Lame-O

I had a post going yesterday but aborted it with conviction when I re-read it (I actually do SOMETIMES proof my posts) and I came off a such a whiney little bitch, as I often do, that I decided to spare everyone and just not post it. You're welcome.

I was going to bitch about the weather and my lack of riding. Shocker. Thankfully I did wait on the post since while I was getting ready for today's commute I saw that the weather swami's have changed their minds (shocker!) and are now calling for sunny days in the mid 40's for the next week. Score! With sunny, dry days and a bit of wind, the woods may actually be rideable soon. I'll keep my fingers, toes and eyes crossed. Little anecdote for you. When I was a kid I had a lazy eye. Every so often (especially when I was tired) it would wander off on it's own for a little adventure. I don't really remember ever having lazy eye but I do have two very distinct memories because of it. One, I used to have a recurring dream where my bureau would sneak up on me, snatch my glasses and then bumble around taunting me, drawers going in and out. Traumatizing. The other memory was when my parents finally saved up the money to get my eye fixed. I was in the hospital getting prepped for the operation and was laying in bed in a gown and nothing else. Meanwhile, the person sharing the room with me had roughly 180 of his closest friends and relatives visiting so when the nurses came to get me and lifted me out of bed to put me on the gurney the stupid gown opened up exposing my pathetic 4 year old piglet (hog seems out of place here) to the throngs of visitors who all just happened to be looking my way pointing and laughing (no joke). It's no wonder I still us PP jokes as a self defense mechanism.

I think I had more to write but I think I'll stop here. Best to leave on a high note.