Just Rannin' Around

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Once upon a time . . .

In a kingdom far, far away . . .

Somewhere in a moderate dwelling a distance from the castle . . .

Lived a girl and her dragon.

She never could remember the exact day that the little dragon had shown up on her front door. All she could really remember was that he was so calm at first that she barely noticed that he was there following her around. Sure, he did make himself known when he was unhappy at times but his fits were short and nothing that she couldn’t immediately calm down by diverting his attention.

Unbeknownst to her, dragons grow fast, they grow larger than life and they begin having ideas of their own. How was she to know this? Most of the other girls in the kingdom either didn’t have a dragon or they had given theirs away years before getting into this situation.

Now her dragon was constantly wanting attention. One of his favorite times to play was right in the middle of the night. As relaxation would overtake her body, out of nowhere he would pounce on the bed, jumping around until she would get up and take him running to get some of that energy out. She never knew if she should be angry for waking her up or excited and grateful that her dragon was extremely active and healthy.

She decided not to be angry, after all it wasn’t really his fault and she wouldn’t want him to be any other way.

The End

Monday, June 15, 2009

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

How is it possible to be so extremely happy for someone and yet be so extremely selfishly miserable at the same time?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I am beginning to wonder if summer is EVER going to make an appearance!!

Friday, June 05, 2009

Leaves one thinking . . . “what’s next?”

It has been a fairly crazy week and by crazy I mean exhausting. There comes a point during all of the madness where trying to figure out how to handle all of it, alone, begins to feel like it isn’t really even a viable possibility.

Wednesday morning I went downstairs to grab some breakfast before leaving for work and found my dining room floor carpeted with flying ants. They were already dead because every year I have a few weeks at the beginning of summer that I have a couple of sugar ants come to visit so the ant “hotels” had already been placed by the sliding glass door and I had already sprayed. I grabbed the vacuum, sucked them up and sprayed again.

However when I got home that night, I was greeted by another floor full of dead flying ants. It was disturbing. Again I vacuumed them up and sprayed. This now has been a routine for the last couple of days. I have been told that flying ants are only a problem for two weeks and that essentially I should just deal with it for a while and they will be gone. I am not quite sure how I feel about that.

Thursday I had a plumber come to my house because I was beginning to see indications of an issue. It took him only a few minutes to not only confirm what I thought was the issue but further explain that he would have to put a big hole in my living room wall to fix it. That made me all sorts of happy. While it only took him two minutes to diagnose that problem and then another two minutes to tell me that I am also at a point that I need to replace my water heater, it took him 56 minutes to tell me all why I am still single. I didn’t know him until he stepped foot into my house, so within four minutes he had figured out everything that was holding me back from marriage. That was interesting!

**By the way, I am not married because I am intimidating. I am beautiful, well educated and independent. Men just can't deal with that because they need to feel like the hero and the provider. Please remember this is within four minutes, all of which was conversing about my plumbing issues. I suppose that plumbing must say a lot about a person because I positive that I didn’t said anything about my personal life the whole time he was there.

This morning I woke up feeling really good. I had managed to get all of my visiting teaching done the night before and I even got to speak to two of the women which almost never happens and I was able to prepare my lesson for Saturday morning that I am teaching. I also wasn’t rushing to get to work because my house was going to get fixed.

I went downstairs and pulled out the vacuum and found my dining room floor after sucking up what seemed like a million new flying ants. Then the plumber called to tell me that the parts he needed wouldn’t be in stock until Tuesday and so my house wouldn’t be fixed until Wednesday.

Still things weren’t terrible. I would only be about an hour late for work which isn’t the end of the world. I gathered my stuff, set my alarm and went to get into my car. There are times when one more thing is just one too many things. I had a flat tire. Needless to say, I was a little more than an hour late for work.

The silver lining . . . .

Well there were probably still some tears rimming my eyes when I walked into the tire shop because the men were extremely friendly. When they finished fixing the problem with my tire, they charged me nothing.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race. ~H.G. Wells

I have a friend that is preparing to ride in the 69-mile Tour de Cure next weekend. She was going to ride a 30-mile trek yesterday from the airport out to the Great Salt Lake marina then back and called to see if I would be willing to go with her. Since I am always up for an adventure, I agreed. I was not disappointed . . . we definitely got an adventure.

We knew that the weather was a bit on the risky side, but I told her that I could handle getting wet. So before we started out we agreed that only a lightening storm would turn us back. There was a strong head wind and it was pouring off and on, but the trail was paved and fairly flat so while she pushed forward I did a bit of reverting back to being 6-years old. The puddles were too enticing to pass up. Needless to say that I was a bit muddy and soaking wet and it just wasn’t from the drizzle falling from the sky.

It wasn’t until I was into the ride about 13 miles (she was ahead of me by about a half of a mile) that the sky began taking on an ominous nature. That is when the first bout of lightening, which had been keeping south of us, spread out across the sky above head. The clap of thunder that immediately followed didn’t leave me with a happy feeling. It didn’t take long until I saw my friend coming toward me and fast.

Ever tried to outrun a storm? It doesn’t work. Before too long we were trying to remember the nearest cover because the lightening was increasingly coming too close for comfort. Being on flat ground we were the tallest targets. With another thunderous roar, the clouds opened up and we were in a downpour. The winds, not wanting to miss out in the fun or to be outdone, picked up and brought the rain with stinging power into our exposed legs, arms and faces. There were waterfalls coming off of our helmets and there was absolutely nowhere to get out of the elements.

As this all came against us at once, we looked at each other and went into hysteric laughter. I honestly don’t know how we stayed on our bikes and continued to peddle because neither of us could stop once we started. It had to be one of the funniest sights.

When we finally made it back to the car, the sky cleared and we had a nice ray of sunshine to put the bikes back up on my rack and drive home. It was definitely a 26-mile ride that I won’t forget anytime soon. Anyone up for a bike ride?


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