanish translation)
yo no se si tu no se si yo seguiremos siendo como hoy
no se si después de amanecer vamos a sentir la misma sed
para que pensar y suponer, no preguntes cosas que no se
yoo no se…

no se donde vamos a parar, eso ya la piel nos lo dirá
para que jurar y prometer algo que no esta en nuestro poder
yo no se lo que es eterno no me pidas algo que es del tiempo

[coro:]
yo no se mañana, yo no se mañana
si estaremos juntos si se acaba el mundo
yo no se si soy para ti si serás para mi
si lleguemos amarnos o a odiarnos
yo no se mañana, yo no se mañana
quien va estar aquí

de un café pasamos al sofa, de un boton a todo lo demas
no pusimos reglas ni reloj, aquí estamos solos tu y yo
todo lo que ves es lo que soy, no me pidas mas de lo que doy
nooo..

[coro:]
yo no se mañana, yo no se mañana
si estaremos juntos si se acaba el mundo
yo no se si soy para ti si serás para mi
si lleguemos amarnos o a odiarnos
yo no se mañana, yo no se mañana
quien va estar aquí
esta vida es igual que un libro
cada pagina es un dia vivido
no tratemos de correr antes de andar
esta noche estamos vivos solo este momento es realidad
no no noo.. no se…

yo no se mañana
esta vida es una ruleta que gira sin parar
yo no se mañana
yo no se si tu yo no se si yo como sera el final
yo no se mañana
puede ser peor o puede ser mejor
yo no se mañana
deja que el corazon decida vida mia lo que sentimos
mañana

yo no se
yo no se, yo no se mañana
ahora lo que vivimos es algo realmente lindo
quien puede saber lo que pasara, mañana no hay nada escrito
yo no se, yo no se mañana
estamos solos tu y yo y los momentos hay que vivirlos
hay que vivirlos...
yo no se, yo no se
yo no se, yo no se

[coro:]
yo no se mañana, yo no se mañana
si estaremos juntos si se acaba el mundo
yo no se si soy para ti si serás para mi
si lleguemos amarnos o a odiarnos
yo no se mañana, yo no se mañana
quien va estar aquí

November 4: Music Month

2011-11-04T07:13:00.001-05:00

“Only Girl” has a great beat to work out to and get my feet get moving every time the tune plays. But, it is the chorus that I relate to. I will not be the “sancha” (Close female friend; the wife you knew before your wife; in some cases, the sexy friend who is forbidden) and will only settle for being the only girl.

Only girl (in the world)
By: Rihanna

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

[VERSE 1]
I want you to love me, like I'm a hot guy
Keep thinkin' of me, doin' what you like
So boy forget about the world cuz it's gon' be me and you tonight
I wanna make your bed for ya, then imma make you swallow your pride

[CHORUS]
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only one...

[VERSE 2]
Want you to take me like a thief in the night
Hold me like a pillow, make me feel right
Baby I'll tell you all my secrets that I'm keepin', you can come inside
And when you enter, you ain't leavin', be my prisoner for the night

[CHORUS]
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands, like I'm the only one who knows your heart, only one...

[BRIDGE]
Take me for a ride
Oh baby, take me high
Let me make you first
Oh make it last all night
Take me for a ride
Oh baby, take me high
Let me make you first
Make it last all night

[CHORUS]
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
Only girl in the world...
Girl in the world...
Only girl in the world...
Girl in the world...

November 3: Music Month

2011-11-03T07:26:00.000-05:00

The satire in this song is hilarious. Something tells me he is not really talking about fishing.

Fish
By: Craig Campbell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_Am8bSYIms&feature=related

The first time we did it I was scared to death
She snuck out in that cotton dress
Jumped on in and we drove to the lake
Put her hand on my knee and said I can't wait
I had everything we needed in the bed of my truck
Turns out my baby loves to...

[Chorus:]
Fish, she wants to do it all the time
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night
She's hooked and now she can't get enough
Man, that girl sure loves to fish

After that that's all she wanted to do
But that was okay 'cause I did too
She always wants to go down by the dam
And I love how she looks with that rod in her hand
If they ain't bitin' she don't give up
Turns out my baby loves to...
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/craig_campbell/fish.html ]
[Chorus:]
Fish, she wants to do it all the time
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night
She's hooked and now she can't get enough
Man, that girl sure loves to fish

I love to see her silhouette reflectin' off the water
With her hooks and her sinkers and her pretty pink bobbers
The first time I saw her I knew I was in love
'Cause I found a girl who loves to...

Fish, I love to see her lyin'
There on the bank 'neath the full moon light
Man, I can't even believe my luck
I found a girl who loves to...

[Chorus:]
Fish, she wants to do it all the time
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night
She's hooked and now she can't get enough
Man, that girl sure loves to fish
Yeah, I know she loves to fish
Psst, you awake, let's fish

November 2: Music Month

2011-11-02T06:57:00.001-05:00

The first three lines of this song get me humming and head swaying. This song makes me ponder: What things have I not done yet? How many miles would you go to get to my Love? How many different places can I go to see a sunset? What have I NOT seen yet?

Many the miles
By: Sara Bareilles

There's too many things that I haven't done yet
Too many sunsets
I haven't seen
You can't waste the day wishing it'd slow down
You would've thought by now
I'd have learned something

I made up my mind when I was a young girl
I've been given this one world
I won't worry it away
But now and again I lose sight of the good life
I get stuck in a low light
But then Love comes in

How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
But send me the miles and I'll be happy to follow you Love

I do what I can wherever I end up
To keep giving my good love
And spreading it around
Cause I've had my fair share of take care and goodbyes
I've learned how to cry
And I'm better for that

Sing how far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Send me the miles and I'll be happy to
Follow you Love

Red letter day and I'm in a blue mood
Wishing that blue would just carry me away
I've been talking to God don't know
If it's helping or not
But surely something has got to got to got to give
Cause I can't keep waiting to live

How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
But send me the miles and I'll be happy to yeah
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
Been talking to God don't know if it's helping or not
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
Oh send me the miles and I'll be happy to
Follow you Love

There's too many things I haven't done yet
Too many sunsets I haven't seen

November 1: Music Month

2011-11-01T07:25:00.001-05:00

Music is my life. While riding, driving, running, working, or walking, I am listening to music. The floor is my dance floor and I cannot help but dance. Dancing and music has been a part of my life since I was five years old. I listen to the lyrics to remember the place and moment where I heard the song. Many times I can relate to the lyrics and it takes me back to an emotion. November is going to be music month. I will take you through a time via a featured song from my MP3 music list. Sit back and turn it up.

Oh, how apropos of being in love, young and naive. We came to life with the excitement of sharing our worlds. We were like teenagers believing that our love was real. A glance, a touch, or a phone call would send butterflies in my stomach. Together, we completed the puzzle of what our lives were missing. No longer teenagers but forever young in our hearts and forever in love. Today, I hope you will remember your first love.

Teenage Dream
By: Katy Perry

You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me
I was alright but things
Were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my Valentine, Valentine

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance, until we die
You and I, will be young forever

[Chorus]
You make me feel
Like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back

We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance, until we die
You and I, will be young forever

[Chorus]
You make me feel
Like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back

I'mma get your heart racing
In my skin tights jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

[Chorus]
Yoooouuu
You make me feel
Like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
No

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back

I'mma get your heart racing
In my skin tights jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
(Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight)

LivingStrong

2011-10-26T07:28:00.002-05:00

It has been said that the first year is the hardest. One year later, I can agree with that statement. I never would have imagined life without Mom and even now, my life feels like it is missing her. The dinner table is missing a table setting and there is an empty spot in pictures where she used to sit.

The holidays were horrifically sad, but we survived. My birthday, her birthday, and my parent’s anniversary was tearful, but life goes on. I am not sure how, but somehow it does. There is a moment when time changes. One day I miss her, one day I think I can do life without her, and other days when I sit and cry.

Mother’s day, I broke down. I sat on an airplane and balled my eyes out. I hear my friends say they are going to lunch with their mom, and I get sad. I wish I had Mom to go to lunch with. I hear my friends call their mom, and I get jealousy. I wish I had Mom to call.

Mom was a model of will power and instilled in me the determination to achieving anything my heart desires. She showed me how to give freely and love everyone. Because of her, I rode my bike across America. I know she is up in heaven watching over me and guiding all my moves.

A year has gone by and I miss Mom. When I close my eyes, I try to remember her as the healthy vibrant lady that would hug me tight. Her unconditional love and constant encouragement turned me into the person I am today. She makes me want to liveSTRONG everyday.

The Hat

2011-10-17T15:54:00.001-05:00

One margarita

Two margarita

Three margarita

Four...

Is the hat wearing me or am I wearing the hat?

No Monkey Business

2011-10-16T20:35:00.001-05:00

Ol’ Herm, I don’t know how he does it. After three marriages he still says he wants two more, a wild one and one to settle down with. He will tell you he lost half of everything three times, plus two homes, and yet he still wants to do it again.

One divorce, three months of e-harmony dating, and a FB break-up is enough for me. You know what a FaceBook break up is, right? It is when you wake up one day and your status has been changed to "single" and you have been deleted as a friend. I thought I had been through enough electronic break-ups but this one had to top the list.

There is no monkey business with my heart and I want to win at the game of love. Knowing full and well that it will do me no good to bench myself and add my name to the injured reserve list, I am gathering my shattered heart in hopes that I will mend in time for the start of the season.

