what can brown do for you?

Can you believe I haven’t gotten my automatic canner yet? First, I was notified that the item would not be delivered without a signature. So, of course I couldn’t get home the day it was attempted to be delivered and found a UPS sticker on my door of failed attempt.

Since I supposedly telework on Thursdays I got online and signed up for crock-of-shit UPS My Choice, paid the $5 to change delivery date to the following Thursday. Said Thursday rolls around and no delivery was made. I went online to check my bullshit UPS My Choice account and realized that I had made it for the following Thursday (which, is TODAY!). I also checked a box online requesting to release the signature and authorize it to be left at the house since my stupid boss has decided it’s a new rule now that we cannot telework if there’s a holiday in the week and I had to come in.

THEN, I get an email this morning from UPS CHOICE saying basically, Oh, sorry we changed the delivery to TOMORROW because we accidentally left the package at our facility.

I called UPS and rained down a stream of expletives –to two people, I might add – that ended with “you’d better find a way to deliver my package TODAY or else you can refund me my $5”.

I was taking it all out on the treadmill afterwards while two calls came in from them. I let it go to voicemail because I had wasted enough time with these stupid What-can-Brown-do- for-YOU?-people. They’d just better find a way to fix this without keeping me on the phone for another 30 minutes.

Supposedly, the thing is being delivered today and my $5 is being refunded. We’ll see

yoga – blah

I left for yoga after I wrote that last post. I think I need some more yoga in my life because I feel like a stiff twig that might eventually snap. In the past when I’ve been running a lot I’ve taken a yoga class once a week to tune up the muscles and try to get more flexibility. After yesterday’s class I feel like I’ve been ran over by a train. It’s going to take some time to get to the level where this stuff actually feels good.

I also jointed weight watchers yesterday. I’m just doing the online program right now. By the time I added in all my food yesterday I only had 8 points left for dinner. Two beers would have done it but I skipped it and shared the Mediterranean sampler platter I brought home for both Charlie and I for “dinner and a movie” night. We made a picnic in the living room and watched 50 Shades of Grey. I have the books but haven’t read them but I have to admit I was surprised at the ending. I know they are probably opening this up for a sequel – sure. I thought it was just O.K. and glad I didn’t pay money to see it in the theatre.

So, this whole points thing has me wanting to work out twice per day so I have more booze food points to work with. I took the dogs on a long walk today – which, was more points that the yoga – surprisingly, because I thought I worked my @ss off in there. I need to go out to the grocery store and pick up something to make for dinner tonight. I have a recipe picked out. Wonder if I should ride my bicycle there – Lol. I’m afraid to leave because they are supposed to deliver my automatic canner today.


I cannot wait to get that thing and start canning some salsa, pickles and dilly beans. No more standing over a hot stove in the middle of summer waiting for the water to boil so I can sanitize the jars. I’m hoping to try it out this weekend and at least make some salsa. I can buy most of the produce I need at the Farmer’s market.

p*ssed-off-ness but back

I’ve been out of the loop lately, I know. Charlie and I are on the mend – with her foot and our emotional states. In fact, things are pretty good right now. We’ve switched up some things and let other things go. She had a doctor’s appointment yesterday

(<—–Her x-ray is the Instagram pic to the left) and the doc said she could start putting full weight on her foot anytime she wanted. (now whether she wants to do that is another story because it still hurts quite a bit).  We’re hoping she will be on the Harley the end of June – possibly sooner but I’m holding out for then.

There’s just been some annoying sh*t going on that I would like to vent about on here because I can and it’s less harsh than telling the person(s) exactly how I feel about them. And, I’m going to number them, too.

