nope. nope. nope. nope. nope.

I’ve been riding my new road bike around a fair bit.  Loving it.

This is the road bike all of my friends gave me for my birthday.  [the nicest thing that’s ever happened to me… my goodness, i have the best friends in the world.]

this is still the only photo dan long has given me of my amazing cycle surprise.

Anywho, I’ve taken to it.  LOVE IT.  Wanna find excuses to put on those hilarious bike shoes and click in… ride somewhere.

So, yes, I’ve been riding with clipless pedals.  [that means that my shoes actually clip into my pedals and i have to unclip them… get the out… when i stop.]  Can someone tell me why these are called clipless?  As I see it, there is much clipping.

And I was TERRIFIED to start riding with clipless pedals.  I asked Evan…

– Am I going to fall over at a stop sign in the middle of town?

Fully expecting him to reply with the, “No, babe… You definitely won’t…”, he, instead, replied with…

– Yeah.  It happens to everybody.

WHAT?!  Seriously??

He was serious.

But I was rocking it.  Unclipping yards before I had to stop.  I had it dowwwwwn.  I had even thought to myself, I won’t ever fall over… I got this.

The other day, I babysat South of town and was excited to bike to the gig.  Not only did I get in a great, gorgeous ride, but I also got to stop by Factory Studios after working to try on some sweet creations by Abbie Miller.  [i was good and only made one purchase… for now…]

I digress…

Chatting with Abbs was great, trying on her clothes was amazing, but, alas, I had to leave to get to a meeting at a local Mexican for an upcoming river trip.

Flustered, running late, I got back on my whip.  I rolled up to a stoplight… wanting to turn left but stay in the right lane… i got into the left turning lane… confusing myself…

Am I in the right lane?  Will this be okay?  I’m fine, right?

All this thinking, and I TOTALLY forgot to unclip.  All the sudden, I’m at a stand-still and panicking… there’s no time to get a leg out.

This is it., I thought… and I went down.

There was a truck next to me… not close enough for me to catch myself on it, but close enough for me to slam some body parts into as I fell… making a huge ruckus.

The driver of the truck turned it off, jumped out of the vehicle and yelled…

– OH, MY GOD!  ARE YOU OKAY?!  WHO HIT YOU?!

Me, immediately jumping up like, “What?  Fall?  Me?  Nooo… Haha… I’m fine,” I could only say to this helpful fellow…

– Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.

Then I finally got it out…

– No one hit me, I just fell over.  Sorry.

– My goodness!  It sounded like you fell from the sky!

– Well, ha, I’m really tall?  [dear lord.]

[the light is turning green.]

– Alright, I hope you’re okay!

– I hope your truck’s okay!

And then I bashfully got back on to the bike, hardly got my feet back into the pedals, and slumped off… not even paying attention to the cars behind me… but I know this conversation will happen many times around town now…

– Do you know Rachel Stevens?

– Not well… but I saw her fall into a truck at a stoplight once!

Good grief.

I finally got to Pica’s [aforementioned taco joint] and found the 14 people I was meeting with, waiting on me.

Noticing I was frazzled, Evan asked me…

– What happened?  You okay?

– I fell over at a stoplight.  I need five margaritas.

Happens to everybody.

act your age or care.

[wull hallo.]

I hope you’re doing well.

I’m doing pretty awesome.

“Oh, why?” you ask… from across the room… wondering why I’m dancing like that.  [the happy burst that comes from deep within… spurred by the simplest thing.]

“Because I got a plant in the mail today… A plant that lives in a dinosaur.”

the coolest? mayhaps.

HUGE thanks to Lisa [the bffffffff] for just the coolest way to have a green thumb.  I miss you, Lisa [she’s living fabulously in italy] and when I get gift from you that reminds me just how rad you are… my goodness, the missing is outta control.  Thank you!  I love you!  [kissy kiss.]

I got did up for a fashion show this past weekend.  They did my hair, make-up, clothing… ’twas spectacular.  I popped and poured bottles all night for important people and had a BLAST.

I also had a radio show on Wednesday morning.  ‘Twas awesome.  One of my favorites to date.

