Man, slippery tubs sucks. I was in the shower this morning, and the wife hopped in. As I was maneuvering around so she could get under the shower head, I slipped, both feet going out from under me at the same time.
Naturally, I was against the shower curtain, and not the wall when I did this. Went ass backwards right out of the shower, hit my back against the corner of the counter, and flopped on down to the bathroom floor, where I managed not to yell out all sorts of obscenities.
Now I have a wonderful cut/bruise up my back (about 4 inches long...damn sharp counter top!) and it hurts to rotate my right arm around, as it's sore. Geezus, I tell ya, when it rains, it pours.
Some days I look upon my wife with awe and wonder, simply amazed by her beauty, her compassion, her inner child. And other days, I look upon her, and go "you are such a dork"...
Take last night for instance. She told me about this dream she had. It was one of those dreams you have that incorporate reality into your dream. We were snuggling in bed, and I was rubbing her butt, simply 'cause I know she likes her butt rubbed (yeah, alright, I like rubbing it too. So sue me.) and she dreamt that as I was rubbing her butt, this pink smoke came out of her ass and consolidated into a genie, who then proceeded to give me three wishes.
No more ice cream for her before she goes to bed!
And for those of you wondering, yes, I rubbed her butt a lot trying to get the genie to come out.
I meant to post this yesterday afternoon, when I got back, but for some reason, I never got around to it. The largest group ride I've ever been on prior to today was about 25 bikes. Today, I met with a group of about 30 at the dealership for the Toys for Tots run. From there, we headed down to Classic Iron where, we met up with about 500-750 more bikes for the run to Fredricksburg. Yup, you read that right. Between 500 and 750 motorcycles. It was way cool (And loud!). There were bikes everywhere...mostly Harleys, but there were also BMWs, Ducatis, Hondas, Yamahas, Kawazakis. You name it, it was there.
The Toys for Tots run is sponsored by the United States Marine Corps every year, to help get toys, and raise money for those less fortunate during the holidays. It's a great cause, and I'm glad Gail kicked my butt outta bed this morning to go. They had one vendor there, and one concession stand. However, this is the first year they've done this, so I suspect next year it'll be even better.
There was a radio station onsite doing a live broadcast, and they were doing USMC and Harley-Davidson trivia. First question was; what was the first names of the Davidson brothers? I happen to be close to the the table, so I wandered down there, gave the right answer, and received a set of Mac tools. Well, it was two screwdrivers, and a tape measure, but it was still pretty cool :) (The answer, in case you're wondering, is Arthur, William, and Walter)
So after grabbin' some grub, and chattin' some, I headed home. I like riding in groups, but I think I like alone better, or with just one or two other people. It was a wonderful ride back up 17 to 28. Sad to say though, I believe this will the be last good ride of the season. I'm sitting here in sweats and am just now warming up. My fingers were cold, my knees were cold...getting to be that time of the year!
You know...I hate it when I'm taking a shower, and the shower curtain blows in. It cuts the shower in half, unless you want to shower with vinyl stuck to your backside. So naturally you weigh down the bottom of the shower curtain with shampoo bottles. And you know, if I wasn't married, that would be a problem. When I was on my own (and had hair), I had one shampoo bottle. Now, there's at least 4 bottles in there: shampoo, conditioner, special face wash, hydroxexfoliatingsomethingortheother...all sorts of cool stuff.
Ah, November. Woke up this morning, peeked outside, and saw a sheen of frost on the cars. Guess Fall is finally and truly here. Part of me is thinking I should be out on the bike every second I get, before the riding season is over and done with. The other part of me is thinking "alright! SNOW is on it's way!!!"
In case you haven't guessed, I LOVE the snow. I love cold weather. I love it when it's like 20 below, the wind is blowing, the snow is falling, and it's just crap outside. I love that.
Yeah, well, same to you.
Halloween has come and gone, and I swear, these kids are just getting rude. Were we like this when we went trick or treating? They rush up to the door, half the time they don't say trick or treat, and the other half of the time, they don't say thanks. When we went trick or treating, we said all the proper things, and were usually polite. Oh, and we tee-pee'd houses.