  1. I am still annoyed with Charlie’s family (minus her Dad). It seems like every time she calls her mom she yells at her about something. For example: the day we went out for a bicycle ride – she can ride just not put the bad foot down. She yelled at her about being out and riding her bike and possibly hurting herself again – this is from the woman who has wrecked her bicycle 3 times and has broken bones. The other day she yelled at her for driving and talking on the phone. If she’s so f*cking concerned then she should get her @ss on a plane and come up and see her. But, there’s always the excuse of her grandmother isn’t doing well and her Dad may have to have surgery – but, no one is going to die over her being gone for three friggin’ days!  I’m still pissed that she never came up and visited Charlie while she couldn’t work and was on the mend and she’s hardly heard from her brother, sisters-in-law since this happened. Plus, it’s not like anyone in my family rushed down to help, either. Not that I wanted them but still –
  2. I really hate to say this but Ellen. Maybe it’s because I’m just jealous of how her family and Stacy just swooped in and took care of her house, chickens, animals, making meals and doing everything for her less wiping her @ss. She’s even been home from work and somehow getting paid for it despite not having any kind of disability. She’s was even whining to Charlie yesterday about how she can’t drive for a month and Charlie was saying – try not driving for 3 months, sista! Not to mention walking. At least Ellen can get around with her leg brace on without crutches.  In fact, I’m kind of taking a break from Ellen these days until I have an attitude adjustment because none of this is her fault –it’s just really freaking annoying.
  3. I got neither job I interviewed for. In fact, the one I interviewed for in my own department our boss sent out the rejection letter to all of us who didn’t get it – all of our names were copied on the email so we knew who all interviewed for it and deduced who got the job because his name was the only one not on the email. So tacky.
  4. I’m really pissed off that we still haven’t been able to take a honeymoon or vacation. It’s not anyone’s fault, really, it’s just I’m suffering a pang as we were supposed to leave for Pensacola Beach today to stay at the condo I had booked and then had to cancel on. I can’t even think about sucking down some oysters on the beach and drinking cold beer. Don’t think about it, Lanie.

So, there – that’s all my pissed-off-ness in one page. Part of this is trying to just let it go and move on. I’m trying. I hope I didn’t offend anyone. But, other than my 1-4 spew things are good. I cannot wait for this week to be over with and I decided to take a week off in June just to take a virtual class and hang out and do whatever I want. Maybe I’ll go fishing, maybe not. But, there will be plenty motorcycle riding.

taking a break from it all

We got back from Florida and it was a very stressful trip. Part of this is my fault because of never taking the time to think through everything that would be involved in taking this trip and the stress involved. Really what we should have done was go to the coast and sit by a pool and if the kids wanted to come see us they could have just driven up. Hindsight is 20/20, I guess.

I came back to a mountain of work and having to go in for an interview on Tuesday. It went well and if they offer me this job I’m going to jump on it. It’s a smaller group and less projects to manage. More public relations which I feel I would be good at. Less stress, it seems.

Charlie and I haven’t been the only people under stress lately. It seems like our group is kind of imploding with stress. Ellen had her surgery last week and Stacy has been taking care of her. Ellen’s aunt flew in and is relieving Stacy while she goes to work. Then, Ellen’s Mom takes over in a few weeks. I have to say I’m somewhat jealous of the treatment she’s been getting in contrast to Charlie’s parents messaging us two days after her surgery that they were going to Mexico and wouldn’t be available for a week or so and that they would call when they got back. I am thankful to all our wonderful friends who have been there helping and caring for us and keeping us from nervous breakdowns. I honestly don’t know what I have would have done without them because I have realized recently that I am indeed not a mountain nor an island and capable of self supporting everything. I do relay on others for support – not only Charlie but friends as well.

Its’ hard being a caregiver. Period. Truth is – it’s been a lot to take on. Everything has been stressful so – I’m trying to check out for a little while. I’m really tired of worrying about everyone else and want to focus on myself for a little while and not worry about pissing someone off, disappointing someone, not being all, doing all that I should. I’m tired.

I started drum lessons with Yvonne the other day. She is exactly the type of teacher I need to do this. She has me working on sticking exercises, repetition and simple beats. I have homework and I told her that I need to have time to practice before I see her again so we made an appointment for two weeks. I’m going to try to practice once a day even if it’s for only 15 minutes.

I am trying to be better about walking the dogs. I skipped the beer last night and instead took them for a long walk. I have to cut back on alcohol and accept a healthier lifestyle. I’m really not happy about the weight I have gained and am not happy with myself. I have to improve. I signed Sadie and I up for a race on Saturday and am taking over Ellen’s Peachtree training on Saturday mornings so at least it will give me a reason to get going on Saturday mornings.

