push[ed] the button

The past few weeks have been very hectic at work – why I’ve been out of the loop lately. I wish I could say that we’ve been away vacationing or something but not the case.

After selling the camper we decided to take a few trees down in the backyard. These included a huge Bradford Pear and a Pine full of cankers and bugs. After that we were left with a very large hole that allowed us the unfortunate view of the neighbors.

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So, we have decided to have a little shed built in the back and eventually have our own little cottage in the back – (that was the show we went to that was in the backyard of a residence). We’re probably going to call it Backyard Shed Gig or something of that nature. Here’s a pic of the model we’re having built:


Ours is going to be different colors but this is it. After it’s built, we want to have a deck built off the front with an overhang.

In other news – I am on vacation next week but am going to do absolutely nothing. (Well, except for canning lots of salsa) I need a break from the rat race and decided to just take the week off. Especially after Sunday when I pushed the button and –


-the truck exploded.

Well, that wasn’t exactly what happened. It really wasn’t that exciting but very annoying. I pushed the differential lock button on the Forerunner (I had a blonde moment).

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[Me: “Duh-I-dunno”, God, she’s going to kill me]

-and it locked up all four tires and we couldn’t’ disengage it. We were stuck at the mini mart for 4 hours waiting for a tow. But wait – that’s not all – we had it towed it to our garage and they were in the process of moving and we had to pay for yet another tow all the to their new garage location. (20 miles away) Such B.S. and I was so over it. Charlie and I just went home and cried and then drank after that.


Who knows how much it’s going to cost to get fixed but we’re hoping for the best so keep your fingers crossed it’s not a fortune. I will never press another button again, for sure [unless it’s an elevator button].


friends won’t be around

You know, I just don’t get people.

Charlie and I usually go for a little ride on Sunday mornings. We’ll ride somewhere and have some brunch or lunch, depending on how far away it is. Yesterday we had decided to ride out to Conyers and visit the Harley place where we purchased her bike. Charlie wanted to order some new “farkle” for her bike (for you non-bike enthusiasts, farkle is anything you can put on a bike that isn’t engine related and/or doesn’t take a mechanic to install). We figured we’d spent some time at the dealership and then go out back and visit with some of my old teaching buddies who were running a class that weekend. Afterwards, we were planning on riding down the street to a BBQ place for lunch.

So, off we went. The previous evening I had texted Yvonne and Kat to see if they wanted to ride out with us. They said they’d meet us at lunch and I said, OK, see you then.

Once we were at the dealership, Charlie ordered her farkle and we went out back and talked to Jenna and Jeff who I have taught with on many occasions in the past. Charlie hadn’t met Jenna before and the two of them hit it off as Jenna is a relatively new mommy. While they talked about baby stuff I turned to Jeff and asked him how he was doing. Gone was the happy greeting I got just minutes before. His shoulders literally sank and said, Same ol’, same ol’. My knees and shoulder hurts and I’m getting old.

Way back in the day, Jeff used to be really fun to work with (– along with K.) The last few years I’ve worked with him he stopped being engaging to hang around -at lunch, he’d go outside and smoke and then take his Harley onto the range and ride the box several times – which, I always hated when instructors did that because I thought it was just a form of showing off in front of the students.

K got like that, too. Once he realized that I didn’t want to hear about his conquests anymore he stopped talking to me and when we taught together he would constantly be on his phone texting some honey that he was hoping to get with. We’d go to lunch and one of the other male instructors would sit with us and he’d talk to him the entire time about the latest rally he did. I started to feel invisible to many of the people I taught with because either the story never changed or they got bitter and worn out from teaching or life in general.

I had to bite my tongue at that point to keep from telling him he should retire, like me and ride on the weekends. But, that’s not for me to say.  At least Jenna was happy to see me and engaging as ever.

While she and Charlie talked I texted Yvonne asking when she thought they would be there for lunch and she texted back not until noon probably that they had just gotten up.

