It's Been Too Long....

since I have blogged. Oh, happy day! It's so good to be at the keyboard. It's so good to be back with B and S, if only for a few moments or hours. Too many damn tales to tell. I need to make sure that I blog more often, because now anything that I have to say is days old, and seems superficial in the distance.

This mnorning, my love and I jumped on the Harley to the Whole Foods Market. Well, jumped is not the right word. He asked me if we could take it. I know he was patiently waited for this moment, when I will clutch onto him, my bosom pressed against his back, and leaning against him with my blonde hair flowing behind me. My image of this is somewhat different. I have been oin a Harley, and it fills me with dread to try again. I look up to see those ravenous blue eyes staring back at me. I sigh in utter defeat..., "I love you. Let's go. It'll be fun." Oh, truer words could have been spoken!

C starts up the Harley, and we adjust our helmets. I swing my leg across the back, and immediately cling to him for dear life. I do not belive we made it half way down the drivewway before I yelled into my helmet. "Oh, my god. I cannot do this." I know I am supposed to lean into every turn, rather lean with the driver. I try and my torso makes a meager attempt to lean about 15 degrees to the left. I am scrunching my eyes and hyperventilating the entire way. This is probably why I do not notice my helmet banging into his every 25 seconds. When we get to the market, I jump off of the metallic monstrosity as soon as possible. I did refrain from kissing the ground in order to spare his feelings. I take off the helmet and exclaim, "Honey, that was great!!!!" I smile as big as my mouth will allow and continue, "And, I will do all the shopping while you go back home and get the truck." He mistakes this for joking. Did it look like I was joking?

Now, in all fairness to C- he is an exceptional handler of this monster. He was safe and cautious. The bike frightened me, not the driver! I told him that I was very dissapointed, that I was afraid and hesitant to do this, but I wanted to conquer my fear and be his "bitch", but that it was against my very constitution. He swears it wasn't so bad, and he is full of confidence that I can make it home. I express such doubt that I can make it another mile on the bike, and at the same time such certainty that my ass will make it back comfortably in a cab. I realize that I am being an utter pain in the ass, but I cannot bring myself to ride. The man hugged me, and returned home to retrieve the truck. The big one. With doors. And seatbelts. When he found me in the market again, I immidiately thanked him for his infinate patience. He said, "It's ok. I realize how hard you tried. You were an AWFUL passanger anyway." Isn't he awesome?

The entire reason I went to WFM is that I am getting sick again. I was out of SolaRay vitamins and supplements, so I had to re-stock. I had switched brands about a month ago, and anything containing a B vitamin smelled so bad, that I could not keep it down. Better to pay the $$$$. Solaray was long ago introduced to me as THE best, and I have never found anything to dispute that. So, after my muti, a b-stress, a multidophilus, and my dong quai, I found a clensing system. I thought I would focus on my liver, and then perhaps move to my colon, (ugh) but I found a system that would do it all. Woohoo. I only ate veggies for lunch, but I was a bad girl and picked up a chai with soy milk- my favorite.

I love my new job- I am a proofreader. I love it! I work mainly with software (banker's) training, but it's a muti-media company, so I often do booklets and videos as well. If you have a question regarding the banking industry, I might be of some help! I only work about four hours a day, but I have more than enough on my plate right now. I need to be healthy, and focus on getting this new life of mine in order. C brought up the first wedding question today, and I didn't even vomit! I am getting better. I was such a commitment-phobe....Of course, anyone that knows me, and is aware of the men I have dated in the last three years, knows why I have become so. Heh.