Not Funny

2011-10-06T08:01:00.003-05:00

There was a time where I wanted to write about love. You know, give you some insight to my love life in hopes that Barbie and her Bike would find love, get married, have a baby, and live happily ever after.

In truth, the story goes something like this.

I was in love and then ended up with heart broken.
Then I was in love... and then alone.
Repeat.
It seems like this has happened a few too many times. All the stories are basically the same.

I wanted to put a funny spin on the people I dated, how I meet them, and even the break-ups. But, I just ain't funny anymore. And, you know what else? Love hurts.

You might tell me that if you fall you get back up. Normally, I would tell myself that too. This time, I didn't just fall and break my handle bars. This time my frame is cracked, my wheels are bent, my spokes and gears are broken. My physical injuries are worse and my heart needs some physical therapy.

The rainbow connecting the two islands reminds me of two hearts connecting. I can see it out there but it is not in my reach. Maybe there is love above me but I haven't reached out to grab the pot of gold. Oh, I don't know what the H-E-double hockey sticks I am blogging about. The sea is full of sharks. There is no happy ending in this entry.

Sweet Sixteen

2011-09-29T10:35:00.004-05:00

That cute silver tooth girl, my niece Alexis, turn sixteen today.

These days she is a spunky, vibrant, and out spoken teenager with purple hair. The only relief I get from that statement is that the purple washes out. None the less, I love her just the same.

Lexi is living with her father in Abilene, Texas and I miss her terribly. She is very affectionate and always greets me with a big hug.

Happy Birthday wishes to you- Alexis Nichole Buckley. Remember to live happy and continue to explore all of life’s opportunities. Don’t stop playing your guitar and singing to the world.

Conquer the Coast, 2011

2011-09-26T10:55:00.002-05:00

The anticipation of a bike ride always gets to me. There is a mental checklist I have to ensure I have my gear, nutrition, and my bike is in order. I rode my bike to the start line and enjoyed watching one rider being helicoptered to the start of the ride- talk about a grand entrance.

We started with crossing the harbor bridge and catching a spectacular view of the sunrise. It is mornings like this that make me want to start each day with riding my bike into the sunrise. It is morning likes this that make me want to be on tour, forget life, forget work and ride my bike everywhere.

Conquer the coast has an eighteen mile stretch that is labeled “the hardest time trial you can find in Texas”. The head wind hits you straight on when you turn off the ferry and head down Mustang Island on chip-and-seal asphalt. It is brutal. Once you take another turn over JFK bridge, the wind turns in your favor.

This is one of my favorite rides of the year. It is flat and if the weather is perfect, the wind is behind you. I had no two hundred and sixty pound anchor slowing me down and I am quite pleased with my finishing time. Another finisher medal and another 70 miles on my mile log keeps Barbie and her bike happy.

Hail Mary

2011-09-21T10:40:00.001-05:00

It is a daily adventure to commute to work. There is always emotional excitement plus the physical workout with the nine mile commute in and the eleven mile commute home.

My favorite experience was when a dear friend blew me kisses out her car window and said have a good day, love. I have had flirty and scary hello’s; friendly beep, beeps; angry honk, honks; and the not so nice cut off and a flick of the middle finger.

There was the flat tire on the bike and the eighteen wheeler that had a blow out two lanes away from me; the getting stuck in the middle of a busy four lane road with heavy traffic trying to cross the final two lanes; and there was the balancing act of uneven pavement, do I ride into the curve or swing into the car coming up next to me.

Oh and then there is crossing Huebner road. For this route, I always say a Hail Mary and pray that the Stop Light gods will be generous. It is not ideal, but passing a red light and crossing four lanes of traffic before the rush is better than weaving through speeding cars.

This is my fourth year of commuting to work and I absolutely love it. I get excited about getting to work, I get excited about being at work and thrilled when I finally leave work to go outside and play. It is like I have not grown up and I still ride my bike everywhere I go. I dread the weather change and when it will be too cold for this Texas girl to brave the chill.

Fly Away

2011-09-14T18:56:00.002-05:00

She buzzed her way around the table and she could have landed anywhere. The water glass or fork would have been better place than the syrup bowl. The syrup stuck to her wings and she could not fly her way out.

For a moment I contemplated what to do. Too much pressure might hurt her. Gently, the knife was used to lift her up and place her on the banister. She began to drag her body on the wood leaving a pile of syrup in her path. She licked her body and fluttered her wings in an effort to remove the syrup. Hopefully, she would be light enough to fly again.

This poor little fly was covered in syrup and put herself into a sticky situation. I could relate for I have put myself in a similar situation many a time. You fall down; you lick yourself off, and then get back up again.

As much as I wanted to stay until she lifted away, I believe all stories should have a happy ending. Little Miss Fly cleaned off her wings and flew off into Paradise.

Eastern Shore 2011

2011-09-13T07:55:00.001-05:00

I am drooling and lost in a daze as I dream about riding from Main to Florida. One day, one year, maybe it will be possible. Every day I ask myself if I should or shouldn’t read the blogs and let the jealousy build up. The answer is different every day. Either way, here is a list of some blog links so I may reference at a later time. Also to help with keeping the blog roll down.

Eastern Shore 2011 Blogs
http://whereislance.com/index.php?id=7
http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/directory/?o=RrzKj&user=TouringbyBike&v=Eq
http://crosscountryrider.blogspot.com/

XC Blogs
http://www.rideforkidssake.com/
http://myassisred.blogspot.com/
http://3415milesonabike.blogspot.com/
http://web.me.com/yoviny/My_ass_is_red/Blog/Blog.html
http://tybikes.blogspot.com/
http://gaiasmysticalcorner.blogspot.com/

Karma

2011-09-06T14:47:00.000-05:00

You know what they say about karma- it’s a bitch. Today, I know what it feels like. All those bad things I have done in my past have come back to haunt me. I guess it is just life. That is all I can attribute it to.

It does not matter that NOW my intentions are good or that I want to make things right. I have done my best to live honestly, be nice, and do the right thing. Not just at work but in my personal life.

Today, I feel like my best intentions have failed me. As the years change and I learn from my mistakes, I hope that this lesson remains. Honesty is the best policy.

Commuting to Work

2011-08-24T10:57:00.000-05:00

It has been five weeks and I surprise myself that I keep up the three times a week routine. Wake up at 5AM, ride to work 9 miles, ride home 11 miles and then to sleep early with a belly full of strawberry milk.

In July, I attended a bicycle safety class. After nine years of riding I felt like I needed to be more comfortable and confident on the road even when my commuting friends were unable to ride. Now, it’s so natural to commute and has become second nature.

Mondays, I drive in and leave my clothes and food for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Friday, I drive back in and take home my things. My helmet, gloves, and sunglasses are piled in my back seat. Cycling shorts and bike jersey fill my closet. Tan lines expose my favorite hobby, but I would not have it any other way.

On-line Dating, Part II

2011-08-05T08:59:00.000-05:00

It has been four months and the on-line dating account is still active. Needless to say, the experience has been not so harmonious. I have definitely had flops and my share of mistakes. To include not taking the time to type a decent e-mail response and getting two guys confused.

The most difficult task for me has been to filter out people I would start communicating with and those that I choose to archive and close. I have been matched up with approximately 300 available bachelors from Texas to Oklahoma and Louisiana.

At first, I went with the shot gun approach. I went out with anyone and everyone that asked and went anywhere from coffee to fine dining. By doing this, I have definitely learned what I do not like and definitely need.

My advice to anyone starting an on-line dating profile is to be honest. Post recent pictures and be true to your height. For example, if you are bald do not post only pictures wearing a hat. And really, I don’t care about how big that fish was you caught on your last fishing trip and it makes no different to me about how many points your last hunting trip brought you. Group pictures aren’t a good display either because there is no way to know which person you are, and pictures with other ladies are not a good idea because of the obvious- you are looking for a new one.

Chemistry, magic, and love are not factored into the picture until you meet in person. For me, I know right away if I like you. My account will expire at the end of this month and I may still be looking for Mr. Right. Overall, I have learned to be open minded and always be willing to meet someone new. I have learned to stay true to me and above all to never give up on love.

Thoughts on XC

2011-07-01T06:16:00.007-05:00

As I prepared for the completion of riding my bike across America, I expected an enlightening moment or great epiphany. I reflect back over the past three years and I have discovered the same Barbie, the same person, only with a new perspective on life.

In 2009, I rode the Mojave Desert and into Mingus Mountain. I recall feeling my first experience of extreme exhaustion and feeling doubtful on my ability to continue. It was during the 900 miles over 12 day tour that I looked into my soul and let myself heal.

The day is crystal clear in my mind. I was sitting with two friends and it occurred to me that I was hurt from my divorce. I sat and cried not expecting or even knowing that the pain existed. That year, I left my pain and hurt on the road and received much needed healing.

Last year in 2010, I rode 1400 miles over 21 days and I returned to self. All the clouds of doubt were lifted and I realized that I did not need a fan club or a cheerleader to get me through the hard times. Everything that I wanted to accomplish was inside me. It was my determination, my dream, and a desire inside my heart that would get me through.

This year, I rode 18 days and 1200 miles, enough time to ponder life’s ups and downs. As in life, you ride the road that is ahead of you. If the road stops, you figure out a way to go through it, across it, or over it. If you have a bad weather, be it wind, rain, or cold, you dress appropriately and roll forward. It really is that simple.

Cross country will be in and on my heart forever.

Harry

2011-06-30T08:24:00.002-05:00

This entry is for Hottie. It is special for him because it wasn’t until the day after the ride, that I realized how amazing he is.