Here’s a lovechild design of those two happenings…

But, you should be the judge yourself:  http://soundcloud.com/wullhay/morning-scramble-june-22-2011

It includes everyone’s favorite jam right now:

Momma and Daddy sent a card.  Wrote the sweetest things.  Pops ended it with this…

“The secret to not getting old is to never act your age or care what others think.  I don’t think that will ever be a problem for you.
[love]
& forever young.  DADDY”

Have to remember.  Not acting my age?  Not a problem.  Caring what others think?  Harder.  But, you know, what is there if there’s nothing to improve upon?

this overall-clad farmboy.

There are a lot of dads out there… we all have one.  Everyone’s is “the best father ever”… and I won’t deny that validity.  [as long as you know that, actually, mine is the best.]

This week, I’ve reflected a lot about who I am, where I came from, why I am the way I am.  All screw ups and lazy flaws aside, I love who I am… because I love where I’ve come from.

I have to thank my Daddy for so many things: my humor, my artistic strives, my courage, my independence, my climbing ventures [just kidding, dad’s afraid of heights], my love for stories and painfully corny jokes*… and so much more…

But what I really want to thank you for, Daddy, is wanting to be a dad.  Wanting to love.  Loving all of us.  And doing it so so well… full force.

I’ve read this old blahg post a few times over today… moving me to tears: https://rachellaurenmarie.wordpress.com/2009/09/01/i-couldnt-help/

In it, my dad talks to me about his wantings…

“All I wanted to be was a father.  I remember when I was young, screaming at my mom, telling her, ‘I’m going to be a damn good father!’  But then I gave up on it all… I gave up on love and banked on forgetting about wanting a family.  Then I met your mother and I couldn’t help but fall in love with her.  I didn’t even want to fall in love with her… but your mother, she lights up a room… and I couldn’t deny that.”

The raw honesty and beauty in my father is something I will always value.  Thank you, Daddy, for wanting this.

To think that this overall-clad farmboy…

Met the grooviest, most beautiful lady in Austin…

my momma's in the middle... with daddy being the bearded one.

And they made an amazing family… which contains a not-so-great golfer, but a forced to be reckoned with during car dances… who loves her daddy…

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! 

I love you to pieces!

*All attributes could also be attributed to my amazing Momma… the two are a great team.

it’s time.

Bardman is the superhero two year old I hang out with on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  He’s starting to turn into an awesome chatterbox and, in general, become a quirky personality.  Bard always carries his bear around… the one who wears a red shirt… Bard calls him “Bug”… he is a safety blanket x10.

Life Lessons from Bardman – #1.

Today, driving home from the library, Bard was a little upset because he didn’t really want to leave.  It was time!  I’m sorry!

A good dancing song came on, something like this:

…and I started car dancing.  [something i learned from my parents.]

I asked Bard…

– Bardman, you wanna dance?

Bard, being a little pouty, replied…

– No.

I waited a while before asking…

– Hey Bug, you wanna dance?

Bard looked down at Bug, then thought for a little bit, then picked up Bug’s hands in his hands and made him dance back and forth.  Finally, Bard started dancing and we were all smiles, dancing the whole way home.

I laughed to myself, thinking about how much easier it is for us all to dance when we have a friend to dance first in front of us.

adorable love.

Life Lessons from Bardman – #2.

Bardman is in the process of potty training.  We don’t go to the toilet [or kid toilet] for him to do his thing.  The first step in the philosophy that his family is using is just for him to be aware and vocal.  So, hilarious conversations tend to happen.

Like the other day, when we were in the Boulder Park, outside walking around and Bard says…

– Ray Ray, Poop!

– Where?

– [matter of factly]  In my pants!

Obviously.

Then today, Bard told me he was pooping.  I asked him…

– You want me to change your diaper?

– No, lemme finish.

– Okay.

We went back to playing trucks and I just figured he’d let me know when he was finished.

Ten minutes later, Bard ran up to me, looked me straight in the eye and said…

– Ray Ray, it’s time to change!

– What??

– It’s time to change!

