Of course, as busy as I am, I have to take time out on this Memorial day to recognize my countrymen who've given everything...



Most everyone knows I have a soft spot for our Armed Service members... I grew up with step-dad's, ma dad, my grandpa and on up in the military. I've been lucky enough that tho several of my family have served, none have died. My dad served 24 years in the Air Force, and thankfully, never had to go to combat.

On Memorial day, I think of the thousands of souls who died while fighting under our flag. I hesitate to say they died for our country, as sometimes...the country doesn't agree with the war they're fighting. And that's sad.



I cry for the soldiers who've taken that pledge, signed the dotted line, and were shipped off to parts unknown. They didn't question their mission... They are hero's.

Our brothers and sisters, moms and dads, sons and daughters are putting themselves in harms way... and this makes them my hero's.

Agree or Disagree with the government's policy's or practices... support or decry any war or conflict we've been in... at the very least... Give love to our troops.

Memorial day... it's not just for BBQ's and parties.

Lovely Sunday afternoon. Woke up early, checked on the kittens (almost all have their eyes open) and ate breakfast. Had a nap, now it's almost beer time.

=)

Right...So I understand people are touchy about their machines... and..I get it.

But, as much as I know dummy's a joke around NN, I KNOW he knows his shit as a mechanic.. He's GOOD. He's not just good...he's had PROFESSIONAL race teams contract him for parts and labor.

So when some little snot-nose, piece of fuck DIRTBIKE racer wants to question his ever move, and make him miserable... And Dum does nothing, as he doesn't want to upset a friend. I have to bite my tongue... and bite it....and BITE it. GAWDDAMN MOTHERFUCKIN PIECE OF COCK PUKE!!! 1. Don't question my Dummmy. He knows what the fuck he's talkin about. 2. NEVER doubt his ability as a mechanic.. He's done far more for FAR better riders than you EVER dream to be... and 3. DON'T MAKE HIM BRING THIS SHIT HOME. We stay open LATE for you.... fucking take the hint. When you leave...leave us alone. He has precious few hours at our house with me and our babies... I really don't want them wasted worrying about YOU or your PIECE OF SHIT BIKE.

Crazy broad is back. And asking for my forgiveness. If she (it) knew me REALLY.....it would know some things....I just can't forgive some things. *shudders* I wonder what else you've stolen while you've been "thinking"

Once a trust is broken, It can not be repaired. Don't even for one moment think you can come back and say you're sorry and everything's okay.

As a Moderator, I can't have you on block, as you HAVE been for ages. Don't think an apology and a few sweet words will let you back into my life.

Wipe my name from your tongue and pretend I don't live anymore.

If you ask my opinion on something, You, of all people, knows I'm going to give you an open and 100% honest answer.

If you're not gonna like the answer. Don't ask.

this is just one of da babies!

the box is dark, and been tryin to sneak some pics... but i could get this one.

Jezzy had 3 babies, thus far...

It is currently....*checks clock with bleary eyes* 8:44am. Most of you know, I generally wake up at 9am. But Dummy had to put the finishing touches on a custos bike, so he asked me to set my alarm for 7am. This normally wouldn't be a problem. I was pretty exhausted by the time we made it home from the shop, so we ate dinner, and kenneled the pups a lil early, and off to sleep before 11pm I went.

2:30am- Vaska is barking and whining. I try to ignore it and go back to sleep.

2:45am- Mentally screaming "SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP"

2:50am- I stomp (quietly, don't want to wake Dum up) to the living room, lean down and get face-to face with puppy. "No. You will NOT get out of this kennel. You WILL STFU. You will go back to sleep and let Mommy sleep." It seems we had an understanding. I curled up in my blankets and drift off to sleep.

3:15am- ARRGHHHhhhhhhh!!!

3:30am- I stomp (loudly this time, who cares if anyone can sleep when I can't?) Slap the gate of her kennel and physically threaten her life if she dosn't quiet down and let me sleep.

5am- More barking and whining. I roll over because I can tell Dummy's awake. His turn.

5:10am- I steal my blanket BACK from Dummy, as he's pulled it completely off my body in an attempt to make me freeze to death.

7am-Alarm goes off and Dummy, in fear for his life I think, tells me I can have another 1/2 hour.

I wake up at 7:30am, and look towards the computer desk in desperate panic. I'm under the nice warm blankets..and my smokes are wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy over there. Apparently, Dummy and I have been together long enough that he correctly interprets my frustrated grunt as "Darling, would you mind terribly fetching my cigarettes, please?" and get's them for me.

We get to the shop, and I'm expecting to find Jezzabelle happily nursing her kittsns she's expertly delivered by herself. Nope. Tho she did deliver a huge pile of poo in the middle of the storefront floor. I guess Ju was right and this is just the beginning. Will keep ya posted. Till then...coffee..

This blog has been brewing in my head for quite a while. You know I rarely bother trying to figure out what offends some people, and what doesn't. I could really give a shit less. This is my little corner of the interwebs to do with what I please. I could post blog after blog of gibberish (HA! Like I don't already!) and guess what? Neener Neener... don't read it.

Anyway, Since I got my lil ninja 250, and actually, since I started posting pics of myself on different bikes, I've been getting some comments that totally get under my skin. "Oh! Can't wait to see you riding around town topless" "Ride naked, that'll be great pics!"

... Really?

I'm more than willing to post pics of myself in various states of undress on my bike (or others). While it's PARKED. But, unfortunately , the only pics you'll see of me in motion on my ride will find me in a full face shield helmet, riding jacket, pants, boots, and gloves.

I despise the people I see riding down the highway in a helmet, shorts, tee-shirt and flipflops. And ya wonder why motorcycles are called "doner-cycles"?!? I'm not saying that protective gear will save your life in every accident... but it's a damn sight better than crashing while wearing a bikini and nothing else!!!

I try to let the people who comment the above comments know how I feel about motorcycle safety, and the value of my skin. If you knew how much money I've put into my ink, you'd understand why I don't want it road-rashed off anytime soon. I get back, "Oh, alright, be a party-pooper" or "Geeze, buzzkill much?".

Sorry. The buzzkill would be me crashing my bike going 45mph, while wearing NOTHING, and having to get skin grafts to cover the open bits of flesh I have. Buzzkill would be me posting pics drooling all over myself after a head injury from a wreck I had from taking a spin on the bike with no helmet, and having brain damage.

That's my rant folks. Sorry I can't be one of the brainless bitches you see pics of naked (on the BACK) of a bike, going down the street. *Shrugs* My body and my life are just a tad more important to me than your perving pleasure.

Hey guys, Need some imput. We're going to be ordering TOR thongs and I need a guesstimate on what sizes to order. Any thoughts?

Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried playdough doesn't come out of shag carpet.
Real Mothers sometimes ask "why me?" and get their answer when a little voice says, "because I love you best."
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mother.


Happy Mothers Day. =)