Sometime between last year’s ride and this year’s ride, he found out that most of my riding time in 2010 was alone. Hottie had already completed the ride across America in 2009 and came back to ride with me in 2011 for the sole purpose of riding with me.

He flew from Liverpool to Champagne, rode with me 1200 miles, flew back home, and then in eight days, will fly back to California to ride the Death Ride for the second time. (Death Ride = 129 miles, 15,000 feet elevation, over 5 mountain peaks.)

He could have chosen to ride at a faster pace. He could have chosen to be the first person in each day but, he chose to ride with the turtle and be the last one in each day. When we were out on the road he slowed down and was never more than a foot away from me.

Sure, he might have stayed close to me because I had a cue sheet but he also could have ridden with the front of the group to get the same directions. I wasn’t always the best navigator and we were lost twice. My temper was short and it is now that I look back and regret that I gave him the silent treatment.

The day would start with a wakeup call. We would be on the road all day and then share our meal times together. After that, we would do laundry or hang out.

I didn’t always understand what he was saying. Would we go back and forth with, “what did you say” and “I don’t understand”, and “say it one more time”. I could figure out what he was saying when he was looking straight at me, but because of the bikes, that didn’t happen too often. He doesn’t show too much emotion and would walk away from my tears but that never meant that he didn’t care.

The night of the banquet, we sat by the lobby fireplace and shared some stories. He told me about how he values his family business and how he would take the shirt off his back to help his friends. It took me 18 days to figure out what a giving and caring person Hottie is and that he was doing what he does best- helping out a friend.

CR Friends

2011-06-29T08:34:00.004-05:00

CrossRoad friends are lifers. These are the kind of friends that once you meet you will remain friends forever. There is a bond that unites us and keeps us glued together with each pedal and every mile.

It has been said that two hundred people a year attempt to ride their bike across America, supported and unsupported. We are a small number but our determination and will power is enormous.

Our stories are all different. We come from different parts of the world, from different cultures, and varied ages. We are untied because we have the same dream and desire- to ride a bike across America.

CrossRoads 2009:
Standing on the beach in May 2009, I did not know I would be so close to these people standing with me. My XC09 family is dear to my heart because I started this journey with them. It still surprises me the support I receive from them, even to this day.

CrossRoads 2010:
Although I am not in this picture, I feel so much a part of this group. This was the longest tour of 21 days and close to 1400 miles.

CrossRoads 2011:
These riders welcomed me as a rider from Champaign to Boston. This group is outgoing and lively and I felt right at home from day one.

With every mile we return to self and turn into kids again. We play out on the roads riding our bikes. We share stories, laughter and tears. It is never good bye but only I will see you again, soon.

My Family

2011-06-25T16:50:00.004-05:00

My family makes me, me. They are how I am and what I am about. I cherish each of them and feel so blessed that they would welcome me into Boston. It was a cold and rainy day and yet they stood there with open arms to welcome me. My father was the first one I hugged. It’s a time I will never forget. Its been fun reuniting with them and spending time with them. These pictures capture my family with their "Barbie and her bike... to Boston" t-shirts.

Lydia (Dad's girlfriend) and Popo.

My 86 year old maternal grandfather.

Wendy, Michael's girlfriend.

DAY 18: Sat June 25

2011-06-25T07:45:00.003-05:00

We made it to Boston! It’s a departure day and the tour has officially ended. Since my family is here we will spend and extra day exploring downtown Boston and return to San Antonio on Sunday.

There are no miles to report, no time on bike, or even calories burned. I have to remember to pay for my meals and not walk out of a restaurant without paying. Breakfast was lonely this morning without the CR group to talk about the cycling day. I have to return to normal life and leave tour life as a wonderful memory.

Tour life is so different from real life. The only responsibility is getting on your bike and riding to the next hotel. Once you get to the hotel, its laundry, eat, and rest. That’s it. I know I will have trouble riding and driving in a car again. I get overwhelmed with wardrobe decisions when I have the option of more than three t-shirts and more than two pair of shorts. Not to mention on tour, I have only my cycling cleats and sandals. At home there are too many choices. Tour life makes things simple and easy.

Every morning, I call Hottie for his wake up call. Today, was the last morning I called him and I realized how much I am going to miss him. He has been my company for 1200 miles and distracted me when I did not want to ride. He is a true CrossRoads companion that will never let me ride alone.

There is still more to blog. But, for now…

DAY 17: Fri June 24

2011-06-24T10:44:00.003-05:00

Today was the final ride to Boston, Massachusetts and we dipped our front wheel into the Atlantic Ocean. Remember, the back wheel was dipped in the Pacific. The journey is complete.

Total miles: 19.04
Time on bike: 2:10
Total calories: 955
Total elevation: 584

There is so much I want to blog about and I am filled with so much emotion that I don’t know where to begin. That moment when I knew the beach was within my viewing range was magnificent. To top it off, my family was standing on the corner to welcome me. Mom rode with me in spirit and I know she was with me with every pedal stroke.

This post will be short so I can clean my bike, clean me, and take in the moment.

DAY 16: Thurs June 23

2011-06-23T16:20:00.002-05:00

The ride was 91 miles into Burlington, Massachusetts. We crossed our Fourteenth and fifteenth State Line Crossing. Because my family was arriving today, I cut the ride short to meet them. Not to mention, it was raining and pouring.

Total miles: 61.48
Time on bike: 6:41
Total calories: 3978
Total elevation: 3078

Today, I was riding in the clouds. Literally, I was in the clouds and it was glorious. We had some pretty hard climbs but it was all worth it.

My family is here this evening and we have a group dinner this evening. It’s a big day tomorrow. We will ride our final 20 miles to the beach. Close, yet so far away.

DAY 15: Wed June 22

2011-06-22T13:33:00.002-05:00

We rode into Brattleboro, Vermont, 76 miles. It is the Twelfth State Line Crossing, in Vermont’s Green Mountains. The scenery is amazingly beautiful. Total elvation gain for the day is 6200 feet.

Total miles: 35.12
Time on bike: 3:54
Total calories: 1873
Total elevation: 1686

Somewhere about 20 miles into the ride, it started to rain. Then about 30 miles into the ride, it started to pour. The goal was to get to the Vermont state sign for the ceremonial picture. I got the picture but now I can’t get my camera to work. My phone and camera are soaked and I am unable to retrieve pictures off the media card. Maybe when I get home, I will be able to download. Hopefully, my equipment is salvageable. Yes, I did the plastic bag trick but the bag didn’t close right and an inch of water was in the bag with the camera and phone.

Once I reached an appropriate and safe spot, I call the SAG. My shoes were filled with water and nothing on me was dry. The decants on slippery wet roads were more that I wanted to bear today. Boston is too close and I didn’t want to risk injury to me or my bike.

On the up side, its 3PM as I type this. I am finally warm, laundry done with plenty of time for a nap before party this evening. (Dave and Adriane are having cheese and crackers in the lobby for us. That is about as fancy as we get here on the road.)

Oh, and a special happy birthday to my wonderful big sister. Angela, I love you dearly!

DAY 14: Tues June 21

2011-06-21T16:42:00.004-05:00

69 miles to Albany, NY but we got lost again and ended up with 80 miles.

Total miles: 80.42
Time on bike: 7:22
Total calories: 3721
Total elevation: 2123

Today’s post is going to be real short. I am exhausted from riding all day and only have 45 minutes until route rap and dinner. Something tells me I will be in bed early and up early again tomorrow for a long day of climbing.

We passed by some early settlement cabins and the beginning of the route. It was cool to be in a place where others were so long ago. There are great, green, scenic views.

We passed the Mohawk region.
We rode through Schenectady and I was afraid to stop at the stop lights.
The owner of a corner store gave us free drinks, since we rode so far.

We ended up on a 5 lane road with rude New York drivers. (Is there any other kind of New York driver?) The traffic and being lost wore on me.

Oh, and I had 80 views on my blog yesterday. That made me smile so big! Now, you must become a “follower” so I know who I actually stopping by.

DAY 13: Mon June 20

2011-06-20T18:05:00.002-05:00

Hottie offered to moon me if I needed material for my blog. That being said, I have looked into my bag for something to entertain you.

The route is 78 mile to Little Falls, New York, however my left/right skills did not work well today and we took the scenic route. We were off route when I wanted to tell Hottie, “get off the F’ing phone and help me figure out where we are!” I didn’t because I knew full well he didn’t have a clue. The pressure of keeping us on course gets to me. Knowing I can call SAG at any time is comforting and they are quick to get us back on the path.

Total miles: 83.94
Time on bike: 7:39
Total calories: 3439
Total elevation: 1656

Good news today… Tracy has something special for me. It’s not the big map but its something. It put me back in my happy bubble. That along with good knees and good gears makes Barbie real happy.

The SAG divas, Paula and Debbie were moonlighting being match makers. In Erie, Frank joined the group and they were secretly organizing his room across the hall from mine. Everyone in the CR group was aware of their intensions and started whispering when Frank and I had a chocolate milk date. Sadly, the divas left the tour early and Frank left with them.

Today, we rode by a church that looks like a castle and the smallest church. It sits two people and you have to take a boad to get to it.

DAY 12: Sun June 19

2011-06-19T16:21:00.004-05:00

We rode 68 miles to Syracuse, New York, the home of the women’s right hall of fame and the birthplace of Memorial Day. We passed by the Erie Canal Park and it was very scenic. As my ole friend Herman Floyd would say, “It don’t get any better than this.”

