I took Gwen to the rodeo in Ardmore, Tennessee. The clown was hilarious and all the participants did a great job. It was a fun evening for both of us.
I started bicycling a couple of months ago and I love it. I enjoy the challenge of rough terrain and flying down steep hills. However, there are a few drawbacks.
For women, frequent bike riding massively increases your risk of urinary tract infection (UTI). I discovered this fact the hard way. After doing a some internet research, I learned how to lower that risk. Thank goodness for that, because UTIs are annoying and uncomfortable.
Another thing I learned the hard way, saddle sores are actually blisters that develop in the crotch area. Saddle sore sounds rather innocuous and does not adequately portray the amount of pain and discomfort this ailment can cause.
Yesterday, I went to Harvest Nature Preserve for some off-road bike riding. The trail starts out as gravel and then turns into dirt as you enter the woods. Since there is a lake and a few creeks in the area, there are also several wooden bridges.
I was in the woods and going down a hill with a sharp curve at the bottom. Unfortunately, I was going to fast when I tried to turn. My bike started to slide a bit and I slammed into a tree, which caused me to fall off the bike and land partially on a thorn bush and partially in a mud puddle.
I ended up with numerous small cuts on my hands, arms, and legs. I also have several small bruises on my legs and one massive bruise that is 4 inches in diameter.
To top it off, when I got home I discovered a tick on my calf muscle. Mom helped me get the tick off and then we flushed it down the toilet.
All in all, I had a blast yesterday and plan to do it again. I still enjoy bicycling, in spite of my injuries, sores, and infections. Maybe I am crazy, but I think biking is a ton of fun.
Mom, Aaron , and I went to the Black Forrest in 1987. It was just a family day trip, so we were riding on a tour bus.
This was our last day in Germany. The next day we would board a plane and move back to America. Mom was looking forward to this trip, since she probably would not get another chance to see the Black Forrest.
For some reason, my brother was an absolute tyrant that day. He was rude, obnoxious, bratty, and defiant. In all fairness to Aaron, he did not normally behave this way. He was usually a good kid, but that day he was on a roll.
It started as soon as we boarded the bus. Aaron decided to block the aisle and tried to charge people a toll fee to pass by him. Mom was rather embarrassed, but the worst was yet to come.
We were walking around and admiring all the sites, then Aaron started crying about being thirsty. He was winning and about ready to have a full on tantrum. Mom stopped at one of the shops and bought us each a can of soda.
Aaron took the soda and stuffed them in his jacket. He refused to give me one of the cans and said he was “holding them for ransom.” I started yelling at Aaron and we were on the verge of a throwing punches, when Mom stepped in to put a stop to the whole thing. She snatched the soda cans away from Aaron and give him a good scolding.
Later in the day, we stopped at a shop that made baskets. In front of the store was a giant picnic basket for sale. It was so huge, Aaron could have crawled inside of it.
Aaron wanted Mom to buy the giant basket, but she refused. That set Aaron off again. He started yelling and screaming about the basket. Mom had reached her limit. She got in Aaron’s face and yelled, “I’ve had with you! I am changing my name. It’s not Mom or Rita anymore and I am leaving you here.”
Mom spun around and started walking away from Aaron. I was standing there in shock and wondering if she would come back for me.
Aaron tried calling out to her, but she didn’t respond. Aaron bellowed out, “Hey lady with the brown coat and the grey streak in your hair!”
Mom’s face was about to turn scarlet red. She was so angry, I expected to see smoke coming from her ears and nostrils. She grabbed ahold of Aaron and started walking away with him, without saying a word.
In spite of everything that happened that day, Mom still loved her son. The next day, Aaron was on the plane with us, instead of being left in the Black Forrest to be raised by wild animals.
Today is Little Boy Blue’s third adoption anniversary. Blue is an amazing dog. He excels in all his training classes. He is a great traveling companion. He has a strong nurturing instinct, which drives him to look after and protect his brothers. He is loyal, friendly, and loves to play.
Happy Adoption Anniversary Little Boy Blue
Gwen and I took two of our dogs (Blue and Buddy) hiking last Saturday. We followed the Burritt Nature Trail in Huntsville, Alabama.
It’s a great place to hike and explore. You will find interesting foliage and caves. However, the trial can get pretty rocky at some points, so you have to watch your step.
As you follow the trail, you will find a clearing in the woods and at the edge of that clearing is a massive cross. The cross was built in 1963 by the Huntsville Ministerial Association.
The trail then continues behind the cross. At this point it is steep and extremely difficult to navigate. The trail takes you up to the top of the mountain. The view up there is extraordinary and well worth the effort.
We took a rest break at the top of the mountain, then we went back down to the clearing, and continued to follow the trail.
It took us two hours to complete the entire trail. When we got back to the Jeep, we were all sweaty, dirty, stinky, hungry, and completely exhausted.