I don't normally celebrate my birthday. In general, I don't feel like it's worthy of festivity. I still don't feel that way but it just so happens there's a cool show happening the same week so, I'll use my b'day as an excuse to try to get people together. It's actually post-b'day.

The Gourds are playing Shady Grove as part of the KGSR music series ( Read more... )

 I informed the beau that I was indeed NOT pregnant with an email headed by the subject line, "No retard for you ( Read more... )

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So again, as background, I'm the kind of person- or I WAS the kind of person- who'd go into work feeling like complete shit as long as as I wasn't shitting/puking/actively bleeding profusely. I called in sick about once per year tops. This year has been very different ( Read more... )

 I am now the proud holder of a Texas motorcycle driver's license.

The funny thing is, at the DPS in G'town they won't use your old picture when you get a new license. I wore a Harley shirt for good luck when taking the test. So....yeah, that's what I'll be sportin' in the new picture. Luckily, it was a rather conservative one.

I looked it up on LJ- I started having back problems at the end of December. I just woke up one day and my hip was in nagging pain. I hadn't done anything to tweak it, I just woke up that way.

After putting up with it for two months, I finally went to the doctor. Turns out I've got "sciatica". For fuck's sake- that's for old people. And I aint no ( Read more... )

Yesterday I became overwhelmed and needed to leave Scott's side to come home and be alone. I like to be alone when my mood is sub-optimal. The night before there were signals of a problem ( Read more... )

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Scott and I went to Chuy's while we were waiting for the paperwork on the Teutonic Honda. On the way back to the dealer, Scott urged me to go sit on a Sportster at the Harley Davidson dealer across the street- just to see.

Know this- I've never had a hard-on for Harley. I was very wary of even going there- especially knowing that the Sportster was ( Read more... )

Meet my new bike, Miss Understood:


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