I have such GOOD intentions. Really I do. There is so much I want to share with all of you. Cards to create and crafts to make and pages to complete. And then there's the stuff I've actually COMPLETED that I want to share. Plus there are stories and tales and adventures just bursting to get out of my fingers.
Yet I get side tracked. A lot. Many times it's work. Honest Injun. I've worked so many extra shifts and sick calls lately that I honestly don't remember the last time I had a day off. NOT that I'm complaining mind you. In fact, I am extrememly grateful for those extra shifts. With two in college and two in high school (now how in the hell did that happen? When did I get old enough to have TWO kids in college?!!) the extra money comes in very handy. In fact, it just gets sucked right down into the never ending vortex of must-haves and really-needs and the occasional dollar-scoop-tuesday at Baskin Robbins.
But, truth be told, it's the darn bike that really messes with my good intentions. Brian and I have started ride-sharing. He loads his bike in the car and drives to work, then when he's off he pulls out his bike and rides home (he is mostly always off before dark. No riding after dark for us. Just too darn dangerous). I, on the other hand, ride my bike to work (I load the car with my shower bag, clothes and lunch bucket before Brian leaves in the morning so I don't have to add that extra weight to my bike... and because a front-basket-heavy bike can be a scary thing), lock it up and toss it in the car for the ride home at o-dark thirty. Works out nicely. We both get to ride, neither has to ride in the wee or late hours and we only take one vehicle to work.
But sometimes I ride BEFORE I ride to work. A little extra. And then I just keep right on going to work. I love to ride to go dumpster diving. (More on that later. My new favorite hobby). I love to ride to do chores and errands and pick up the occasional item from Costco. But mostly, when the sun is out I just love to ride.
Hence the dirty house and ratty children and bare cupboards. And the reason I don't post nearly as much as I would like to. I'd love to be able to say "I promise, I'll be better". But the truth of the matter is that it's August, it's absolutely gorgeous in the Pac NW, Tim is playing football and is doing a ton of volunteering for Servant Festival, Jones has dance and cheer and youth group, and Bug leaves in just under 3 weeks for Gonzaga (yet another post in and of itself) and, well, I love to ride.