I still have a lot of work to do – and, I’m trying to compartment it all so it won’t seem so daunting. Charlie goes back to work tomorrow so that will be a nice break for her, too.

So, I’m probably going to take a break from this blog for a little while too. For how long, I don’t know – but I will be out there lurking on your blogs for sure.


As always, things have been crazy hectic. I still don’t know about the job I interviewed for. I knew it would take them forever to make a decision. I think they are going to base the decision off of two upper management positions they are currently interviewing for. Once they make the decision on who they will be then they’ll decide who is going to be the senior PM. Which, makes no sense and in a way it does. In the meantime, I have another interview for the same position in another department next week. I’m curious to see if it will be the same template of questions.

Charlie and I are going to head to Florida on Thursday to take a little break and see her kids. I’m hoping it will be relaxing just to get out of town for a few days. I’m depending on friends and family to hold their shit together while we’re gone – or we’ll just turn our phones off. Maybe we’ll do that.

Last weekend, we had three day passes to the 420 fest in Atlanta. Unfortunately, it also rained almost the entire weekend. Never again will I buy a three day pass to anything outside. We were supposed to go to the festival with Ellen and her new squeeze – I’ll finally give her a name – Stacy. They went on Friday evening to catch the Snoop Dog show but it was pouring rain and Charlie and I decided to go have BBQ and watch the game instead.

The next morning, Ellen and I were going to run the 5k race together but when I texted her in the a.m. it was crickets after. I figured she and Stacy had stayed out late, she was bailing on the race and headed on down there. On the way she texted me that she did something terrible to her leg and couldn’t walk. I parked in the pay lot paid a significant amount for parking – almost wishing I’d taken Marta but remembered that Marta was almost as much as paying for parking and went and ran the race. I was trying to beat my best time [recently] of 32 minutes but the course was really hilly and I found myself stretching after mile 2 and walking the last hill and made it in 34 – I was a bit disappointed but at least I ran it. In fact, I worked so hard that I couldn’t drink my free 420 beer afterwards because I thought I was going to throw up. As I’m contemplating pouring it out I looked at my watch and realized that I had only 15 minutes to make it back to the car before my parking pass expired. I threw the cup in the trash (alcohol abuse, I know) and headed for the truck only to see the truck parked right next to mine was booted. I was so glad I went back when I did because I saw that they had chalked my tire and I was sure they would have been back to boot me if I had missed the time. Relieved I drove home to shower, pick up Charlie and head back down there. We were trying to at least make the most of the one day it didn’t rain during the festival and enjoy some of the music. Which, we did. We got there at noon and stayed until almost 4 – long enough to see that people were getting hammered and it was starting to be difficult to part the crowd with Charlie’s wheelchair. [All I needed was some drunk person to fall on her and it would have been on] So, we left. We stopped at the bar on the way home and we no more made it inside when it started raining again.

The next day we went out to brunch and stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for Charlie and a cane for Ellen. Despite her sitting in the ER most of the previous day they released her without doing sh*t for her and she was destined to pop pain pills until she could get in to see an orthopedic doctor on Monday. After that, we went home and I had to get the neighbor to help me take the stove out of the kitchen and to the street because they were delivering the new one the next day. I vacuumed, mopped floors, folded laundry and put clothes away until it was time to go to dinner on the way to picking Mary Ann up at the airport. We had heard from our neighbors that Spondivits down by the airport was great so we headed there. Sometimes it’s nice to eat outside of the neighborhood. We got there in 20 minutes and it was crowded but we no more ordered a beer and our table was ready. After ordering we got a text from Mary Ann saying she was still sitting on the runway. So, we ate dinner and decided to go into the bar area and have some more drinks and hang out until it was time to go fetch her. It was fun, we met some women that were in town from New York. Two of them looked like they were there trolling for men and the other one – newly married -was the one that struck up a conversation with us. We talked to her until her group got a table. We didn’t pick up Mary Ann until almost 9. It would have been great to have gone to dinner with her but it was late and I knew she probably wanted to get home.

