Surrounded by lap dogs

 

Don't get me wrong; I LOVE dogs. I can't wait to have one (or two) of my own.

But really, if it's the same size as a groundhog, is it REALLY a dog??

We already had two, so what's one more? Now their combined weight ALMOST equals one full-sized dog. Meet Lucky, Sue's new puppy. Why did she get a dog and not me or Linda? Don't ask (grrrrrr). We think it's a corgy/border collie mix but who knows. All I know, is I have never seen a dog adore anybody more than he does my sister.

This weekend, I finally finished tweaking my mountain bike and getting it trail ready. Every time I had wanted to ride, something came up. Example: My stepdad hung the bike from hooks in the ceiling of the garage, which is very high. I got out the ladder and previously had no trouble getting it down; this time, though, things would not go as smoothly. Somehow the rear tire would not slip over the hook, and I was desperately holding the bike up and trying to get it off that stupid hook. Finally it popped off, and I did manage to hold the bike up and NOT come crashing down... but in the process I NAILED my funny bone right smack on the corner of the ladder. My hand went so numb I couldn't even hold on to the bike with that hand and there I was, up this ladder holding a mountain bike with one hand and trying to get feeling back in the other hand. Not a good situation. Needless to say, my hand still tingled a few days later, and I was unable to hold on to the handlebars to ride - all that work for nothing!

Anyway, I finally made it out to the Island Lake Rec Area trail, a nice 9.2 miles along the river, past some lakes, through the hardwoods and the pines... The only thing I like better than actually riding is checking out all the hot mountain bikers! ;) And I always get at least a few approving looks from the guys (that is, until they see how much I suck! Ha!) when I hop on my bike and head out on the trail by myself. The last time I rode that trail was with Kevin, who blew me away with his breakneck speeds and death-defying mad skillz. He rides a bike better than most people BREATHE. There are a few hills that I just couldn't make it up that last time, but this time... Yeah I rocked it! Loose rock and treacherous tree roots while riding uphill were no match for me. Ok, it wasn't THAT easy and my legs burned, but it was so rewarding to see visible improvements. That is, until that LAST HILL... if you've been there, you probably remember that curvy uphill trail through the pines... I was so close to making it all the way up, my legs were pushing and I was so proud of myself... Then there's this lip at the end where the trail meets the asphalt, and I cranked the pedals to get up... UGHHHHH STOMACH CRAMP! I worked it a little TOO hard and my abs just tensed up and I practically fell off my bike! So close!

In other random topics: With spring comes softball. With softball comes the potential for hot guys. I say potential, because usually there are very few hotties in with all those beer-league players. That's ok though - Not only do I go and cheer for my cityworker boys, now Jess has a new job and those guys have a team too! So her and I are gonna go "cheer" them on... ;)

Oh, and is anybody selling a motorcycle for under $2,000? Heh heh.

Look, I managed to write an entire entry without actually saying anything important. Life is slow right now. Need more drama. Though I think my mom would argue otherwise... :)