Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Friends till the end....

this morning I sent 4 of my friends that I am going on holidays with an email suggesting that I should pull outta our holidays because I am currently suffering from a bad case of carpel tunnel and tennis elbow in my right arm...

I can't lift anything...can't open a bloody pill bottle without help and sometimes have trouble getting my drawers up....(betcha that was a visual you didn't need....LoL) so I can't ride my trike for hours on end...

throttle?

right hand?

ya know?

I wanted to be very honest with them about the condition of my arm and that I can't even pack my own damn trike....

they were unanimous in their acclaim that I should come and they will pace with me...dress me...make my bed, install a throttle lock...and otherwise pack me around like the lead weight I currently am....er as my brother 3Wheel says "walking wounded"

I'm all sappy about this....but that is....as they say....what "friends till the end!" is

and I thank them all

Monday, July 30, 2007

and so it begins.....

so the rosie glow is off the bloom already....

yesterday the blister and the fadder
spent most of the day
fighting and acting like very small children
all the while drinking copious quantities of red wine
it wasn't a pretty thing....

last night she started on the "poor little me" routine
this province sux
this apartment building sux
you love her more than me
blah blah blah

I got up and walked away

problem is
that while she's here
the VOD is like her beck and call girl
and when I tried to explain that to the VOD

it didn't work cos the VOD had been
into the red wine as well

small wonder I dont' drink much anymore?

pah!

the arm is sorer than shit
and I had to ride to work today
as the VOD needs the car
just in case the blister needs it
but the bottom line is that I am
taking every measure to not
exacerbate the arm more than it is

cos

I can't wait till Thursday
and the start of my holidays!

Sunday, July 29, 2007

birthday's and blisters

ya
so
uhhhmmm.....

so yesterday was my 52nd b'day
no big deal really...
after the last few fiasco's I've learned to expect nothing

and it was complicated by the fact that my Blister
who hasn't talked to me in close to a year
was also arriving from ON

so...I get up in the morning to emails from all my
bloggin, facebook, myspace and msn and club friends
but nothing from family

spoke to my own personal VOD
3 times before we had to get to the airport for noon
no "best wishes"
get to the airport and the fadder and a cuz show up
no "best wishes"

the Blister walks offa the plane
walks directly up to me and gives me a huge hug
and wishes me happy b'day
which of course
immediately starts the rest of the family to bluster
and concur

what is up with this self centered bunch o putz's?

last night the Blister took myself...the VOD
the fadder and the cuz out for dinner
I had a couple of drinks
a great steak n lobster dinner
and a little chocolate to finish things off

not a bad way to celebrate....
(and way better n the wire dish rack
I got for my 50th)
I'm still stressing about the Blister
being here
but so far so good

on another front
I am hugely stressing about my right arm
I've got a combination of
carpel tunnel and tennis elbow
due to the fact that I've just done 3 months of work
in little over 14 days (cos the boss just cannot focus until it's almost too late)
it is sore from my finger tips to my shoulder
and sore enough to make me vomit

the Dr says..."don't use it"
so what am I supposed to do at work?

how can I blog? (slowly and painfully apparently)

but the real kicker is that
I'm leaving on a 2 week motorcycling holiday
on Thursday the 2nd

what do you suppose the chances are
that I'll stay home if the arm hurts too badly?
2 chances...slim and fat....

but what kinda holiday am I gonna have
if the act of twisting the throttle
makes me wanna puke?

jeez eh?
can't I just have one thing go right?
*sigh*

Friday, July 27, 2007

Sisters!, Ladies!, Womenfriends! BFF's!

pay attention...

80 Years of Women in Flim

Once Upon a Time...

once upon a time......

a long long ago

in a little elf house....

deep in the woods of North America

there was born to a Mama and Papa elf

a bouncing baby boy they chose to name Keibler

Keibler was a feisty young fellow...and grew (over thousands of years) to develop friendships both on the land and in the water.....(rather uncommon for an elf...don'tcha know?)
he even got smart enough to eventually become the First Officer of a large group of single minded motorcycle riding doowadiddy's called the 443

and life was good.

but as life will have it.....eventually it came to pass

that every single one of those doowadiddy riding friends forgot to mention their undying love and lifelong gratitude and subservience on the 6th of June every year (the momentous occasion of his birth)

and as a result the Keibler elf became bitter....he got crankier and crankier and he began to run....

and he ran and he ran and he ran (run forest?) Up hill and down hill and in the rain and in the heat...and then he ran some more....

but while he ran he thought and he thought and he puzzled and he stewed and eventually he decided to flat out refuse to acknowledge anyone's birthday for ever and ever "ahmen"...

and then he said so...right out loud!