Ellen saw the doctor today and ¾ of her quad is ripped and she has to have surgery on Friday. Fortunately, it’s outpatient but still it sucks to have it. All I can think is hoping this is the last of stuff this year – that we’re getting everything out of the way that can happen early in the year. Stacy keeps texting me joking that she’s going to call [Ellen’s ex] Louise to come and take care of Ellen. (she has a sick sense of humor that way – but we like her way more than all the other’s)

I know I promised you a post about the trouble Lee has been up to so hopefully I can post that this week sometime – maybe by the pool sipping a Pina’ colada. What a novel idea to relax by the pool and write about someone else’s drama for a change…stay tuned.



wall street

I know you’ve been dying to know how the interview went. I had it this morning and it went very well – as well as it could have been and there’s nothing I would have changed about it. I managed to say everything that I wanted to say and express every little detail in my answers to their questions. It’s a highly coveted position in my department and there’s currently only one slot open so it’s going to come down to whom they have in mind for the position. I did my best so we’ll see what happens – hey, I was shortlisted for my current job out of 80 people so there is that.

Despite our coveted positions we have a ton of work – a ton of it. I have about 10 balls in the air at any given time all wanting to drop on the floor and if one does I’m in trouble. We never run out of work and we have an endless amount of it. Never ending and it grows on a daily basis.

Other departments in our organization like to put all their work on us – like we’re all not working on the same project. I call our department “The Everything Pizza department” because everyone seems to think we’re responsible for everything on a project. (Honestly, you don’t know how tempted I am sometimes to pick up the phone and answer, “Welcome to Everything on your pizza how can I help you?”) They blame us for missing their milestones as well. We’re the bad guys in the organization, yet, everyone wants to be us. People in other departments who have applied for the job I have are bitter they didn’t get it and even more so when they see people like me brought in from the outside that got it.

But, it’s a race of the fittest and I owe my interviewing skills to the 1-1/2 year I interviewed with government agencies. Government agency interviews are the toughest to prepare for and the hardest to be accomplished in doing successfully. I’ve had interviews with panels of 2-15 people all from different departments. I’ve have technical interviews where I had to perform a task in front of the interviewers. I’ve had some who brought me in 3 times to interview in front of different panels than I had before. The only thing to do in these cases is prepare your presentation because that’s what it’s going to be – a presentation on your experience and why you are best suited for the job. They may ask you anywhere from 4-12 questions but what it comes down to is the same 4 over and over again- your education and experience, how you handled a difficult situation, what was the outcome and why you’re a good candidate for the job. All these questions are just worded differently in all 8-12 questions just to throw you off. They want you to tell a different story every time – not just the same story 8 times about the time you gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a project, saved it and everyone danced around, harmony for all.

So, anyway – that’s my speal for the day about jobs and interviewing. Who knows what will happen. It’s all up to the Universe now.

landscaping and people crashing – or not

Saturday, I started a landscaping job for my first client since I resurrected the landscaping business.  Charlie and I had bought a trailer and after much screaming coaching she is helping me back it up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get it up my client’s steep driveway the day we delivered the material. The neighbor lent us his dolly and I made a mental note to purchase one for the business.

Most of the day Saturday I planted trees and mulched in the back and in the front I took out 5 huge Spanish Bayonets. (There should be a law against planting these things in locations other than under your teenager’s windows) Even though by the time I was done with this my back was sore and I was hungry enough to eat the @ss-end off a sow it still felt better than any motorcycle class I had taught in a very long time. The whole time I’m digging holes I’m thinking these trees arn’t arguing with me, crying because it’s too hard being a tree and most importantly arn’t crashing through the fence. Yes, it was good!

I went home and got cleaned up, ate and Charlie and I went for a ride to go look at another vehicle. As we were coming back into town from looking at the vehicle the girls texted us saying they were at the hamburger/bar joint and to come by.  It was Mary Ann, Ellen and her new squeeze, Steph, and Mary Ann’s sister visiting from Maine. We sat out on the back deck, had beers, burgers and laughed. They were going on to the Clermont Lounge and My sisters room. Charlie and I passed on that. I remember a time when I would have been all about that. Now instead, I fantasize about crawling into bed with Charlie and watching TV as opposed to smoky bars and strippers – especially, when my aching back and muscles were telling me I needed to rest up for the 10 shrubs I needed to plant the next day, too.