Gail just IM'd me, said we should be practicing Tantric Sex. I don't even know what the hell Tantric Sex is, but apparently Sting swears by it. I also told her I was going to put this in my journal, and she said go for it. I think either a) she doesn't believe me, or b) she doesn't think anyone reads my journal. Which is probably true. Although I know my mom reads it.
And of course, because I had a good Friday, I'm going to have a crap Monday. Well, I might not have an entirely bad crap Monday. But it's not starting out very well, that's for sure.
My computer has decided that it needs to be rebooted about every 20 minutes, and it tells me this by locking everything on the screen. My shoulder STILL hurts (tore it up about 6 weeks ago...my mom says it's rotor cup related. weee. Thanks ma) and I didn't get to go riding at ALL This weekend.
This weekend was busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest. We had Sarah's Birthday party, Cody's Little League game, Cody's End-of-the-season team party, and a Halloween party. And that was all on Saturday.
ugh.
Gail and I are going to be spending most of the next 2 weeks cleaning, as her parents are coming to stay with us for three weeks starting the 9th of November. Gotta make my computer area all nice and neat. Darn.
Nothing like riding to work in the fog. It's quiet (well, as quiet as you can be on a Harley), the other vehicles loom up out of the fog at you, and disappear as quickly...almost surreal.
So I made it to work ok, and get settled in with a nice cup of hot chocolate to help chase the chill from my cheeks. I read through my email (or is it e-mail??) and discover that I have to ride to one of our other offices to update a machine for an executive type. Oh joy. Oh hooray. It's one thing to be blitzing around (albeit carefully) on a bike in the fog at 7a.m. It's another to have to do it when there's a bunch more traffice out.
Today turned out to be a pretty nice day. I love Fridays like this. I just got back from my son's Halloween parade. Damn, those kids can be so cute. They all marched around the parking lot, led by their principle, who was dressed as a Dalmatian. Cody went as Harry Potter. Along with 18 other kids. Seems to be the popular thing this year.
Gail and I (and the kids) are going to a Halloween party tomorrow night. Gail and I are going to go as Thing 1 and Thing 2. We got the idea from a couple of the kids at the parade. Easy costumes, and pretty cool too. Cody and Sarah are going to a sock hop at the school tonight. And with Gail at work, I get to watch Friends in relative peace tonight. Sweet!
Talk about a nice weekend. Cody and I went on an Indian Guides sponsored camping trip on Saturday night, and man, did we have a blast. We got there early on Saturday (we were the second ones there) and set up our tent. After everyone else arrived we went down to the pond, and did some canoeing, and some fishing. Cody even caught a fish! There was a small barn right next to the pond that had two horses. We fed the horses some, and then headed back to camp.
Back at camp, we had a good sized fire going. By now, we had our whole tribe there, along with 2 tribes of Indian Princesses (The Princesses are for Fathers and Daughters, whereas the Guides are for Fathers and Sons). So there were about 20-25 kids there, all running around, playing flashlight tag, and yelling loud enough to shake the leaves off the trees
After we ate dinner, we had a "Silent Walk", where we walked silently up the path (Or tried to. It's kinda tough telling 5 boys to walk quietly) and every 50 yards or so, there was a sign with one of the Indian Guides sayings on it. After that, we sat around the big bonfire, singing songs and telling stories. It felt like the kind of camping experience I always wanted to do as a kid. I was glad Cody and I were able to do it together.
Sunday, we hiked on down to an old quarry, and then it was time to pack it up and head home. Last night as I was tucking Cody into bed and telling him how nice of a time I had, he said "Oh, me too Dad. I can't wait until next weekend"
"What's next weekend?", I asked.
"Our double camping trip! You know, where we camp out two nights in a row?"
"No, Cody, we're not going camping next weekend"
"Oh, then the weekend after", he says.
Uh oh, I'm thinking...he's expecting to go camping again already. "Uh, Cody, we're not going camping for a long time again. We have to wait until next May to go with the Guides"
"Well then, you and I will have to go camping dad. Next weekend"
"uh, Goodnight Cody"
Hopefully, with the excitement of Sarah's b-day, and Halloween coming up, he'll forget about it.
Also went to see Jackie Chan's new movie Friday night with my friend Derek from work, and his lovely wife Winnie. We had a good time. Jackie Chan was as awesome as ever.