"No more birthdays for you my friends!" he said in his best magick voice...

....and so the punishment began!

You'd think that this was the end of my little parable my friends....but alas and alack...this one comes with a moral....a moral for us all.....

and the moral of this little story here is....what ever you do....don't forget the FO's birthday next year....er we'll never have birthdays again!

THE END

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Just when ya think...

Just when ya think
ya can't stand it anymore
someone makes ya laugh
and it's all good....
tonight we went for a ride
and ended up at a new restaraunt here
called the Side Car Cafe


owned by a British fellow
serves single serving pizza's
and burgers
and food that is distinctive to Great Britian
the pizza oven was imported from Greece
at a huge cost
and is wood fired
cooks a 9 inch dinner pizza in 90 seconds
so
it's
hot
that's
H.O.T...dammit!
one of the fellows riding with us
was Mole
who moved to Canada from Britian
2 years ago
to find a better life for his kids....
anyway....I'm reading the menu
and I says to Mole
"what's caramel pud?"
to which he immediately replies
"it's just like spotted dick
but without the spots"
huh?
what?
I just howled
"WTF is spotted dick?"
so Mole set about
educating us as to the finer points of
British eating....



which Mole says is okay if you
"boil the piss outta the kidney"
*ahem*
hello?
boil the piss?
ewwwwwwwwwww!
"You know what a kidney does right?"
just ewwwwwwwwww!
sometimes ya just gotta laugh huh?

"chasm....

a sundering breach in relations, as a divergence of opinions, beliefs, etc., between persons or groups"

hmmmmmmmmm
has it been broken ?

or is this just the lull after the storm

I'm sure I don't know....
but I am wondering....
"where is the love?"

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Tagged....

ok
I hate this shit

but I guess I gotta give yall the rules...

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.


8 Random facts about me:

1. I'm bald...idiopathic alopeacia....I shave daily to get ride of the mange look...(well...daily when I ain't too lazy or sunburnt)

2. I'm exceptionally Kranky (hence my family callin me Aunty Kranky)and have a mean mouth when riled...nuff said?

3. I truly value being alone...a woman's home is her castle er sommat like that... I have a 9:30 pm rule...which is..if you show up at my door (or call) after 9:30 and it ain't enough of an emergency for there to be blood on ya...there will be when you leave!

3. I'm a biker...I used to ride 2 wheels but now I ride a 1974 VW trike affectionately known as the Pickle...so uhhhhm ya....I ride the Pickle...*sigh*

4. I'm a soft touch for puppies and chick flicks n shit....I've never watched the reaction of the family that receives the new home in "Extreme Home Makeover" and not cried

5. I've been deported back to Canada more times than I have fingers....cos in the old days when you partied over the border and ran outta loot....you just went to the local constabulary and told them you were broke and they put you on a bus home....it wasn't till I was in my 30's that I discovered that was "being deported"....it's fixed now...but it was funny when I found out!

6. I've been a story teller and writer my whole life and I think maybe it's destiny that keeps me from ever completing the great Canadian novel....well...destiny or self sabotage...you pick LoL

7. I doubt that people know that I have an obsessive compulsive personality...because I hold it in check....but I'm a clean junkie and I haven't had more than 5 drinks of an evening in 20 years...

8. I am currently serving a life sentance in the employ of the VOD...I'd be the "beck n call girl" for 10 years and frankly I've had enough!

