My rides

I realized this morning what a shame it is that I am not someone who gets my identity and self-esteem from the vehicles I own. 

I have a Harley Davidson, a ‘70s muscle car and now a big 4x4 pick-up. That’s a trifecta of sexy vehicles right there. Toss in a babe driving them and it is pure awesomeness.

What is your favorite vehicle? Tell me in the comments. 

All bad things must come to an end

I don’t buy concert tee shirts any more but I couldn’t resist this.

All the more fitting because a group of us got concert tickets and went to the show to celebrate my nephew being cancer-free for two years. The theme fits the song perfectly.  

Gone again

Another month, another adventure.

Most people don’t travel from the Twin Cities to San Diego via Chicago but I am. Gonna drive Route 66 from start to finish. Then will pop down to Mexico and end up at Camp Pendleton in time to watch my nephew graduate from bootcamp.

I offered essentially a free trip (all they had to do was pay for their own food) to a few people whom I thought might want to join me but I was wrong. Going on my own. Geocaching and hacking Ingress portals all along the way.

I’m outta here.

Two all around. 
Peace, deuces, keep ‘em down.

Good riddance

I am a kind, beautiful, intelligent and strong woman. I am generous to a fault. I will move mountains to help anyone I care about. So, if you, in any way, feel that I am a burden in your life, just let me know. You are free to leave and I won’t chase you a single step. You’re the one who will be missing out.

Three strikes and you are out

Have this dude (can’t even bring myself to call him a man at this point) that (supposedly) REALLY wants to go out with me. We have a lot of the same interests and he is both intelligent and well-read. But it’s just not going to happen.

The first time we got together, he contacted me an hour before our date to let me know our restaurant was busy and so he wanted to move it to a different location where there wouldn’t be a wait (really? You don’t think we could have had a drink and chatted while we waited at the restaurant I suggested? Why bother asking me where I want to go?)

The second time, he contacted me a couple nights before our date to let me know he had some dietary restrictions due to a medical problem and we’d have to change plans. (You can’t just order food accordingly?)

Today he contacted me about our plans Saturday because he had to have a tooth pulled yesterday and he doesn’t know what he will be able to eat by the weekend.

I’m just finding this all to be irritating as hell. You’re telling me there isn’t a single thing on the menu you could manage to suffer through? It’s not like we were going to a steak house or rib joint (and even if we were you couldn’t figure out soup, potato and ice cream or something?) And every single time the plans were to be changed from my choice to some place he wanted.

I replied that we could just grab a beverage at a coffee shop. His response? Do they have something besides coffee or tea? I don’t like those…

I suggested he call them to find out. I’ve never been to this one before and have no interest in taking him to one where I’m a regular. I’m done.

I will follow through with my commitment Saturday but after coffee I’ll be treating myself to an early dinner at the place we originally had plans.

This dude is way to much work and I have little respect for people who whine and don’t honor what they say they will do.

Doesn’t help that he kept trying to talk me into bigger plans when he couldn’t even manage to go to dinner as scheduled. smh

Surprise!

I’m out of here yet again.  

Yep, third trip this summer. I’ve been gone more than I have been home.  

This time I am off to D.C. where I get to be someone’s birthday surprise.

 I am taking with an extra bag to bring MN to the people I am visiting. Can't wait! 

One of many benefits of multilingualism

I think my favorite thing about being multilingual is being able to understand what people are saying when they sit/stand right next to me talking shit.

You’re right, I do look like hell. I’ve been at an airport or in a plane for the past 32 hours and I’m still not home yet. Bite me.

I’m back. Anyone miss me?
Ha!

Adbenture of the year

Leaving for a month.

Sometimes, usually late at night, it sucks to be completely alone, to not have anyone at all. However, it does give me the freedom to take off and go wherever I want, whenever I want. No one will miss me or gives a crap when I’m coming back. This year it will be India, Nepal & Bangladesh. I put some stuff in the queue and will be back the end of June.

Two all around. 
Peace. Dueces. Keep ‘em down.

Do you know ,me?

It always amuses me whenever someone says to me, “Oh! I didn’t know you can do that…”

They didn’t know I can write computer programs. They didn’t know I can fix my own motorcycle. They didn’t know I can speak six languages. They didn’t know I can sew. They didn’t know I can make delightful 9-layer tortes. They didn’t know I am an excellent marksman on the gun range. They didn’t know that I draw & paint. They didn’t know I was a black belt before I was 16.

When it comes right down to it, they, apparently, don’t know me at all. If they did, they would be more surprised if I said I didn’t know how to do something.

Energy vampires gotta go

I’m done with the selfish, greedy folks who are always asking for help whenever they have the slightest inconvenience in their lives but don’t have time for me when I need a hand. No more editing, researching, tutoring, supporting, loaning, lifting, driving, giving, or even listening. 

I’ve cut you all out of my heart and out of my life. 

Energy vampires have got to go. I don’t know you anymore.