I wobbled into my house through the garage yesterday after a 12 mile bike ride with my honey. I will call him Billy, the slave driver. My 13 year old son, Sami was planted at his command post infront of his computer. Sami barely looked at us and politely asked, “did you have a nice ride?”
“Some of us did?” Billy was quick to answer.
Let me take you back so we’re all on the same page. Billy asked me early in the morning if I wanted to go with him on a bike ride. He looked so good in his tight biking shorts and jersey so I said, “Yay for a bike ride.” That’s the only reason I agreed.
On our way out, our son, Daniel called me to let us know that he made it on the Dean’s list for high academics at Texas A&M and qualified to apply for the International Internships. Wohoo for my Daniel! I had to hurry back home so I can blast the news and brag to everyone. Billy’s response was “sweet” and kept going. He was on a schedule and a mission. He took me on short cuts so we can avoid the park. He said there’s too many people and I socialized too much. Imagine that! I rode behind him like a good little woman (I couldn’t keep up). My phone was ringing and my texts were whisteling. I had to keep peddling as I answered our daughter’s call saying she forgot to take her key card to college. Now, we were on a schedule but that still didn’t phase Billy. He was still on his mission.
Ok, I’m thankful for Billy’s persistence and for making me go the 12 miles. The next day, he rode 40 miles on his own. I was surprised that I got invited again but this time the tight shorts didn’t fool me.
Oh, I can’t forget the man who was mowing his lawn in his short shorts and long rubber rain boots, you made the last 6 miles of my ride so bearable.
I drove to Austin again for a deposition. It was a face off of the POA’s..my cousin Steve’s ex-best friend and ex power of attorney who I’m suing for fraud. The moment to sit across from him in a small conference room was finally here. The poor bastard suddenly lost his memory and couldn’t recall shit. He claimed that he didn’t know what “Fiduciary Duty” was. Never mind his lies, we still kicked ass.
I asked my attorney if I could reach across and grab his neck to slap him around, he said “NO”..hmmm..Ok, maybe that’s why I pay him the big bucks. He’s got common sense, he’s awesome and very easy on the eyes.
After the depostion, I met up with couple of true friends in Austin whom I’m so thankful to have in my life, they’ve been my Angels the past year. We had a great dinner, chat and lots of laughter.
We took Mariana’s card key to her and helped move her boxes back to college to start her second semester. Thank God she’s only 30 minutes away. I can surprise her anytime. Maybe not.
And best of all, I got to make my weekly visit to my cousin Mike and dump all my problems on him. He could be a great therapist one day.
I’m thankful for all the support I’ve gotten recently from Lizzi at Considerings, and for the wonderful and supportive comments from all my bloggy friends. Thank you Clark at the Wakefield Doctrine for offering to post links for me since I’m in Facebook jail again and Mimi from The Magical Mystical Mimi for leaving me one of the kindest comments. I’m also thrilled, honored and so excited that Christine from TheMomCafe.com asked me to write a post for her blog. How much more could I ask for? Life is beautiful.
HAVE A BEATIFUL WEEK!