I'm taggin the following people:
1. Bee
2. Louie
3. LD
4. Cinderella
5. Dark at Heart
6. Mistress K
7. Pepper
8. Bloody Wench

and now they're gonna be pissed at me LoL

Enthusiasm

I wish I could feel a little more enthusiastic
about life right now

but I'm burnt toast...

my boss
who ascribes to the "never do today
what you can possibly put off
for ever"
train of thought
finally had to get her hiney in gear
and get crackin
as a result
we are working 12 hour days
trying to get 3 months worth of planning
for next year
done by the time I leave on holidays
on the 2nd

I am truly burnt toast

the blister arrives on Sat
I still haven't mucked out the pig pen
the holidays start on the 2nd
and frankly
what I really rather do
is just sleep

that can't be bad....can it?

on a good note
the VOD got all growed up
as a result of a couple of sessions of holy holy
with myself
and the bother via phone
so she's fixed her pension issues
gone to the dentist
gone to the hairdresser
(to get a shorter version of Zippy the Clown, I assume)
and made an appointment with a dental surgeon
to take care of the rest of the mess

she's even going to go to the dental surgeon
while the blister is here.....

she says that she understands that
I get frustrated with her treating
the bother and the blister like
landed gentry when they arrive

and she says
she's going to start eating properly
and taking her medication

I can't see that happening while
the blister is here....but who knows?

in the mean time
I still wish I could drum up
a little enthusiasm
for my pending holidays....
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Wyz choices…

It has been my experience in life that you often don’t get outta it what you put into it ...

It does make one examine their motivation…

Life is about choices…

If you become a leader of a group or organization do you do so for the accolades or do you do so for the good of the all? So far…in the three times that I have done so…I’ve discovered that being the leader only caused me more trouble…so the accolades are nice…but in the long run it don’t really mean that you are exempt from the shit show that life can become…and we all know that the plumber's mantra is that "shit runs down hill" - so if ya think you've got it bad...it's only gonna get worse when the people above you get going....

If you mirror your attributes or abilities onto others…are you surprised or hurt when they show their true colors?

When you get euphoric about your relationships with people that you perceive to be “good” because you are basically good…and then they show you that they are mean or selfish or not integral you discover that the shortcoming is really within yourself because truly the only person that you can effect change upon is yourself….

If you are aware of the inherent goodness in people but find that there are some people that continually revert to negatives as their norm…why do you allow it do disappoint you? – again and again…

If you choose to surround yourself with like minded individuals, they’d be like minded…not the “same” or “simple” minded just sometimes they are “like” minded…..and that “sometimes” may or may not be the lion’s share of the time….

If you get blamed for the wrong doings of others…why should it surprise you that someone blames you? Did you think that everyone is fair?….just because you are?

This is the one that often is the hardest for people…the one that gives the greatest heartaches until you come to the understanding that not everyone is living life by the same set of rules as you are…that frankly, your set of rules are likely not important or true to others…so from an integrity/truth/honour/respect standpoint….the definitions are not the same.

Once again it’s all about choices….you can choose to give up and lie down and lose everything…or you can choose to continue to live that life as it unfolds…and to keep trying to do what it is that makes you feel right…what it is that makes you feel proud, what it is that makes you able to look at yourself in the mirror with a clear conscience…

Remember that people truly believe that if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...it's a duck...and no amount of your vehemently denying to people to the contrary will change their perceptions....because their perception is not your perception of the same damn duck....

In the end...take the time to make Wyz choices....because in the end...you are the one that must live with them....
Don't give up...
Just remind yourself of what's important....
and move along....

Monday, July 16, 2007

enuff....

uncle!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

more on the VOD

So….

I spent the day and part of the evening yesterday at the hospital with my mother....yup...the VOD is sick again....


actually...I think it's more that the VOD is sick still


I came home from work Friday night to her complaining vehemently of a vicious headache that involved her sinuses, right ear and throat…keep in mind that she had surgery on her right eye 3 weeks ago…

As usual I suggested going to the Dr and she refused.

Yesterday being Saturday I got up with the best of intentions. I’d hoped to spend the day mucking out my pig sty….frankly I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason I have let my home get so far off track is that I’ve been depressed about my role in becoming sole caregiver of the VOD…and that coupled with the lack of action/response/assistance on the part of the bother and the blister and liberally added to by the virtual decimation of any semblance of camaraderie amongst those I thought were my friends and interim family have been more than enough to let me backslide to pigdom…but I digress…

Mom called me around 10 am to say that she was worse…I went over to see and she was swollen up like someone had punched her in the face.

