Cycling can be a fun, Eco-friendly way to get to your destination, but it comes with the responsibility of keeping yourself and others safe while traveling.
Courtney's Urban Cruiser
I have recently witnessed cyclists riding on sidewalks, running red lights, and boldly cutting off motorized vehicles. This type of behavior is not only endangering other civilians, but also gives cyclists a bad rep – it’s time we learn, and abide by the rules of the road…
Emma and Caleb are chill cats that get along with pretty much everyone they encounter. They won Courtney over with their good looks and charm.
Although, there are times when I wish we had a dog instead of the cats…Emma used to have this problem where she would jump up onto my lap, and before I knew it there was a strong smelling oily substance on my shirt (or “ass juice”, as I prefer to call it). She would quickly jump off and start cleaning her rectum.
Courtney and I went on a short bike ride to Magnolia Beach yesterday to soak up some sun and skip some rocks on the water. On our way back to the bike path, we were called over to a couple who seemed to be having a difficult time figuring out how to work the camera on their iphone.
My friends and I were a bunch of thrill seekers in our younger years – always searching for new exciting adventures to take part in. How we all survived some of the shenanigans without harm is mind baffling to say the least…
One summer evening I received a phone call from my friend Jon while I was eating dinner with my family. The missed call was quickly followed with two text messages:
“Drive to thus and such location and wait by the train tracks.”
“Be there in 5 minutes.”
It was common for each of us to send/receive odd messages from one another from time to time – pretty much guaranteeing some form of juvenile entertainment.
Full of curiosity, I jumped up from the table and ran out the door. The location was fairly close to where I lived and I got there with time to spare. The short wait was excruciating, as my head was filled with several possibilities as to what was going to happen…
A High School friend of mine recently moved to Seattle for a job in the front office with the Mariners baseball team. His new job comes with a ton of perks – four seats behind home plate for each game, unlimited access to the whole stadium, ability to watch baseball all day in his office, etc.
My friend Jon is in town this week, so I thought it would be nice to go on a romantic day trip to Bainbridge Island…
As the ferry was about to dock, all of the bikers lined up in preparation for an epic race…
This past October my cat took a whiz in the back seat of my car on our way to Seattle. Getting rid of the scent has been an ongoing process of trial and error – nothing seems to work. The smell makes me gage every time I get into the car, so you can imagine my excitement when I stumbled across a product that guaranteed successful removal of the odor…
Drinking games are fun to play occasionally. I have several foggy, but fond, memories of playing hockey (the card game), categories, beer pong, and tippy cup – but let’s face it, college is over and it’s probably time to grow up. I’m not saying adults should stop playing drinking games – just the one’s college kid’s play. If you’re wondering: “why me?” or “What now?” Have no worries, look no further, your answer is finally here…ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to introduce you to ‘Redneck Life’!
There are charities for pretty much everything these days, making it difficult to choose one over another. Some just ask for donations, but the more successful ones also have events – Susan B. Komen Walk for the Cure, AIDS Walk, C.H. Robinson Worldwide MS 150 Ride, etc. Being sponsored in these events can be a fun experience, and I highly recommend participating in any of them at least once.
Boredom is a breeding ground for trouble. Growing up in a small rural town in southern Minnesota pretty much guaranteed that most days wouldn’t be very exciting. However, this provided a great opportunity for kids to be creative with their time. I, for one, never had difficulty coming up with ways to entertain myself and others.
The day I discovered how to block my phone number is memorable – three ultra egos were born.
Rupert is my gangsta pimp ultra ego. When people answer the phone, he says “Yo, yo, yo, dis be Rupert, you got ma monies?” Lonnie is my ‘special’ ultra ego. He has a tendency to ask girls to go to his school dance, though it takes him a while to ask because of his stutter – every girl who ever dated any of my friends received a call from Lonnie. Anthony, my gay ultra ego, is my favorite and most used. Anthony had a tendency to call the parents of my most conservative friends…