It took me a hot second to realize that he meant his diaper.  So, we did that.  [college degree at work.]  And for some reason I was all shook up.

There’s something about an innocent voice, shouting in your face, looking at you with concern, saying, “It’s time to change!”

Every single thing that I could maybe change about myself, my life, hit me at once.  Change.  Is it time?

Wow.

Maybe it is.

What to change?

And…

What to leave?

it’s common courtesy.

Some Friday hilarity to start your weekend off right…

Back Story:  My friend, Anna Davis, is a CPA.  Truth: https://rachellaurenmarie.wordpress.com/2010/06/24/2049/  She is way talented.  Her sister, Gretchen Davis, is effing hilarious.

Come to find, Anna got herself an INTERN.  And this is comical because Anna works from home.  I informed Gretchen of the new intern and she quickly sent out this email:

“AnnaLD,

I just heard through the grape vine that you have an intern…AN INTERN (high schooler to be more specific)!  I for 1. did not know you were taking applications!  And 2. am seriously offended that you would not consider Rachel or myself for this position.  Since there are no cons to either of us working for you, I’m going to list all the pros.

 

Gretchious and No Pants Pros:

 

1.  I would remind you to take breaks from work throughout the day.  This includes not waking up too early and a daily afternoon nap.  These usually last about 3 hours

 

2.  You would have the opportunity to not wear pants at work with Rachel…she wouldn’t turn you in for sexual harrassment because it would be her idea to go pantless.

 

3.  I would live on site; meaning either in your VW van or in your loft (this of course would be a favor to you)

 

4.  Rachel would wipe the sweat off your forehead, feed you shot blocks, and squirt water in your mouth when you are doing work on your stationary bike.

 

5.  Mid-afternoon, Rae would get you moving and wake you up with a dance party.  She might even incorporate towels…nasty!

 

6.  I could provide on site mental health services to you…for a small fee I would also see Cosi (we know she struggles with anxiety) and your chickens (to help prepare them for their murders for when you get sick of them).

 

7.  Work always ends at 4:30pm and Cocktail hour always starts at 4:35pm (this gives you enough time to go the bathroom)…we will only be drinking Pink Panty Pull Downs or Crystal Light and Vodka.  Do you think high school intern could handle this?  NO WAY!  She would be a big baby waaa waaa and probably tell on us!  Or she would pull a Dan Long and pass out way too early and eat all my goldfish crackers…Bitch.

8.  Rae could design us Accounting T-shirts and we could wear them ever day while we are “pooh bearing” around the office.

9.  While you are working in the loft, Rae and I will be downstairs (out of the way) lounging on the couch probably sleeping, rereading Harry Potter, or watching the best sex scenes from all our favorite movies .  If for some reason you might need us for something, then you can call us on the soup can and string telephone that we made.  Please remember that we will only answer if you are making ringing noises.  Don’t be surprised if we ask who is calling…its common courtesy.

 

10.  We would be WAY more fun than the skinny little brat of a high schooler you hired over us!  Why you ask…because I know a lot more dirty words and jokes, that’s why!

 

So, I’m thinking that you are having some regrets about how quickly you decided on an intern…next time you’ll know better!

 

Kiss kiss,
Gretchious” 

[yes, some of that is incriminating inside jokes… but i think it’s funny enough to disregard that.]

I cannot stop reading the email.  I laugh SO hard every. single. time.

Well, I wanted to contribute my skills to the hilarity, so I whipped something up and sent back the following email with the picture attached:

“I second every single one of Gretchious’s points!

And don’t worry, I’ll make you a tall-T, to cover all the good china when you’re pooh-bearin’.  [see attached.]

BEST. INTERNS. EVER.

muah!
rae.”

Have a wonderful weekend!

[note: this was all done in fun… we’re sure this high schooler is just precious and doing a wonderful job.]

less ridiculous.

I have been up to a lot of ridiculous things lately.  And I fully intend to share with you later.

Here are some of the less ridiculous…

One amazingly adorable dude I’ve been hanging out with is back!

precious photo by dan long.

 

And some tunes to soundtrack these gorgeous, smile-filled days…

[moresoonlater.]