She’s got an abscess again…more response to her refusal to do anything constructive about her teeth over the last 30 years…...only this time it’s different for a myriad of reasons. First of all, she’s 78 years old and in pitiful shape…Secondly, she’s diabetic, thirdly she gets no exercise, fourthly (is that a word?) she treats her diabetes like an “I’ll show you” game and insists on managing it with Scotch….(why that nurse told her that a shot of scotch at night would lower her blood sugar in the morning is beyond me)

So by 11 I’ve got her hog tied and we are off to the hospital (I’d call a couple of dentists offices and finally got to speak to a dentist who advised that she needed to go to emergency due to her age and health status)

At the hospital they put her on an IV of antibiotics and fluids to re-hydrate her…but in usual VOD form she didn’t tell us that she’d not eaten till 2pm …and by that time she had almost convulsive vomiting. (just to make things really interesting) The released her to come home around 8:45 pm but I’m thinking it may have been just to get her to shut up!

I don’t’ want to come off here as if I don’t love my mother….I do…but I am her daughter and thereby have a healthy sense of martyrdom.

I truly don’t get it…how can anyone that professes to be as conscious as she is about the way she looks walk around with rotten little stumps in her mouth when she can do something constructive about them?

Besides that…has she looked in a mirror lately? What the fuck is with the hair by Zippy the Clown do? But I digress again….

When we got home last night she refused to take the antibiotic and the anti inflamitory that the Dr had prescribed…never mind that I had to drive alla way into the city in the middle of the fuckin night to get the Rx’s filled cos both of the pharmacy’s out here close at 6 pm….She refused on the grounds that they were making her throw up.

“No mom…it’s not the pills….it’s the puss that’s making ya puke” I say as I start to finally lose my temper”.


So I head home to bed and start in for round 2 this morning.

“have you taken your antibiotic and anti inflamitory?”
“no they make me sick”
“did you read where it says on the print out that you need to have something in your stomach to take them”
“no I didn’t”
“well lets try some of that sticks n twigs bread of yours and see if ya can keep that down”


Jeeez eh?

Eventually I did lose my temper and it went something like this….”mom, you know I love you. And you know I don’t want to lose you…I get that you are going to die sometime…I just don’t want it to be this week.
“yes” she says
“so…you are a diabetic… you cannot continue to ignore that….and your teeth infections can cause all manner of systemic issues ie: heart problems, eye infections, ear infections, upset stomach, chronic cough etc etc etc.”


“well I know that the Dr’s say that”

“Dr’s are not always right mom…but they are not always wrong…in the big picture you are 78 years old and your health has been waning over the last couple of years….you say that your sister died cos she didn’t want to live any more…well I think she died cos she refused to go to the dr when she had all the signs of disease. She didn’t go to the dr till the tumor was so large she couldn’t ignore it anymore because she couldn’t get her god damn blouse buttoned up…and if your intent is to die…if that’s what you’ve made your mind up to do…the step in front of a fucking bus…don’t do this to your kids any more!”

Harsh eh?

Not the first time we’ve had this conversation…likely won’t be the last.

Now…on to the muckin out of the pigpen!

oh....on yet another aside...in keeping the VOD engaged yesterday and trying to take her mind offa her head we had quite the discussion about friendship....to which she suggests:

"your friends make their beds and they are the one's that have to lie in it....all of you have been takin in at one time or another...but some of you retained your manners while doing so....and some didn't...those that didn't will be the people that are now "lyin with fleas"

smart cookie my old doll!

Funny....

how things always look
clearer
in
the
light
of
day....

don't give up
stand tall!

Fuck em all - they can not win
as long as we remain
integral
and
retain our sense of humor

Fuck em all I say
let em eat cake!

Saturday, July 14, 2007

sadness

sadness creeps in
while watching

destruction...
the falling apart
of things you love

malicious thoughts
and greedy minds
warp beloved
and bring us all to tears

are we too tired?
are we done fighting?
is the worst over?

have they won?
I hope not....
but what they?
it is but one

how can one being
cause so much misery?
how can one person
cut such a wide path?

are we sheep?

speak no longer of respect
as you are devoid

you are the monster
that has wrought
this devastation upon us

Friday, July 13, 2007

paraskavedekatriaphobia




The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia (a word that is derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Παρασκευή, δεκατρείς, and φοβία, meaning Friday, thirteen, and phobia respectively; alternative spellings include paraskevodekatriaphobia or paraskevidekatriaphobia) or triskaidekaphobia, and is a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.
got that?
hmmmmmmm...