We finally bit the bullet and ordered a new stove today. PRAY that it’s not a nightmare like the dishwasher was. Charlie gets her cast off on Wednesday, however, here’s the fine print: She can’t put weight on it for another month and has to put the cast back on with an Ace bandage when she goes out for protection of her foot.

So, the crutches and wheelchair arn’t going anywhere soon. She has a knee walker but since she crashed that at the Pike Nursery the other day she’s stayed off it – who would have thought knee walkers were so dangerous?! I looked over and she was surrounded by 4 women with Pike shirts on. I told her that had the wedding band not been apparent that she probably would have gotten a few phone numbers that day.

Oh, honey they were just worried I’d sue them.

Surrrrre, babe. Pretty girl in distress that crashed her walker. Uh huh. I bet lawsuit was in the forefront of their minds…..

This week I have an interview and hopefully more landscaping work this weekend. Fingers crossed!


follow the leader

The weekend was good but went by in such a blur that I can’t even recall what we did Friday evening. I think the weather was good – a bit cold and I came home and changed clothes and Charlie and I sat out on the porch – which, is usually what we do on a Friday night.

Saturday, I rode up to this motorcycle swap meet with Katherine and Yvonne. Mary Ann and Charlie followed in Mary Ann’s car. This swap meet was for Mary Ann’s benefit, mostly, because she wanted to look at bikes. It was also for Yvonne’s benefit to break in her bike and have a first long ride.

It was kind of a stressful, long ride for a newbie, I admit. But, Katherine has her planned for a couple of upcoming rides that are just as big so this experience was good -if not necessary as she has to learn sometime – what better way than to do it with us and Mary Ann and Charlie providing car support.

I ended up taking the Triumph because it was cold that day and I wanted to plug in my heated jacket. (I do plan on getting the plugin attachment for the Harley just that’s not a huge priority right now). Katherine asked that we ride up Buford Highway until we got to 985 so Yvonne wouldn’t have to get on the highway right away.

By the time we reached 985 I was starting to feel like I did that one time when I rode that 50 mile funeral procession with the Patriot Guard my clutch hand was killing me. Once on 985 it was very windy and I was initially glad we only had a few miles on that before we got to Gainesville. For some reason – despite not knowing where we were going I ended up leading the procession.

I took the second exit to Gainesville and when we pulled off the exit I swung into a gas station so we could regroup and figure out where we were going. We gassed up, had a snack and Mary Ann had mapped out the location on her phone so to my relief we followed her. When she stopped to turn left into this almost deserted strip center with the Honey BooBoo-like yard sale in the front I thought she had missed it and was turning around. To my concern we wove down into the parking lot and parked next to some Harley’s that had seen better days.

This has to be a joke, right?

I pulled off my helmet only to be met with a cloud of cigarette smoke. Waving my hand in front of my face I said to the group, I guess we should have just followed the smoke.

There was every bad biker stereotype there. Leather vests with confederate flags, long scraggly beards – like Duck Dynasty goes Hog Chapter. Unfortunately, we all paid $10 to get into some disserted warehouse that only had a few bikes parked inside – one a John Deer chopper that had seen better days. (Hmm, that deer don’t run…) and some lady who was in dire need of dentures sewing on patches to the likes of “Gun control – use both hands” [actually, I liked that one but I’d never wear it]. Katherine slapped down a ten and had her sew on her chapter patch. I was mortified that we had to hang out there long enough for the woman to sew it on. Some guy was revving an old Harley and I was tempted to go over and tell him to stop doing that but realized that I was outnumbered and probably wouldn’t win a fight against these people.

Let’s get out of here. This place is so redneck.

Hon, we’re rednecks if you think of it.

HON. We’re inside-the-fruit-loop-of-Atlanta-gays-who- own-a-CAMPER-redneck there’s a difference – these are scary rednecks. These are string-you-up-rape-you-and-set-you-on-FIRE rednecks.

