whew Long time no post. No real reason for lack of updates. I can do this from work, from home, from anywhere I have net access. That's the wonderful thing about Blogger, I can update from pretty much anywhere.

Harleyroads.com is coming along. I'm halfway through my models section. Once I get that up, I'll probably open the site, and then finish it as I go. I'm getting excited about it.

Otherwise, it's the same old same old. Kids and I are going down to my moms for the 4th of July weekend. Gail is staying here to work at her part time job, full time. She took a weeks vacation from her full time to work full time at the part time, while her part time boss(es) go on vacation.

Get all that? :)

What a killer weekend. Rolling Thunder. Wow....the sound of 200K Harley-Davidson motorcycles (and others) taking off is amazing. And to be in that pack, riding around the nations capital was something else. I can't wait to do it again next year. However, this week...looks like it's time to strip the bike...take the tanks and fenders off, and ship them off to get painted. Eeeek!

Today is Towel Day. I have my towel. I hope I see a bunch of other people with towels. And I hope this is amusing Douglas Adams to no end. I bet he's giggling his butt off somewhere.

This weekend is Rolling Thunder, which I will be riding in. For those that don't know, motorcycle riders come from across the country and meet at the Pentagon. They then ride across the bridge to the mall. It's to raise awareness for the POW/MIAs from all wars still out there.

Aside from the picnics, BBQs, time off work and such, we should remember what this weekend is for. A time to honor the memory of our vets, and to appreciate that which they fought, and died for.

I so wouldn't want to be in Cody's shoes right now. His teacher is supposed to send home "weekly reports" every Friday. She forgot it last Friday, so she gave it to him yesterday. She found it on the floor under a desk this morning, so she taped it to Cody's desk. After the kids had come in, then gone back out for recess, she found it in the trash. When she confronted him about it, and told him that she was calling his mom, he just said "uh oh, busted".

Gail is now on her way to the school to sit in his class. I sure wouldn't want to be him...