Total miles: 70.22
Time on bike: 6:19
Total calories: 3204
Total elevation: 2454

My knees are holding up. I am convinced it’s my gears and I keep pounding the pedals. I am not used to the terrain and climbing so I keep grinding it out more than I should.

68 miles and 6 hours on the bike and I am trying to forget about the map incident. I am still sore about the map. I know, I know, I keep telling myself, “Let it go”. I remind myself that I have a map and a black marker at home and I can make my own map. Hopefully, I will get over it by Boston.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were greeted with “Welcome Crossroads Cyclst” on our door. There is not much going on other than riding, eating, and some much needed laundry that needs to be done.

DAY 11: Sat June 18

2011-06-18T16:08:00.004-05:00

We rode 94 miles to Canandaigua, New York. We crossed the 3000 mile mark across America. It took three years but I am finally doing it- I am riding my bike to Boston. My knees hurt from grinding out the hills but overall I am doing well.

Total miles: 96.4
Time on bike: 7:15
Total calories: 4589
Total elevation: 3354

At about 60 miles into the ride, the road stopped. The rode just ended. Did I pay for this little adventure and hike in the middle of a bike ride? When I saw what we had to climb down I stopped and stared thinking there was no way I was getting across. Right when I think I can’t do something, I dig deep and something inside me finds and way.

Notice the jersey? Today, Hottie and I rode our Texas jerseys. Don't mess with Texas!

My happy bubble was busted today when Tracy told me I would NOT get the map. I must have been putting too much weight on this trophy symbol because I took the news really hard. (I will stop typing now because I don’t want to post something that I will regret later.)

DAY 10: Fri June 17

2011-06-17T14:45:00.003-05:00

We rode 78 miles to Hamburg, New York. We crossed our eleventh state line crossing into New York. It was a great day to ride with overcast clouds and a 6 mph west ward wind. Lake Erie was on our left side and vineyards lined the road to the right. Talk about an awesome riding day.

Total miles: 80.65
Time on bike: 5:43
Total calories: 3990
Total elevation: 1838

Today I opted to leave the shuffle in my bag and talk to Hottie. I think we are getting on the others nerves. He still says I am like a wife, bossing him around, taking his wallet, and not having sex. Our conversations are like this and they go on all day.

Harry: Do you want to stop for coffee?
Me: No, I am good.
Harry: What does that mean?
Me: No, I don’t want coffee. Do you want coffee?
Harry: Let’s move on.
Me: Do you want to stop? This maybe the last place to stop for the next 20 miles. Why did you ask me to stop if you didn’t want to stop?
Harry: (eye roll) Is my seat loose? Would you call the SAG so I could use their tools?

I have not added up the total miles to date but I know it’s a bunch. My days are running together and I am not sure what date it is. I do know I will be in Boston in one week. Just a week more of riding and I am trying to savor each mile. The right combination of ice and meds is making the days much more enjoyable and I feel better. I am in the grove and getting up to pace with the rest of the group.

As I ride, I am still waiting for an epiphany. All the while, I am considering getting this blog and turning it into a book. It is just a thought but something I am thinking a lot about.

The routine of tour is kicking in. Sleep, eat, ride. Eat some more, ride some more, eat some more, and then sleep again. I ate a 1500 calorie burger the other night at dinner, not including the salad, fries, and milkshake. Every day there is strawberry milk or a vanilla shake used as a recovery drink. Every night it is a different hotel and a different room number. If my card doesn’t work, then I know I am in the wrong hotel and possible at the wrong room.

Mom is always on my mind but not in a sad way. She is with me in spirit and I can feel her guiding me. I am in such a happy place knowing she was my best friend and confidant. I am lucky to have had wonderful conversations with Mom, which made it easy to get the cycle of life flowing in full circle.

DAY 9: Thurs June 16

2011-06-16T09:27:00.003-05:00

It is a REST DAY!!!

We are in Erie, Pennsylvania and it is a much needed rest day. Today is all about massage, chiropractor, and sleep. The chiropractor I used is: http://www.krauzachiro.com/ and a masseur is located in his office as well. I may or may not see the sights as rest is a priority. My laundry is all clean and I will lighten my luggage and mail some unused cycling gear home.

I am enjoying all the comments and posts either here and on FB. Sorry that I don’t always get to respond back but know that I am reading them.

DAY 8: Wed June 15

2011-06-15T16:08:00.004-05:00

We rode 89 miles to Erie, Pennsylvania and the tenth state line crossing.

Total miles: 89.7
Time on bike: 7:12
Total calories: 4370
Total elevation: 1765

Wow! We crossed into Pennsylvania and it is starting to feel more real. The day was gorgeous, a perfect riding day for riding. My knee is almost back normal size. I feel like I am finally catching up to the group and enjoying the dirty jokes at the SAG stops.

Today I made PB&J for Hottie and me. He said they looked horrible. Personally, I thought he would be more grateful since I carried them in my jacket all morning. We enjoyed our picnic on the side of the road and he took a five minute siesta.

There were lots of Amish. I spotted 3 buggies, a horse drawn tracker, and a barn full of school kids. The simplistic way of life is refreshing.

The highlight was a stop at a root beer stand. I had a burger and vanilla shake. George Bush (Not the ex-president. His blog is “Ride with George”) and I shared a dance to my song, “Barbara Ann”.

Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers. Tomorrow is a rest day and I anticipate being back to my old self in no time.

2011-06-14T19:16:00.002-05:00

The ride is 91 miles to Niles, Ohio.

Total miles: 60.25
Time on bike: 5:37
Total calories: 2754
Total elevation: 1920

Yesterday, right after I posted my blog I sat at the end of my bed and noticed that my knee was the size of a golf ball. I totally freaked out and started to ball my eyes out. After conversations the doctor, I decided to SAG 30 miles into the first SAG taking some climbing out of the route.

This morning, my knee did not look so bad and riding smart made a difference in my spirits and my knee. Knee is close to being back to normal size.

Debbie and I had a blast in the van. We laughed. We cried. We took wrong turns and ended up in the candy store playing with a baby. The smell of fudge cooking was enough to give me that extra energy for the afternoon.

The horses and cows were all very curious and came to the fence to watch us ride by.

This post is short. Gotta hydrate, recover, and get on with it…

2011-06-13T15:51:00.003-05:00

The route is 97 miles into Wooster, Ohio. We passed by the town of Funk and more Amish homesteads.

Total miles: 76.36
Time on bike: 6:45
Total calories: 3724
Total elevation: 2921

It made my day when I was offered a beer and massage this evening in room 307. I can’t believe I still “got it” if someone finds me attractive after a day of riding. Flattered, but no thanks.

My ego and pride had a fight today as I cried with knee pain. Technically, I did not break the rule and cry on the bike since my foot was on the ground when the pain kicked in. Some how I ended up on the ground and Paula threatened to call an ambulance. I rode about 5-10 more miles before I jumped in the van to the next SAG. After a PB&J, I rode the remaining miles in to the hotel.

Please, don’t worry about me. My spirits are up and emotional happy. I am managing the knee pain and I continue at my own pace, one mile at a time.

The rode goes on and I keep pedaling...

DAY 5: Sun June 12

2011-06-12T19:39:00.002-05:00

We rode 104 miles to Marysville, Ohio. It is the ninth state line Crossing with the final century of the tour.

Wind, wind go away
Turn ‘round and go the other way.

Total miles: 106.33 (Acording to Hottie's computer.)
My battery died on my Garmin, my stats until that point.
Total miles: 84.79
Time on bike: 7:09
Total calories: 3925
Total elevation: 2164

At breakfast, I had a talk with myself giving myself permission to SAG if I needed. I knew I could ride 84 miles, I had just done so the other day (was that yesterday?). The plan for the day was to ride 80, then ride 10, then ride 10 more, and then the last 4 miles. At each mile stone, I would evaluate and decide to ride or SAG from there.

The wind was in my face and I listened to A-Z on my shuffle, twice over. It is bike karaoke when you ride with me. The temperature was a cool 61 degrees. Arm warmers were too much but a rain coat just enough.

Hottie and I finally got some important communication skills down. I told him that he could stop asking me if I was OK and I would TELL him if I was hungry, had to water the plants, or needed a break. Also, I finally asked him if he was making statement or a question. He thought I had turned into his wife because I had been ignoring him. To my defense, I cannot always tell because of the inflect in his accent. He is the pilot and I the navigator. I call out the miles and turns, and he leads the way.

A highlight was my first sight of an Amish horse drawn carriage. Even from two miles away, we could hear the horse clicking down the street. I enjoyed seeing the neighborhood dogs and one that reminded me of my girl Roxy. Tomorrow, Tom Ryan an XC09, will ride with us for the day. He is going to go out with us and the “Dawn Patrol”.

DAY 4: Sat June 11

2011-06-11T13:53:00.004-05:00

We rode to Richmond, IN. 83 miles to the all American rose garden, home of 2,000 roses.

Ya wanna see my guns?

Total miles: 83.63
Time on bike: 6:19
Total calories: 4145
Total elevation: 1713

The day started with rain and then slowed to a drizzle. Soon after, the roads dried and a slight westward wind pushed us. Mom must have heard my prayers for I had a nice wind pushing me on to Boston.

Cheerleaders cheer us after the SAG stop and horse started horsing around, rather loudly, as we road by. The day was more pleasant and the miles ticked away with little pain. Once off the bike, I had a hard time walking from the knee pain. It seems like I can ride my bike with little pain but walking has become the problem. Overall, my body is adjusting to the saddle time and adapting to the tour life style.