Much to my relief, we left after that. I walked back to my bike hoping that the girls would follow my lead and start getting dressed again to ride. Unfortunately, one of the rednecks was checking out my bike. I thought for the 9th time in that hour that I should have been packing. Why don’t I pack when I ride, why, why, WHY?! Gun control use both hands….

I like Triumphs!

Thinking, that’s great, so do I, wow who would have thought we had something in common.

Er, great!

What’ll you take fer her?

Uh, she’s not for sale.

Thankfully, he wondered off after that. I went over to Katherine and Yvonne’s bikes. We took a few pics and I said, Let’s get out of here!?

We discussed where to go to lunch. I threw out Mexican because there is a large community in Gainesville and the little hole-in-walls are supposed to be great. Mary Ann pulled up Yelp on her phone and threw out some Spanish name that we agreed to and hopped on our bikes. We pulled out of the shopping center, went up to the first light, hung a right, lost Katherine, went through another light and pulled over in a parking lot to wait for Katherine, Mary Ann exclaimed she was lost, Katherine pulled in, we took off again around through the projects of Gainesville – past dilapidated houses with people sitting on the front porch that I felt safer around than the bikers I needed to wave to – until she pulled back up to the original road and gestured through window which way. I pointed right because there was no way our procession was going to make a left turn onto a 4 lane road. Once back on the road she was gesturing again through the window and I pointed to the Chinese buffet. We pulled in and parked and I no more pulled off my helmet when-

-everyone was like, Noooo we don’t want Chinese.

Well, where do we want to go?

We don’t know.

Freaking women.

Mary Ann was supposed to be leading us there and at this point her little post-breakup mind had shut down. I almost suggested Charlie drive.

Pulling out my cell phone I brought up Yelp and said, There’s a Wild Wings right up the street on the right.

Yes, let’s go there.

Leave it to the project manager to figure shit out. And, I thought I wasn’t working this weekend.

Again, I led the way and swung into the parking lot and parked. I think everyone needed the fortification of chicken wings at that point. After wings and salads we headed out. I wasn’t looking forward to the cold, windy ride home. Once again I felt like I needed to be in charge since I was with women who couldn’t read a map or Yelp I told everyone that 985 was going to be up the road and it would eventually turn into I-85 and at that point I was taking I-285 once I got to it that anyone else could choose how they wanted to go but that was the route I was taking. I was done with clutch-in-clutch-out all the way down Buford Highway. I figured Katherine and Yvonne would pull off and Mary Ann would follow them and I’d be on my own – which, was fine. I’m a big girl and can ride highways just fine by myself –done it for years. Everyone decided to follow – again, I was the leader. I felt like, Ok, I’m the leader you need to keep up and put it on 65 mph and held it.

Once home, Charlie said – You were going so fast it was hard to keep up.

Y’all needed to keep up. I was only going 65 – any slower and we would have had people running up on our butts. As it was it was 5 mph under the speed limit. I mean, it was kind of a tough ride for Yvonne but, hey, you have to learn some time and they could have turned off on Buford Highway again. I was letting everyone know that they didn’t have to follow me but they did.

Sometimes it’s hard always being the leader.

where is the karma?

So, today I’m going to write about a friend of ours – Mary Ann. Charlie and I first met her at Ellen’s house when she was having a party. Mary Ann had just moved here from California at the time and had already made a slew of friends – ironically, ones that she knew while she was in Cali who had also moved here. I think I have mentioned that she’s friends with Katherine and Yvonne – who are now together and have a band.

At the time, Mary Ann had her –then – girlfriend here. In fact, at the party I mistook her for another friend of ours who had moved to Texas and wondered why she just looked at me and looked away like she didn’t know me – later, I found she didn’t because it wasn’t the ex-friend from Texas but Mary Ann’s girlfriend, Krystal.

Despite speaking with Krystal a bit that night I realize now that I have never liked anyone with that name. In fact, everyone with that name I have despised.