This is another thing is that when Charlie and I go ride we never wait for people. We say clutch out at [time we decided to leave based on distance and when we need to be there] and if they can’t make by then see ya. I won’t wait for anyone – especially if it’s going to be 1,000 degrees by noon. I want to get in as much riding as possible while it’s still cool.

I texted back, Ok, just text me your ETA – we’re probably going to go ride a bit since we’re early.

Right after that, she bailed. She said, Oh, well why don’t you go without us and we’ll do something next weekend. We’re moving kind of slow today.

I was like WTF? We offered to go ride a bit and wait for them and they just bail. I was disappointed. I mean, we ALWAYS ask them to ride and they NEVER do. They go out with their motorcycle boy group and even ride with Women on the Wind but they NEVER ride with us. I was over it.

I told Charlie and we just rode over ourselves and had lunch. Once home, we kicked off our boots and traded our jeans for shorts and hung out on the porch. Later, I see a FB post of both Yvonne and Kat in a photo with Hippy Dippy saying, Great ride with [Hippy Dippy] today!

Charlie and I were like, F-THAT. We’re not asking them again. I can’t believe they dissed us to ride with Hippy-Dippy and her pathetic little Rebel 250-needing-a-motorcycle- class-raggedy-ass. What-the-F-ever. Maybe it’s a good thing they didn’t come after all because I really don’t like Hippy Dippy. I was tempted to blow their FB up but all I said in the comments was We tried.

Pathetically, they both liked it. I hate FB sometimes.

I think of all the times I particularly didn’t want to hear for the 10th time Kat sing the same songs about her ex not paying any attention to her while her current played the drums but I went to the venue anyway, paid my cover and went in to support them. We bought all their CD’s and have shown up to every show. Now I wonder if I could spend my time better doing something else.

This brings up the issue of Charlie and I having several friends that we ask to do things and they never commit or do anything with us. I get tired of it.

I also get tired of us always hosting We’re always having the parties, come over for drinks, dinner, etc. But we never get invites. Never.  The last invite we got was from Ellen in May to come over to her house and help her celebrate her birthday – that that was even because she had her leg in a brace and couldn’t go anywhere. At least she made an effort. As does Michale and her new gf, Neasa. Michale makes an effort to come to our house or meet out but despite having a new house has never entertained there. I am hoping this [like her hairstyle] will change soon since her and Neasa [who sent her to her stylist] are together.

Anyway, I guess I’ll be thankful for the friends who do make an effort because those who don’t won’t be around for much longer.



Well another chapter has ended  while another one has started. We sold the camper yesterday to a nice couple in Cartersville, Georgia. Even though we were sorry to see it go we were also relieved.

Since we’ve been riding motorcycles every weekend we really don’t have the time to take the camper out and give it proper use. I was thrilled we actually made a profit on the sale, too. Shortly after they left with the camper they sent us pictures of them in it with their two dogs. Yes, a perfect fit and I’m happy our beloved camper is in loving hands.

Last weekend we rode down to Juliette, Georgia home of the Whistle Stop Cafe’.  This was Charlie’s first time eating fried green tomatos. It was very hot that day but a beutiful ride to and from. We passed a rafter of turkeys on the way there (honestly, if we had a Go-Pro we’d been able to capture that moment) and passed through a national forest on the way back. All in all – gorgeous country side trip.

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I admit that I am tired of summer now. I am tired of seeing 90-anything. I long for the crisp mornings and football. I cannot wait to sit out on the porch and watch a game. I’m just ready for September for now.

I had another interview the other day for a position in another department. It’s not as if I’m extremely unhappy where I am but I want to be promoted and make more money and in my line of work the only way for that to happen is to get another position within the company.  The interview went well – as always. I think I have a shot if they don’t already have someone earmarked for the positon.  Really keep your fingers crossed. I should know something next week.

Other than that I really don’t have anything new going on. Summer is just melting by.