It has become all about pain management. I live in compression pants and spend my down time in an ice bath or icing my knee. Sexy is out the window. My hair is lucky to get brushed one time a day and I have been four days without makeup.

Paula (pictured below) accused me of being sentimental and there is no disagreement on my end. I am so lucky to have been able to ride with her last year when we crossed the mighty Mississippi together. We also had each other to take the others picture as we cross into Illinois. This year she is SAG queen and enjoys her job more than anyone I know. (Her blog is: 2011 On The Road... And it is link on my blog roll.)

DAY 3: Fri June 10

2011-06-10T13:46:00.004-05:00

48 miles into Indianapolis, IN

Total miles: 49.73
Time on bike: 5:00
Total calories: 2111
Total elevation: 1116

As for the sights… I don’t really remember any. We did stop at a farm for the SAG stop but everything is a blur. My knee is giving me pain and I am fighting with every pedal stock. There is a doc on tour and he is helping me manage the pain and inflammation. I am going to ride as much as I can with hopes of riding EFI, but it’s a slow go. Hottie has been riding with me, every mile and he has been good company. (Picture above)

My body is getting used to the saddle time and today after riding, I am spent. My body aces and I am tired. If I had three wishes, one of them would be to have clean cycling cloths in the blink of an eye. Second, a sore free body including booty and knee. Three, tailwinds the entire way.

Maybe Mom will hear my pleas and whisper to Him. It sure would be nice if He could turn the fan and give us a nice push to Boston.

2011-06-09T19:14:00.003-05:00

DAY2: Thurs June 9

Total miles: 79
Time on bike: 7:13
Total calories: 3306
Total elevation: 1739

We road to Crawfordsville, IN, 79 miles and it is the eighth state line crossing. We also changed into the Eastern Time Zone. We started the morning showing off our decorated helmets. Thinking that my fuzzy sticks would be a great and light weight idea, I wrapped about 50 of them all over my helmet. What I didn’t consider was the drag it would cause in the wind. By mile 20, I was un-wrapping those fuzzy sticks and leaving them for the wind to carry away.

The XC11 group is really nice and welcoming. They seem to all be friendly and bubbly. I did meet most of the on the rest day so that may also have something to do with all the smiles.

If Hottie could understand my English better he would have offered me cheese to go with my wine. It was windy (the open fields were no protection for the wind), my toes were numb from new shoes, (it took me 5 hours to figure out that I needed to loosen the straps) my knee hurts, and my I’m hungry complaints went on all day. I must have complained all day today. Hottie is being a good sport. Our conversations vary from the US postal system to the term “hanging out”.

It was 62 miles before I started to look for a bush/bathroom. That wasn’t good because I couldn’t consume enough water. Hydration and fuel was big for me and I couldn’t seem to get a good combination down.

2011-06-08T18:15:00.003-05:00

DAY 1: Wed June 8 Champaign, IL

Through my sleepy eyes, it is becoming clearer that I am REALLY riding my bike to Boston. My nerves have gotten the best of me. I have not had a decent night sleep since Saturday and I am forcing food in my mouth to get fuel for the days to come.

As I blog this, I am at a four hour lay over and I share a couple of beers (yes, that is two to add to the count) with strangers at the airport bar. My t-shirt displays “Barbie and her Bike… to Boston” and the bartender gets everyone involved in the conversation. She yells to everyone “Barbie is riding 1200 mile on her bike to Boston.”

Darrell, Champ, and Hottie picked me up at the airport and then we were off to lunch. I have had a couple hours to mingle in the lobby and get my bike loaded up. Since Hottie is caring Boston (a stuffed dog) and Nemo (a fish tank) on his bike, it is up to me to carry the spare time. My flag is my XC09 flag that Karen rode to Boston in 2009. My gear is scattered all of my room but I will worry about that after dinner with 09ers.

The picutre features the XC09 group; Champ, Hottie, Me, and Darrell. Once I get into the grove and spend time one the road, I hope to make some intersting posts for my readers.

Barbie to Boston

2011-06-07T10:57:00.003-05:00

My third and final tour across America brings me a mix of excitement and nervousness. This is the grand finale and I still doubt my strength. There are a handful of XC09ers joining me for part or all of the ride and their support have shown me the CrossRoad riders are friends that I will have a life time.

Today is my last day of work until June 27 and I will miss my home away from home and the friends that I spend most of my time with. I am thankful for my employer and manager for being flexible with my vacation time. I feel extremely lucky to have the opportunity to have this time to explore America.

I will miss my growing family. By growing I mean Dad’s new girlfriend, Lydia and Wendy, Michael’s girlfriend. (My nephew recently moved her from Alabama.) I will miss my girl Roxy and her paws kicking my side every night.

I wonder what the likely hood of getting Hottie to do laundry at the end of the day. Maybe if I get the coins and beer together, he might do the wash. Along with my stats for the day, I will include a new category. It will be: Total beer consumed at route rap. The goal, of course, is to only have one.

Thoughts to Ponder

2011-06-06T08:46:00.002-05:00

After all the important questions of, “Where do you sleep and go to the bathroom?” are out of the way, other big questions are, “What do you do while you ride?” and “What do you plan to do after the ride?”.

Once finished with the ride, I plan to get “XC” tattooed across my current heart tattoo. If I can go through the pain of riding my bike across America, I can go through the pain of anther tattoo.

This year I will have a shuffle and Hottie to ride with. They will be my entertainment while I ride. For you new followers, Hottie is from Liverpool. His real name is Harry but when he pronounces it, his thick British accent sounds like Hottie. I am making a promise to myself that Hottie will not twist my arm into more than one, yes one, bud light a night at route rap.

I have given myself things to resolve and questions to ponder as I ride. To start, here are a few things, also knowing that there may be more that come up along the 1200 mile journey.

- Wouldn’t it be possible to quit my job and travel the world for a year or two or three? Could I go sail somewhere for an extended period of time?

- Barbie wants a baby. I need to find me a good baby daddy. Barbie the bachelorette needs a good bachelor to give a rose to and possibly have a life with.

- Thank goodness I don’t have the relationship stress from the past couple of years. Though I am not heartbroken, there is healing that needs to happen. I need to heal my heart enough to move on for a new relationship.

- What will be my next big adventure? Travel across individual states? Or, across another country?

The Reverend

2011-06-03T12:22:00.003-05:00

There was a defining moment in my life when I realized if I wanted to dance with someone, I had to ask them because they may never ask me. The first time I had the courage to do so; I asked Henry Jenkins, or The Reverend. He is not really a Reverend, in fact far from one. Six years later, we are still dancing together.

The Reverend wrote a book and I am so proud of him self-publishing it. (I am loosely written into the character Juliana). He singed my copy of “The Chicken Shack” and the inscription brought me back to the first night we danced together. I told him “I want to dance with you!” To this day, I am still known for picking out the best dancer in the joint and dragging him to the dance floor.

“The Chicken Shake” is a murder mystery that I absolutely was sucked into and could not put down. It reads close to my heart because so many of the places in the book are places here or around San Antonio. Not sure how The Reverend pulled so many strings but the book is already available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kindle. Soon, he will be doing a book signing in town and a radio interview on a radio station in New Braunfels.

Way to go Cat Daddy! I LOVE the book!

On-line Dating

2011-06-01T14:58:00.002-05:00

Dad mentioned he was on-line about two months ago. I thought me meant that he was on FaceBook. When he asked me to take pictures of him to place on his profile on match.com, I was totally wigged out. Freaked out, shocked and floored- all at the same time.

We did a photo shoot of him working out, in a suite, and standing next to his pick-up truck. He actually changed three different times for the pictures. I even snapped a picture of him flexing his biceps on his bow flex. It was quite a bonding moment to upload his photos and proof read his profile.

Today, Dad has a new girlfriend and her name is Lydia. He seems to really like her and he has his smile back. She is a widow of eight years and they seem to get each other. I have no reason to be angry or upset, only happy that Dad is happy.

The Countdown

2011-05-20T15:02:00.000-05:00

Eighteen days until I depart and I can’t play it off any more. I have mixed feeling of nervousness, anxiousness, and excitement. This has happened in previous years and I am not going to let myself chew on my tongue as a stress reliever. No, not this time. This year I am cool, calm, and collected. Well, that is what I keep trying to tell myself. This year it is easier since I know the routine. All I have to do is pack everything Tracy tells me to and show up ready to ride my bike.

Yes, my knee is still sore and recovering. Yes, my booty is still red. But on the bright side, my hands are extremely soft after applying butt butt’r five times a day.

This weekend I will be attempting an eighty mile organized bike ride in Blanco, Texas. It is called the Real Ale bike ride with beer at the after party. Now that is my kind of bike ride! Tuesday, my bike will get mailed out to meet me in Champaign, Illinois. Until then, I am enjoying the blogs and praying the Mr. Weather has a change of heart to warm up and stop the wind.

Booty Babble

2011-05-14T16:59:00.001-05:00

This is one of those blog entries that might be classified as TMI (too much information). This is my blog and I get to write about whatever I want, knowing full well that you might not care about my bum.

In the nine years of bike riding, this is a first for me. I recall hearing XC09 riders talk about monkey butt and now I can personally relate. This weekend the booty gets to take a break before next week, and the last weekend opportunity to get in a long ride before the bike gets mailed to Champagne. Yoga and running is the only thing my booty can take.

This morning, Roxy and I did the doggie dash. There was lots of booty sniffing going on (between the dogs) and only one dog fight. We walked three miles together and I am hoping this was enough to wear her out for the rest of the day.

