Not My Day

Not at all. 

It all started with a wonderful trip to the dentist this morning. I cannot tell you how much I enjoy having sharpened objects thrust into my delicate gums repeatedly. 

Afterward, cool, coffee inspired drinks were the answer for pulsing gums. They manged to completley screw up both my order and my mom's. I needed soy milk and got regular, and my mom did not want whipped cream (it's insane, I know . . .) and ended up with a huge hunk of it right on top of her drink. We took them as they came, knowing that otherwise they would throw the drink away and begin anew; a type of waste for which wasting I have no tolerance. 

A quick lunch, and then my mom and I were off to get a $130 money order for my Chinese work visa. The resultant difficulty of this seemingly simple task added to my already mounting frustrations. Return home to a father dealing with the meaninglessness of a life without work, 

add to that a down-pour at the pool the moment I arrive, and its fatal. 

Hence, I now concede to frustration and proceed to take a nap -- the most effective antidote to all of life's minor woes. 

Ooooo Baby . . .

I saw him today. 

You know who I am talking about. 

I was at the pool, minding my own business, when BAM! in he walks. I couldn't believe my eyes. A cultural icon as important as Bigfoot, as mythical as the centaur, there he was . . . 

FAT MAN IN A SPEEDO. 

(dramatization)

How you made my day. And how fat you were. And how you tried to swim, but failed in all your unclothed fatness. But, don't worry, I won't judge. You brought a little euro flair, and thats cool. 

Itching and Burning

No, its not herpes . . .

So today, I had to be picked up from a ride. This was only the second occasion of such an occurrence in my history of cycling; the first being when Kristi had to pick up Gonzalo and myself from Johnson City precisely two weeks after I had started riding, nearly three years ago. Why we rode to JC is a whole 'nother story for a whole 'nother day. 

Today the itching, burning, blinding eye lid rash struck again, even worse than yesterday. Finally, at the point of screaming, crying, or punching myself out (not sure which I would have done had it come to that) I pulled over, squeezed nearly an entire bottle of water into my eyes, and called my mom. We agreed to meet at a school about five miles from where I was calling.

This turned into the longest five miles known to humanity. Within those miles, I tried many techniques to relieve the excruciating pain, and finally settled on a system of glasses-less riding, opening only one eye at a time for intervals of one minute. I can only imagine what passing cars thought of my face, but that was far from my concern at the time. When I got to the school, I doused my eyes in water again, and closed them until my mom arrived. 

I have resolved to get a new helmet, some sweat bands (jasweet!), and more appropriate riding glasses. Hopefully, one of these or the combination of all of them will help to alleviate my itching, burning, blinding, eyelid rash syndrome.  

Any additional suggestions would be greatly appreciated. 

On my ride today I . . .

went fast

saw a dead snake

saw a live snake

saw a dead bunny

thought about a live bunny

read a sign that said "We pump gas for ladies and senior citizens"

got a free, ice cold bottle of water

was asked if I would be racing in France this summer

(in the Tour of . . . "Oh, what's it called?")

went slow

got sweat in my eye

saw a nice barn

saw another 50 after that one

saw a corn field

wanted to eat some

rapped to "What a Man" by Salt N Pepper, twice 

snuck by a ferocious dog

beat a car through a stop light

saw a man lose 25 buckets of cement powder off the back of his truck at an intersection

rode by him

got honked at, a lot 

got flicked off 

flicked someone off

ended up with a burning rash on my eyelids. 

not necessarily in that order . . .

Good Stuff

Scrabble!!!

The board: 

My mom spelled a funny word

And so did I: 

Anyway, there were a lot of challenges, a lot of made up words, and a lot of helping from Dr. Conklin. She didn't get a PhD for nothing. 

What The Fuck . . .

Look what happened to my car when I was in Target today! 

Yup, thats me disappointed. Not because I really had any attachment to the thing, but rather because I was about to sell it. Now I get to pay who knows how much to get it back into selling condition. 

Life, you're just fucking hilarious. Perhaps this is what I get for having a vanity plate that reads "Carma" 

Should have thought that one through. Hmmmm . . . 

For Your Blogging Pleasure

I have created two more blogs, one is to chronicle my trip to China and is located at: 

http://smokeandoil.blogspot.com/ 

The other is a "Status Blog" and was inspired by the concept of Facebook statuses. It is located at: 

http://rebeccastatusblog.blogspot.com/. 

It is just the case that I like things to be organized. Also, contrary to popular belief, I do not always think or write in organized paragraph form. My multifarious blogs allow for this flexibility in my thinking as well as my writing. 

I suppose I am flattering myself to think that people out there would care. But, in the chance that you do, there you have it.