January 4, 2004
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I'm Baaaaaaaack!
The trip to Arkansas was FULL. Three days packed with meetings, discussion, negotiation - and that was all in the morning as we worked out the shower schedule. My poor Dad, on New Year's Day the 70 year old septic system suffered a critical failure that turned out to be fatal ... and unfortunately, no one in the family is a plumber. But even worse than that - the cable modem was refusing to flush properly when I got home from visiting Jeff last night so I wasn't able to post about my evening.
Now I'm home in Indiana, with pictures and everything, and Xanga won't let me upload them. o_0
I'll try to make up for this later, but I'll tell you now that the highlight of my trip was last night. Jeff has a new toy - a Honda 1100 something something something (I'm no good at remembering the numbers and letters he rattled off to inform me of the make and specifications of his motorcycle.) And here's the deal, I had to SWEAR that I wouldn't tell my Mom because he's afraid that if she finds out, he'll be banned from his Aunt Lib's turkey and dressing forever ... but I talked Jeff into taking me for a ride. It was so cool. Of course, my part was easy - "DON'T LEAN" - his part was to be tour guide, pilot and windscreen. And (really DON'T tell my mother) we got out on Highway 270 so he could show me the fun of curves.
Yes, I'm thinking that my desire to own a helicopter has just been replaced by an even stronger (and more attainable) desire to own one of these toys. Tim suggested that I should take two chapters of Kant and lie down til the feeling goes away, but I'm not sure that's strong enough medicine to squelch this passion.
Comments (24)
Oh, you've got it in your system now! Zoom zoom zoom. Look out now....here comes cyclingmomi! Glad you made it home. Looking forward to the pics.
I just had a vision of you in a BIKER BABE BLACK LEATHER outfit. I must say I have a desire deep down to be a biker babe. Since I know Jeff I love the part about the daddy thing. I remember when I had a HUGE crush on him and your aunt told me to quit calling him that Ladys don't call boys... HELLO I AM NO LADY just a 13 old in heat (LOL) I am so sorry that I didn't get to see you but if you choose to leave with brother I am cool with that. We will be close enough to DO LUNCH!!!
THOUGHT I GAVE YOU TWO EPROPS... SO HERE WE GO AGAIN.....
Oh my goodness... biker chick ... tearing down the road... wild thing...
Bright blessing Chel
I used to have that same passion, I think died out when I had kids tho, lol...Glad you enjoyed the trip.
Just remember the bungee cord for those groceries!
My my mymymymy - Quiltnmomi in chaps. Now there's a mental image whose time has come!
I am glad you made it home safe and sound
Now, THAT (motorcycle fantasy!) is something I can relate to...
HOWEVER my own lust for the wind in my hair has gotten me into a lot trouble. Of course, that was a long time ago. So much younger and more naive back then.
Terri, your couragous (sp?) blogs on your divorce have had a huge impact on me. Especially your blog inspired by advice to Kyle. I actually came out of denial about issues in my marriage and had a BIG talk with my husband about the big shadow of our relationship. It was such a relief to name the forbidden thing, to acknowledge that this could be fatal if we don't address it---rather than working under the terrible misconception that it's fatal if we DO address (denial is such a warped animal, isn't it?). Anyway, it's really turned things around for us. Renewal in the new year! Thank you!
My 13 year old daughter has a Harley fantasy! As a mother I sure hope that changes!
Hugs
OK, I promise not to tell.
Mike
Glad you're all home safely.
My personal fantasy bike (one that I have sat on, but never ridden) is a 1981 Harley FLH owned (with about 3 dozen other Harleys) by a guy I used to work with. Although, if I had cash money (and leave to do so) right now, I'd probably buy a BMW... One can always dream...
We might be headed to Arkansas at the eand of the month. The band Gooch plays in has been invited to play at a convention in Hot Springs
*tee hee!*
Welcome home & welcome to 2004!
Quiltnmomi is go! Biker chick for real. What fun!
I always wanted to go sky-diving...but it is a desire whose day has come and gone, I fear. (I've heard that that is the greatest thrill in life.)
I'm Telling Momma!!! na na na na naaaaa naaaa!
Whoo! Biker Mama! Go for it!
T
I really like riding on 'cicles' (pronounced like icicles)and can understand the need.
I hope you are careful though at least while you have Tucker to raise. He's gonna need his momi for several years... 15 -20 more at least I'd think. 
My son is 19 and still needs me... just don't say it in front of him, he'll deny it. heh heh
Well, I am beat so goodnight. I'll try and get by more regularly, I miss the excursions by here since my time online has been cut to so much less, but I hope this year to get around more than I have the last month or so.
huggies,
Deb
I love the free feeling of riding a motorcycle....it is so raw ...that is the only way I can describe it....
I am happy you are home safely......
sending you lots of love,
Tina
Welcome Home.
I love those big quiet motorcycles. The ones with plenty of room for big booties like mine.
I dated a guy who had one that could almost be considered a dirt bike. It was way too loud and it made my butt vibrate, but, that wasn't a pleasant feeling at all. It itched like crazy!
Your comment left me speechless for a little bit. Good thing I'm alone.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Oh, I had to check to see exactly what I wrote. I'm tired and didn't get much sleep tonight.
We had a small quilting group which named itself Biker Babes.....the very opposite of who we really were! I furnished a picture of a Harley and we had tee shirts made with name and photo. There are two things my son will not allow me to do: play in his band and ride his motorcycle!
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