Krystal was working and living in Maine and had plans to quit her job and move to Georgia with Mary Ann. We have several friends who have coupled up this way – me and Charlie including. She moved here from Florida. Yvonne is moving here from SC and Ellen just had her new squeeze move here from Arkansas.

At Christmas Mary Ann proposed to Krystal and started house hunting. In January she flew up to Maine, picked Krystal up and they drove back to Georgia stopping along the way making it a vacation. When they got to Georgia they closed on a house [a very lovely one, I might add] and Krystal flew back to quit her job and start packing.

Or so we thought.

In murder mysteries this is the part where someone discovers a bloody knife in the cupboard.

As I told you before, I knew something was up at the Super Bowl party when Mary Ann said that Krystal was having a hard time quitting her job. Well, she didn’t afterall. She broke up with Mary Ann right before Valentine’s Day. Since then, Mary Ann has gone through the stage of grief of “What did I do wrong?” the self-blaming kind – much to all of our frustration.

You didn’t do anything, Krystal is just a bitch.

At the St. Paddy’s day party at Katherine’s I tried to talk to her about it. She was still in the what did I do mode. I said, You have to let this go. You may never know the reason.

Although, I suspected there was another chicken in the coop.

In the meantime, her very old dog – a two-time cancer survivor, I might add – hadn’t been doing well. In fact, he was taking a dive. Many times the past month we have had plans where she would say, Rudy’s not doing well and would stay home with him. We’ve all been on pins and needles about it – really. Poor girl going through a difficult breakup and her dog – only companion – not doing well.

What a fucking raw deal. It makes me want to go hug my Sadie-McTaddie-Fatty-McTattie and Bailey –Bait – well, you know.

Tuesday, we all had plans to go eat at the bar that has the burger specials when Mary Ann said Rudy wasn’t doing well. Then, Wednesday morning Ellen texted that he had passed. That night, she came out for one bowling game. She looked defeated. As she talked to us she raised her sweater and pulled her belt to another notch tighter – already pretty thin she was even more so now.

We need to get some food on those bones, girl.

She was showing Ellen something on her phone. When she went up to bowl later I asked her what that was about.

She’s getting messages from Krystal now about how sorry she is that Rudy isn’t doing well.

What? Has she told her that Rudy died?

Nope. She’s mad now.

Good, we’ve been waiting for this stage.

Saturday, we have plans to meet up at a motorcycle swap meet in North Georgia to look at bikes for Mary Ann. Katherine, Yvonne and I are riding up and meeting Mary Ann and Charlie. I hope she gets a bike and starts riding soon. She needs this. I just feel so terrible for her -just all these sucky things happening to such a good person. It just seems that nothing bad ever happens to the people who suck.

Where is the Karma in all this?

Next up – Lee the homewrecker. Stay tuned!


running on chex mix

We’re on the fourth week since Charlie’s injury. Currently, she’s able to get around pretty good with her wheelchair and crutches. The other day we were able to go to Sam’s Club and do some shopping pretty easily with her in the chair and me pushing a cart. Originally, we were considering the Farmers Market but it’s hard to get around in there with two usable legs and a hand basket let alone someone in a wheelchair. I probably would have been arrested going after someone for tripping over her leg if we have gone there. People in there are so rude they will push you aside just to get at some cucumbers or they’re not looking where they are going and will run right over you.

I can’t wait for April to get here and winter a distant memory. We don’t have a date just yet for Charlie to lose the cast but we’re hoping by the end of April. St. Paddy’s day we went over to Katherine’s house for a party with the motorcycle group– a mixture of both gay men and lesbians. Yvonne was there – newly moved in with Katherine and just having successfully completed her motorcycle class the weekend prior. I explained to her the situation with quitting and was sorry I couldn’t be there but it couldn’t be helped. But, on the upside I’m available now on weekends to ride and run races. I have been taking Black Fury out on the weekends and doing my in-town loop for the break-in period so last Saturday it was nice out and I took her on the loop and back.

Sunday, I had signed up to do a race with Ellen. Regrettably, it rained the entire race and day. It was a decent race, relatively flat and it wasn’t raining too bad during race. We were still soaked by the time it was all over. A hot shower never felt so great afterwards.