Twenty-five more days and I start pedaling. Booty and all!

The Begining

2011-05-09T11:14:00.000-05:00

Sunday, May 8th marked the beginning of the BIG ride. The CrossRoads 2011 group started off from LA to Boston. This is the group that I will meet in Champagne and ride to Boston for the grand finale. I am excited to meet a new group of riders that will soon to be new friends.

Somewhere along the way I will meet up with some XC09 riders. Harry will ride the entire eighteen days with me. Darrell will ride a week, Tom and Champ will ride a day or so.

May 8th, 2011 also marked the first mother’s day that I was without Mom. It was difficult to celebrate a day without her. I could go on about the tears and the sorrow but I want to stay focused on Boston. Today’s post is short.

GREAT Weekend

2011-05-03T07:30:00.004-05:00

This weekend was a GREAT weekend! Saturday was the race and Sunday my family celebrated my birthday. It was complete with cake, piñata, and presents.

Normally, I don’t get too excited about my birthday and parties but this year was different. My sister filled my mom’s shoes and organized a party that Mom would have.

In years past, I would discourage Mom from getting a piñata and would not participate in the swinging. This year I played along and let them cover my eyes and swing around at the air.

This year goes down as one of the best birthday’s and one that I will remember for years to come.

Race for the Cure, 2011

2011-05-02T09:45:00.003-05:00

Race for the Cure, was not really a race but it is a walk to raise money to cure cancer. It’s such a worthy cause and I was ecstatic to participate in the event.

Luckily, I didn’t have to arm wrestle my sister to wear the hat Mom wore last year. If you look closely, you will see twenty ribbons on the bill of the hat. Each one signifies a year that she was cancer free.

It was a 3 mile walk and we walked right in from of the Alamo. The picture include Braden (Alexis step-brother), Alexis my niece, Angela my sister, and me! What a photo op!!

Our team name is Jugg Joggers. Check out the back of our shirts with the team name and a picture of Mom. I tried not to get emotional but a few tears rolled down my cheeks as I crossed the finish line.

Grand Birthday

2011-04-27T06:41:00.005-05:00

My birhtday was grand!

Lunch started out perfect with my own personal menu along with a personalized birthday message at the top.

A little bit of wine with dinner...

And, desert to end the night.

My Birthday

2011-04-26T09:52:00.002-05:00

Today is my birthday and I am glad to say that I am still in my thirties.

I have mixed feelings of sadness and joy. Sad because Mom is not here to call early in the morning and sing “Happy Birthday” to me. Today marks her six month anniversary and I miss her. She would always plan something special for me to do with the family. Luckily, I have a wonderful big sister that has filled mom’s shoes and made my morning.

All the joy started yesterday when friends started wishing me an early birthday. There may be times when I feel lonely but its days like this that remind me how many wonderful friends I have surrounding me. This year is the year for all good things. Thank you for all the birthday wishes, hugs, and everything else!!!

Knee Pain

2011-04-22T14:04:00.003-05:00

You may have noticed that I have been under the radar with training. It’s because my knee is messed up and I have been riding through the pain. On the most recent 70 mile ride, my knee swelled and didn’t go away until today, 10 days later.

I have been poked, x-rayed, and massaged. The doctor has given me some anti-inflammatory meds that don’t seem to help. There is fluid in the back of my knee that has built up from a small leak. They are unable to identify where the leak is from and there is no place to drain the fluid because it is not significant enough or in an isolated area.

The more I ride the more likely the build-up of fluid will become. Doc says that I need to lay off riding to give my knee a chance to recover and I should consider some cross training to avoid the repetitive motion of the bike pedal.

Monday, I received a steroid shot. The shot hurt more than the knee pain. The shot is to see if this will help with the pain I feel when riding. Right now, I don’t want to even push it on the bike so that my knee can fully recover before going on tour. Saturday, I will attempt a 40 mile ride at the Hill country Easter ride. It may turn into 20 or less depending on how my knee feels.

Fiesta Continued…

2011-04-21T15:20:00.002-05:00

It did not surprise me to hear that the major was trying to limit the cracking of eggs during fiesta. But, its fiesta! That’s not gonna happen.

Confetti eggs are part of fiesta and are carried right into Easter. I feel the mayor’s pain in the cleanup effort because confetti lingers in my car and house many weeks after fiesta. I am still finding confetti stains in my shower and stray confetti in my pillow feathers.

This year, fiesta at the market was a reminder that they are many dancers in San Antonio. I had so much fun dancing with friends and even strangers. To my surprise, a friend captured my moves and posted it on youtube. About two minutes in, you will see a clip of me dancing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HqPAyziOzo

Fiesta Fun, 2011

2011-04-18T12:42:00.002-05:00

A little bit of this....

Followed by some of this...

Leads to lots of good times and great friends!

Bad Ride

2011-04-03T10:47:00.003-05:00

All week I prepared myself for a weekend of riding. Saturday was going to be a metric century and Sunday a 50 miler.

Saturday, I woke up tired. But still, I got myself ready and drove an hour and half to the start of the ride. A coffee and a red bull later, I just could not wake up. A coffee at the start of the ride still did not wake me up.

Grumpy and tired, I got on my bike and started to pedal. I did not feel like riding. My legs were heavy and I could not get moving. The complaints start to fill my head.

What am I doing?
Why did I drive an hour to ride my bike?
I’m hungry.
Even through Lara bars are really good, especially the pecan pie, I don’t want to eat another Lara bar.
Spaghetti at 10:30 in the morning is starting to sound pretty good.
I want a puppet. Why didn’t they put another toy in the packet at pick-up?
My knee hurts.
I want my mommy.
My knee is really starting to hurt.
I’m only gonna ride 36 miles today.
Now I am going to have to drive myself back home.

Thirty-five miles later, I finished. Today was a lesson on listening to my body and slowing down. Even a bad day of riding is still a good day when I get to ride my bike.

Milestone

2011-04-01T16:24:00.000-05:00

Like the nerd that I am, I log my bike miles. The log dates back to 2004 and I can tell you how many miles I have ridden for a month and for the year. ALL the miles that I spend on my bike. The miles on my trainer, the miles I commute, the miles for organized rides, and the miles for training rides.

March 2011 was a milestone month for me. I have hit 457.5 miles in a month, a personal best. Yes, I realize that others have gone before me with more miles under them but I am happy with my 100 mile weekends and a couple of weekday rides.

For the month of April, I have two century rides planned. I am on target for the cross roads training and the expected 7000 elevations feet that I will be climbing.

2011-03-27T08:09:00.005-05:00

LBJ metric 100 was another great ride this year. Warmer weather and less wind made the ride very enjoyable. Nolan does an excellent job of running the ride and making sure we riders have everything we need. Lots of rests stops and delicious BBQ at the end of the ride gives you something to look forward to at the end. Did I mention the beer?

Another 100 mile weekend and I am on target for my training miles. The lesson that I learned this weekend was to give myself two days of recovery after donating blood. Other than that, all is good as long as I keep my mouth shut to prevent bugs from flying in. I keep asking myself when I will learn that lesson.

Princess Barbie's Fairytale

2011-03-23T07:44:00.000-05:00

Once up a time, in a far away land there was a Princess. Princess Barbie so longed to have a Prince in her castle. The Princess rode her two wheeled chariot across the country to find a suitable prince to ride beside her. She would not be fooled by shiny chariots, galiant stallions, or cunning personalities. There would have to be a special Prince Charming that would steal Princess Barbie’s heart.

Many days would pass but only a frog would befriend Princess Barbie. The frog would spend countless hours at the steps of the castle with hopes that he could hop in at the first sight of dawn. During those long hours at night, the frog would send the Princess messages in hopes that his croaks would let the Princess know how much he loved her.

In the morning, the frog made his way into the castle and sat outside Princess Barbie’s room. When she opened her door, the frog asked if he could join her on her jaunt across the land. Feeling a bit lonely, Princess Barbie agreed to the frogs’ company.

Not knowing the secrets of the frog, Princess Barbie was being tested. Only the finest of Princesses would suite as a companion for the frog.

The frog would give the Princess choice grapes to snack on, only to test her pallet. During the night, the frog would place a pillow before Princess Barbie along with a single pea amongst the pillow feathers. This was to test Princess Barbie to see if she would identify the bump while she was sleeping. When Princess Barbie would have a restless night because of the pea, then and only then would the frog know that Princess Barbie was a suitable Princess.

Moons passed and the frog began to fall in with Princess Barbie. The frog would sit at the pond croaking his love for the Princess only wishing he could tell Princess Barbie that a kiss would make him into her Prince Charming.

The frog sent the Princess finest garments made of silk linens and precious medals to be worn as a token of love. But, Princess Barbie could not see spending her life with a frog in her castle. The days rotated and the more time Princess Barbie and the frog spent on the country side the more Princess Barbie started to love the frog.

The frog only had until midnight for his spell to be broken. While eating dinner, Princess Barbie sat close to the frog. They leaned in toward each other for a kiss. Acting on love and luck, at the touch of their lips, the frog turned into Prince Charming. It was at that moment that Princess Barbie found her Prince and they lived happily ever after.

Crossroads Reunion

2011-03-20T20:43:00.003-05:00

Sunday was quite a treat to ride with some friends from Crossroads. I love that I met these folks when I was wondering across America and a year or two later we can meet as if no time passed between our last visit.

They came into Fredericksburg, an hour drive from San Antonio. They were too close for me to NOT go ride and have lunch with. Jim Olsen is also here but was unable to snap a picture of him.