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Culture Shock

I met a nice young woman today
via her blog

well actually I've been reading her for a while
and we've conversed lightly via email and comments
on her blog

today she reminded me
(quite by accident)
that the reason I read
other people's blog
is so that I can live my life
vicariously through them

and I suppose that's why you guys
read mine.....

but I digress....

in this particular woman's blog
I am constantly reminded
of the need for love and romance
in every human beings life
no matter how angry
or jaded we become...

I am reminded
and I am fascinated
by the differences
in our cultures

while I am strengthened by the
sameness
in them as well....

she and I are not of an age...
nor of a culture....

I am Irish Canadian
she is tri racial

I am a biker
she's a girlie girl

but there are some things
so much the same for us
that I am rewarded with
the understanding
that somehow
life will work itself out

because
somewhere...
somehow...
there is someone...
who understands....

What if Mia?
what if?

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

hypocrisy

1. a pretense of having a virtuous character, moral or religious beliefs or principles, etc., that one does not really possess.
2. a pretense of having some desirable or publicly approved attitude.
3. an act or instance of hypocrisy.

I'm surrounded

jeez ain't life grand?

Shame shame shame

today....
again....

I am ashamed of my club

not all of them....
but a large portion of them

there are a select few people that I've come to love
that continue to prove to be
honest
integral
honourable
faithful
straightforward
accountable
and loving people....
....what you see is what you get

and there's a huge assortment of
pontificating asswipes
sneaky, conniving, lying foot-lickers
puny lilly-livered pignuts
opinionated sanctimonious folly-poxed liars
and
just a general assortment of disappointing human beings

Shame
shame
shame

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Houston...we have a problem....

72%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

thanks Tam!

more with the puzzled....

my granny used to say that
one should never trust a man in a bow tie…

what a day I had yesterday
first off...when I'm leaving from work

some old fart wearing a bow tie
is sitting on a BMW mc

parked behind the pickle....
and gives me a 5 min lecture on "that's not a motorcycle"
"yer right! - it's a trike" says I
"well you shouldn't park it here"
"well it's licenced and insured, plated, and registered as an mc in this country so maybe you should be having this conversation with the fed's"
all of this is occurring

while I am standing there
fully geared and ready to go
but because he's parked behind me
and the pickle is still blowing a cloud of gas often
upon first start...(still need carb work)
I'd decided to wait til he had his bow tie off
and his matching yuppie motorcycle "ensemble" on
with his new boots and his matching freakin helmet
and had pulled out
to avoid "gassing him"

I should have just smoked the old coot
I did however
have a pretty good laugh when he finally left
thinking about the size and length of tweezers
he'd need
to get the freakin bug outta his ass!

so I ride home in the heat
it's loverly
but there's again
mighty huge traffic on our country road
because of some kind of accident on the highway
I get to this intersection where I have to turn left
and the municipality installed traffic lights
over a month ago
but the lights are not yet active
so it took close to 20 min to get thru
my word....I thought I'd dry up and blow away!

I get home to a message from the VOD
she...the bother....and her bother and blister in law
are all at the "scene of the crime"
from last Tuesday night
for dinner

I figure it should be all good
because of the phone conversation that the VOD had
with the owner over the weekend
where he apologized
and told her the drunken ass in question
had been barred for life.....

ya well
not so much!
guess who's sitting in the bar when I walk in
with this condescending smirk on his face
it pissed me off!
and
I think I feel a letter coming on!

Friday, July 06, 2007

On another note...

just got a call
from the VOD
(cos I'm away picking up the Pickle!)

the drunk that caused all the problems in the pub the other night
has been barred for life

the pub owner called the VOD
and apologized up the wahzoooo
that's cool for the VOD
she feels better about it now

seriously tho...if I'd have known
that they were gonna be picking up the bill
that night
I'd have had way way more cocktails!