No TV

2011-03-16T08:26:00.002-05:00

It has been one week with no television. So far, I have not missed it one bit. Sure I wonder who Brad proposed to and I wonder what funny shenanigans “Modern Family” is up to but, it can wait. I really want to know what is going on with Jersey Shore. I can probably look back at my life when I was twenty-one and get a sense of their drama.

The news focuses on the negative in the world and I am missing all the video clips and updates of the tsunami in Japan. Well, I guess I am not really missing it because I never saw it in the first place.

Without television, I have been keeping myself busy. More bike training and more recovery time. More sitting outside watching Roxy chase birds. More talking on the phone and dinner with friends. And all those things that I needed to do, well, they are almost all done. I have more time on my hands to do productive things with my time. I am liking this.

Ash Wednesday

2011-03-09T12:46:00.002-06:00

Today is the beginning of the Lent. In years past, I had not put much thought into the purpose but would still go through a self-denial period. It was easy to say a rosary a day or even read a devotional meditation. Then I started challenging myself and gave up French fries, donuts, and then sweets.

It wasn’t until two years ago, after giving up alcohol, did I receive great benefit from giving up a personal vice. Never believing I could give up drinking alcohol for forty days, I realized that it was possible and I did it.

This year, I am giving up television for forty days. I will be saying good-bye to “The Bachelor”, “CSI”, “ The Office”, “Modern Family”, “Brothers and Sisters”, "SNL”, and “Jersey Shore”. I still cannot believe I am actually going to do this. During this time I will see how full TIVO can get and maybe even realize that I will not want to go back through each episode to catch up.

Maybe I won’t really miss who Brad will choose and I will not really miss the drama between Sammi and Ronnie on The Shore. This will be a true test of faith. In the absence of television, I plan to work on my relationships by picking up the phone or visiting more often. I will read the pile of books I have wanted to read. Who knows, I may even pick up something or someone new.

Below is some additional information about Lent. I gathered it from Wikipedia.

Ash Wednesday is a day of repentance and it marks the beginning of Lent. The traditional purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer — through prayer, repentance, almsgiving and self-denial. There are traditionally forty days in Lent which are marked by fasting, both from foods and festivities, and by other acts of penance. Today, some people give up a vice of theirs, add something that will bring them closer to God, and often give the time or money spent doing that to charitable purposes or organizations.

Wicked

2011-03-04T10:45:00.000-06:00

The Broadway show, “Wicked” is showing in San Antonio. My favorite line is at the start of production when Glenda appears in her bubble and says, “Aren’t you glad to see me? That’s rhetorical. You don’t have to answer that.”

Like Glenda, I will begin with, aren’t you glad to read my blog?

I pick my brain to write something creative and witty but there is little to choose from. Only bike riding and yoga consume my time. Taking up yoga was my way of forcing me to stretch. After all, I never stretch after a ride even though I know I should.

Spin, spin, and pedal, pedal along with no stretching or yoga made my left knee irritated. This week was a light week for recovery time but still putting one foot in front of the other. Everything is lined up for the big show on June 8th.

Flight scheduled.
Check.
Registration complete.
Check.
Miles on my bike.
Check.
New bike shorts.
Check.
Barbie happy in her bike bubble.
Check.

Mom Memories

2011-02-24T11:08:00.001-06:00

It happens out of the blue. Sometimes it is a memory or it might be something that I am doing. Either way, Mom’s memory fills my heart and my eyes fill with tears.

Sunday, I spent the day pruning her plants and getting the garden ready for Spring. In previous years, Mom and I would be in the yard together. I can remember Mom telling me what to do and what plant to put where.

Suddenly, I stopped and looked up. The wind chime started blowing in the wind and making sweet soft music. She has a way of doing that. She purposefully did things with me so that her memory would always be with me, where ever I go and with whatever I do. Her memory is with me, deep in my soul.

Mr. Right

2011-02-18T11:51:00.003-06:00

It happened to me. In the age of technology, someone broke up with me via text message (he says it’s a mobile message). Not that we were even together to be broken up but the context of this message should have been in person or over the phone.

My first response was REALLY? My second response was I think I should be hurt. Then I realized that I wasn’t too invested to be that devastated.

The third response was to post his message on my blog so that we could all get a good laugh. Yes, I can’t get over the humor of a break up with a text message. As much as I wanted to put a smile on your face it will not be at the expense of someones feelings.

Today, I have to reflect on the words that I told my niece three days ago. Mr. Right will come around. We just have to be patient, that’s all.

Jackson Hole, Wyoming

2011-02-14T10:40:00.004-06:00

My legs needed a week off from riding so I went skiing. The view from the room was incredible. I left San Antonio with an inch of snow to go visit Jackson in nine degree weather.

After the super bowl party, I explored the resort and tried on all the exact replica head dresses that were show cased.

By day five, I got a case of the playboy plague. I wish I could say that I was there but I got it from someone who was there, who got it from someone who was there.

Pecan pie always makes me feel better. I asked for some pie, and I got it.

Soooo.... back to real world. Back to work with the sniffles and another week started with training at 5AM. Happy Valentine’s Day. May all your love wishes come true.

Boring

2011-02-02T12:01:00.000-06:00

My life has taken a turn toward boring. But ya know? I am so good with that.
Wake at 5AM. Spin, spin, spin. Pedal, pedal, pedal. Check my heart rate. Pedal and spin faster, faster, faster.

Five weeks later and all this is pretty routine. My body has finally adjusted to the early mornings. I have slowed from all the caffeine and down to only one cup of coffee from the two cups and two red bull.

My social life has taken a hit. All my time goes to training, hot yoga, Roxy and spending time with Dad. I wouldn’t dare change a thing. For now, I love how things are. I am settled in to my single life and training. That is where I am now.

All The Single Ladies...

2011-01-25T15:29:00.002-06:00

Put your hands up!

You may have noticed that my single stories have stopped. At first, it seemed fun being single again. Nights of dancing all night and returning to self has been fulfilling. But, after a few dates, I am ready to put up the white flag. Training at 5AM is wearing me out and it seems like there is little time for anything else.

It has been three months since the ball and chain detached from me. Not knowing how or why, sadness hit me over the weekend. Three months of no contact, not text messages, no e-mails, and no phone calls. The break-up was like a band-aid that we pulled off quickly. We pulled it off and never looked back.

Aside from the freedom that single life brings there is also an emptiness that exists. I may not ever find another dance partner but I know that a partner for me is out there.

Barbie the Bachelorette

2011-01-20T08:04:00.000-06:00

This blog made me realize that I have to watch what I post so that I do not offend. Even though I have only 28 followers there seem to be more readers that read but may not be followers.

These days it’s easy to virtually stalk someone. Facebook, MySpace, and blogs
leave it easy for the whole wide world a peak into your life.

I really wanted to write about the crazy dates that I have been on but I didn’t want to call anyone out to their strange behaviors.

Then I wanted to write about kissing.

Is there a rule on kissing? How many dates do you go on before you kiss? If you are just dating, is it ok to be kissing other people? (Not at the same time of course.) If you go out on two dates in one day, do you only kiss one of the guys? Should I really be swapping spit with all these people?

Maybe I should change the name of the blog to Barbie the Bachelorette. Now that would be fun. Dating 20 guys at the same time for the WWW to read about. After all, there is a TV show that has the same concept.

On second thought, I don’t have the time or the energy to balance 20 guys into my already hectic bike training schedule. Oh well, it was a fun thought while it lasted. Besides, I am not that girl who kisses and tells.

In the Begining

2011-01-11T08:02:00.004-06:00

This is so TOTALLY embarrassing but everyone has to start somewhere. This picture captures Day 1 of Barbie’s and her bike.

This hill is on a climb that I could not stay on my bike for. I had to walk my bike up. And just for the record, I have taken a personal oath to never walk my bike up a hill.

It was on an organized ride in Gruene, Texas on November of 2001. This particular route was the 23 mile route. I did no training. I didn’t even ride my bike around the neighborhood. I had no real gear (if I remember correctly, the helmet was borrowed.) My college friend, Art Sanchez, talked me into getting on my bike and riding with him and a group of friends.

Nine years later, he reminds me that I whined and complained about how sore I was but somehow I still smiled and never stopped riding. He laughs at how I look like I am passing a kidney stone in the picture. (Those are his words.)

I am glad that I continued to ride, perserviered and put one foot in front of the other.

Training for Boston

2011-01-05T16:55:00.002-06:00

After noticing the title of my blog, I figured I should probably post something about riding a bike.

Training started this week. This is what it looks like.

Wake 5AM.

Stumble out of bed.

Feed Roxy.

Take my vitamins.

Fill water bottle. (It was placed out the night before.)

Quick pony tail in the hair (If needed, I can fix it later on my bike.)

Change into the bike gear that was set out the night before.

Turn on DVD player and make sure subtitles are turned on.

Turn on music and play real loud.

Put on socks and cleats.

Sit on my bike by 5:05ish.

Pedal. Pedal. Pedal. And pedal some more. For about 50 minutes or so.

Ask myself why I am up so early.

Remind myself that I am training to ride my bike to Boston.

Tell Roxy that now is not a good time to play ball. She drops the ball and walks out of the room. She goes back to bed to snuggle in warm sheets. I secretly hate she gets to do that.

I wonder why I am talking to myself and talking to my dog.

Pedal. Pedal. Pedal. And pedal some more.

6AM comes around and I smile at myself for completing another ride on my trainer.

Ask me on June 23 if this is all worth it and I have a feeling that the answer will be YES!

CrossRoad Blog List

2011-01-05T10:41:00.000-06:00

My blog roll has grown. I have removed the blogs that are not longer posting but I want to be able to refer back to them. If I have left any off the list, let me know. (Jim, I know you may find discrepancies.)

Roy- http://www.keeppedaling.com/

Jan- http://bikingacrossamerica-jan.blogspot.com/

Chris Hall: http://clhall2010.blogspot.com/

Harold: http://bikeforafbridgeportacademy.blogspot.com/

Bill: http://billsxcbiketrip.blogspot.com/

Yutzy: http://takes2totandem.blogspot.com/

Willie: http://willieonbikela2boston.typepad.com/willie_4_faan/

Mike: http://wheelsonthebikegoroundandround.blogspot.com/

Jim’s: http://jimsbigridexc09.blogspot.com/

Nancy: http://www.nancyaroundtheworld.com

Karen: http://cyclingacrosstheus.blogspot.com/

Paula: http://www.paulaontheroad.blogspot.com/

Paula: http://gotsag.blogspot.com/

Greg: http://gbbiketour.blogspot.com/

Tom: http://tryanlatoboston.blogspot.com/

Al: http://whereislance.com/

2010

2010-12-31T19:09:00.005-06:00

As I look over the year, I ponder on what I have accomplished and what taken place in my life. There is nothing that I would take back and nothing I would change.

2010 will be the most memorable for me because it is the year that I lost my mother. She showed me love and left an impression on me of what a mother should be. I only hope that I could be half the mom she was.

In February, I skied my first black.

In June, I rode more than half way across America on my bicycle.

In August, I competed in my first triathlon.

October, I lost a love. I learned to listen to my heart and make decisions for ME.

My resolutions/goals for the year are:
1. To continue trying things, going places, and doing things that I have never done before.
2. Race in a team time trial or individual time trial.
3. Ride my bike to Boston.
4. Progress in my profession/career.

So it is written, so it will be. I want to look back next year and see how far along I have come.

May you have a wonderful and prosperous New Year filled with many blessings!

A Year of Firsts

2010-12-27T13:19:00.001-06:00

The holidays have me at a loss for words and on an emotional roller coaster. They say that the first year after losing a loved one is a year of firsts.

We made it. (We meaning Dad and I.) Dad and I spent most of Christmas Eve and Christmas day together, either at his house, friends of the family, or at my god-parents house. It is nice having my new best friend to run around town with. He’s an ol’ guy, but I still love ‘em!

The house was quiet. Popo went back to his house for the weekend and we missed hearing the sliding of his house slippers gliding over the tile floor. The only noises came from Rambo, the parrot, saying “Oh my guad” and from the three dogs growling and barking at each other. Thankfully nothing was chewed and I am lucky to still have my replacement phone intact.

Mom’s presence was with us in spirit and will always be.

Santa Baby

2010-12-22T14:52:00.002-06:00

Christmas is approaching and my ring tone for this time of year is Santa Baby. I hear Madonna singing the song with her sexy voice.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Boo doo bee doo

Really, I am not a materialist person but the song always brightens my day. Truthfully, I am sad without Mom. The phone ringing is a small reminder every time someone calls me, to cheer up. Each day it gets better. Little by little. Step by step.

My Guy

2010-12-17T15:34:00.003-06:00

I started looking for a new guy in my life. Maybe I am rushing things but I REALLY want to get on with my life, as I see it in my dreams. Then something happened.

I stopped and looked around.

This is was I saw.

My nephew Michael, my great-grandfather, and my father. Without even looking far, my life is surrounded my men. Nothing could make me happier!

Let me introduce you to my new best friend. He is my father.

Since Mom pasted away I lost my best friend but I have a new best friend in my father. I talk to him like he is Mom and surprisingly, he listens. He gets me and is more open to share his feelings. We talk everyday and visit at least once a week. I find myself at the house staying for hours.

This is what Mom wanted and I am elated with the bond my family has started to form.

Pop Dancing

2010-12-06T15:34:00.003-06:00

There is no way I would let you down and not share my story from the weekend. This picture says it all with the look on my face. D gave me permission to publish his picture. At least that is what I heard. Hopefully, he could hear me over the ear busting music. I believe I am a little more deaf today.

After drinking a couple of margaritas we headed over to a local club in town. The story goes that this club plays 80’s music. It turns out they play a mix of 80’s music and the latest hits are broadcasted on a local radio station. We hear that we should fit into the crowd easily since it’s supposedly an older crowd. But, not so much. The crowd ended up being a VERY young group and a little rough around the edges. The dancing is hip hop.

Two boys pop dancing brought me a smile. It was SO cool! There was a circle around them and they were sliding and popping all over the place. D grabbed me and started to teach me. We danced song, after song, after song. I had a blast trying to pick up the moves. Though it didn’t really work for me, it was fun trying.

I have three more weeks of dancing then seriously, I am going to get serious about training.

Wanna Play Ball?

2010-12-05T15:09:00.002-06:00

Are you going to throw me the ball or are you going to just stand there?

Weight Loss

2010-11-28T15:53:00.005-06:00

It finally happened. I lost 270 pounds. It took me three and a half years but I lost the extra weight. Robert and I broke up.

This blog is not going to smash him. In fact, he is a really great guy and I am a really great gal but we are not great together.

So hence the beginning of the being single stories.

I was out drinking in a bar (isn’t that how all good stories start?) and I scope out the good dancer in the place. It is a talent of mine. I can always find the best dancer in the joint.

This particular night, the best dancer happens to be a young college guy that has had way too much to drink and is slapping his guy friends a$$. I think this guy is gay and when I ask him, he declares his name to be …. Well, I couldn’t really hear his name but I heard his last name as Faggot. (I’m serious. These are his words, not mine.)

Since he is gay, I quickly answered, “Yes” when he asked if he could lift me. Two beats later, he grabs my hips and picks me up. It felt pretty natural to wrap my legs around his waist. He begins to dip my head and I feel like I am riding a rodeo bull.

This is where the fun begins. In between drinking and dancing, I may squeeze in a ride or two. But for now, jumping around on the dance floor sounds like more fun.

Do Over

2010-11-23T11:32:00.000-06:00

Yes, I may have disappeared for a couple weeks. I have been figuring out a way to change the tone from the loss of Mom to something a little more uplifting. Adjusting has been hard, especially with the holidays quickly approaching. I do not want to be Debbie Downer any more.

Soooooo……..

Can I get a big drum roll please?

I have mailed in my deposit to complete the bike ride to Boston! Boston, here I come!!! June 8th I will start pedaling and will arrive on June 24.

My bike is on rest for November and December. January I will pick up my training again. Late night salsa dancing is order while my legs rest. Shaking, twirling, and drinking too much are on my agenda until then. Cheers!

Tribute to Mom

2010-11-08T13:51:00.000-06:00

These past few months have been difficult, to say the least. Vaguely, I remember friends preparing me for the hard times ahead. Not sure what they meant, I quickly figured it out.

Had it not been for Dad, I would have not known how to care for Mom those three months at their home. With his guidance, we were able to get her up a few times. Eventually, it was more than we could handle and we moved her to a hospice in-patient facility.

This was a grueling 12 day stay. Day in and day out, I watched her every breath. Her chest would rise and fall. I found myself holding my breath waiting for her next breath. This is where I learned that patients will not let go until their family has accepted their loved one will no longer be around. In my case, it was Aunt Daisy that was holding on to her sister.

Some days she would speak but those days were few and far between. After spending some time combing her hair and washing her face, Mom wiggled herself up and was lying on her elbow.

Me: You don’t look comfortable and you may hurt yourself. Why don’t you lie down?

Mom: Because, I don’t want to. (And this is where she sticks her tongue out at me.)

I am thankful for all the days that I was able to spend with Mom. I cherish every single memory I have with her and of her, even if my last memory is of her sticking her tongue out at me.

My grieving has been minimal since I have been grieving for the past two years. Adjusting to a life of not going to Mom’s or not visiting Mom has been the most difficult. Relief has taken the place of sadness. There is relief in knowing that Mom is not suffering and is no longer in pain.

Favorite Mom Pictures

2010-11-01T15:04:00.008-05:00

They say pictures are worth a thousand words. After placing Mom in her final resting place, I am at a loss of words. Today’s post is a few of my favorite pictures of my mom in celebrations of her life.

Mom as a baby:

Mom in Junior High:

Mom as a high school cheerleader:

Mom as a young adult and dating Dad:

Mom as a Mom (I'm the baby):

My Mommy

2010-10-25T09:16:00.000-05:00

It was a hard decision, but I came back to work this week. Mom’s status is the same and we could be in hospice for weeks. It’s been ten days and her heart continues to beat strong. The doctor explained it best saying that health people have good and bad days. Sick people experience the same good and bad days.

No riding. No working out. Being back in my routine should help me get back to myself.

Simple

2010-10-17T13:12:00.004-05:00

Sorry to keep my blogger readers hanging for so long without a post. I hope you understand that my time is consumed with Mom. This post will be simple and just enough to let you know that I am still here.

I try to keep my humor and my spirits up. I believe that is what Mom would want. Tour de Grueue is not in my future this year. Sadly, I will be unable to race in the TTT that I was hoping for but there was no time to train.

Mom's care became too much for us so we have transferred her to a hospice unit that can provide 24 hour care. Her pulse is still strong but is unable to hold conversations. It will be emanate soon.