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Taking Time off...



here's the thing
about taking time off
from work

when you come back
invariably
there is a wicked cruddy mess
to clean up

I took Friday, Monday and Tuesday off
for an extra special long weekend

I came back to work Wednesday morning
and it's taken me till just this minute
to correct all the formatting "issues"
created while I was gone
in our master document for next years stuff

it's only 2200 pages long...
so far

criminey....if I can fix it
how hard can it be?

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

The times they are a changing…

So the weekend rocked…for a brief understanding of the event you need to know that:
1. I was sick with bronchitis so I rode in the chase truck with my lovely Bee
2. It was cold and damp which made the bronchitis really bad while we were in Telegraph Cove but it stopped virtually on a dime once we made it back to civilization (if ya can call Campbell River civilized LoL)
3. We laughed our collective asses off and spent a lot of time talking about how this event was “just like the good old days” and wishing for days gone by….
4. My girl Louie sums up the weekend best
here

On Monday we returned to Nanaimo where I was to pick up my trike (that’d been up there for the week before due to a phenomenal storm that caused my eye infection a week ago)

there’s pix and I’ll get to them sometime….

So yesterday I was to take a leisurely ride home and relax before returning to work and around noon my friends decided to accompany me along the way….I was looking forward to it as I’d not been riding for a week and it seems that summer has finally arrived in the PNW…

We went across the highway from their home for lunch and then across the road from there to allow my buddy 3Wheel to gas up his trike.

I turned my trike off while we waited at the gas station and it wouldn’t start again. I tried to get a boost and no one had cables so 3 Wheel took his trike home and got the van to boost me. Bee and I waited for him in the 27C heat of the parking lot.

He returned and there was no way that old trike of mine was going to take a boost…we called BCAA (if ya ride an antique – ya gotta have a tow package) and waited in the heat for the flat deck…when it arrived I was towed to 3 Wheel’s new favourite garage.

The guys at the garage worked on the old girl “testing” for close to 2 hours to discover that the generator and regulator that were replaced last summer (less than 1500 kms ago) are pouched. Which makes me wonder about the 2 batteries that I’ve replaced so far this season…but I digress…?

So the garage can get the parts and the trike will be ready (after a lengthy discussion) for Friday afternoon.

Now what remains to be seen is my getting myself and my gear back to my home an hour and a half down the road. After yet more discussion it is decided that the loverly Bee will drive me home and one of them will come back and pick me up Friday afternoon to take me back up there to pick the old green girl up….

all I can think of is that the money I put away as a downpayment on a car is now earmarked for replacement of the replacement parts and what the hell did I do to deserve being "raped" by this big green machine again?

You’d think that would be the least of my problems eh?

Not quite….I really have to learn to stop saying out loud: “just what else could go wrong today?” cos I did….and about 10 minutes later I was unloading some of my gear into 3 Wheel’s garage when I walked straight into a shelf and cut the top of my big bald head! (gave myself a headache and a lovely goose egg to go with it!)

I took some Tylenol and jumped in the truck with Bee to come home, but not before we stopped to visit friends who’s conversation with her was less than pleasant for her…so she/I/we cried and talked all the way home….

I got home around 7 pm to the VOD suggesting we go out for dinner…all I wanted to do was shower and go to bed but the VOD had been stuck in the house all weekend and wanted out so I succumbed and took her to our local pub…we sat and had a cocktail and I told her the whole story of my weekend adventures…culminating in “just what else could go wrong today?”

At which point a very drunk man from a table across the isle got up and accosted my little VOD by trying to pour beer all over her and when I asked him to go away (I was tryin to be nice for the VOD’s sake – she was stressed enough) he called me a “big fat fucker” and informed me that he was gonna kill me!

I got up to *ahem* address the situation and the bartender put the drunk in a head lock and the end result was the bar staff having to call in the police….so I got home for good at 10

I wake up this morning to find that my very close friends feel hurt and stressed and betrayed enough over the changes to our riding club to have quit.

I won’t/can’t go into detail here…because I know that my blog is being monitored by the “fucktard police” but suffice it to say that I am ashamed of this club today…and my heart is breaking because I feel like my family is falling apart….good, bad, or indifferent…they are my friends and family and I love them all….

So…..the times, they are a changing…and I feel like this is the beginning of the end for us….

And that makes me sad.