aint nothing but a party


nothing but a party gentle readers – and what a party it was.  you see, my friend pat and i hang at the local watering hole after we exercise as we’re famished and the food there is fantastic (you really cant screw up a blt though) and its a nice place to chill for an hour or two.  there are several friends there that we shoot the shit with on a regular basis, one of which is dot, who is my friend pat’s husbands ex wife and her husband jbird.

one might find it funny gentle readers that the current wife gets along so well with the new wife, but both of these women have hearts as big as the state of texas and it was from dot that tom bought our first 76 sporty!  i find it funny that when dot was with pedro, she used to argue with the local dominant mc that since she wrenched her own ride, why couldnt she be a ph.  it was a running joke with them all.  but there is a sad side to this story gentle readers, dot has had some very serious health issues and is terminal.  she is aware of this and has, i assume as i never asked her up front, if she’s made her peace with being terminal, but i will, and tom is taking care of jbird for other reasons as well.

mondays are dottie smoothie mondays and the smoothies are a mystery.  butchie brings in the fruit and mixes up special drinks for dot – and the orange crush with tekilla, triple sec and orange sherbert was simply awesome.   so pat and i always look forward to mondays as dot is definatly there sometimes with her portable oxygen sometimes not.  but we watch her carefully and if her lips look blue we make her put on her oxygen.

so one day, pat, jbird and i were talking about getting all of dots old friends together, kind of like a its so good to see you dot type party. and et voila, the idea was born.  pat was going thru all her friends who’ve known dot forever, jbird was going thru his friends and pat’s husband pedro was tossing in names too – we’re setting up to have a rockin surprise party for dot.  pat did all the legwork calling everyone and letting them know what was going on – and this might be dots last big blow out.  everyone was in and many people were surprised that pedros current wife was doing this for his ex wife.  but again – with hearts this big – you dont find people like that in your life very often and when you do – you cherish them.

so pat’s got the list of confirms – we’re looking at 30 people coming to the party plus the bar regulars and now have to plan the food.  poor tim, what we put him thru lol.  we decided a cold cut platter, potato salad, cole slaw, pasta salad, veggies and dip would be perfect but we had to come up with something to distract dot and keep her away until 6 so tim decided to tell dot that he had a party at 8 and they wanted shrimp dijon and he needed her recipe and would she come over at 6 on saturday to taste test and make sure it was done right.  Tim called from jbirds fone and boom – mission successful!!!  we had cover and food and friends ready for saturday.

so friday came and we’re hanging around and dot shows up and had brought two samples of the dijon sauce for tim to make sure he got it right and wanted to start the shrimps then.  oh lord keeping her busy and telling her it has to be fresh – wow.  she can be like a dog with a fresh bone where food is concerned, dot can cook!!!!!  so we had friday’s excuse taken care of and knew that dot would take it easy on saturday, rest and keep her strength up for saturday nights “cooking” for the “party” tim was preparing for.

the plan was for everyone to be there at 5.30 and we were going to try to have like every 3rd person at the bar be a friend of dot’s but naturally it didnt work out that way, people ended up coming in as soon as they got there.  but what was really funny is that it didnt occur to dot that all these people from her past were showing up at her bar.  she kept saying – wow, i cant believe your here – and EVERYONE went with it – we just felt like going out tonight.  it wasnt until we went into the banquet/band room where the food was set out that dot realized the party was for her and her smile light up the room.  she just couldnt believe that everyone came out for her and was so happy to see all her friends from then and now.  and tim even went up one better and put out a hot plate with stuffed shells that were freakin fantastic!!!

tom got to see dot again and we brought the pic of her sporty he bought and how he cleaned it up and her smile lit her face!  she had asked me a couple months ago what happened to the guy she sold her sporty to and i told her dot, i married tom who bought your sporty.  my hair had been up at the time and she looked at me kind of puzzled and i said wait, took my hair clip down and shook my head and then recognition lit up her face and i got a big hug.

the party was a rip roaring success with dots face totally lit up all night long.  Troy (aka lube) got up on stage and played just for dot.  the drinks flowed freely and the laughter rolled.  at one point my beloved, who wasnt monitoring his imbibing had leaned over the table so i am enjoying the view from behind and copped a nice feel.  he didnt notice so i did it again and smacked his butt nice and hard.  still, nothing.  ah hell with it – i leaned over and bit him on the ass with dot laughing her ass off.  believe it or not gentle readers, he didnt even have a clue so i did it all again, and bit him on the ass again lol. laughter abounded – and he had no idea i had done that for 2 days lmsao.

we didnt get out of the bar until around 11 (which is very late for tom – he’s 2 hours lets go now lol) and both of us raved to each other all the way home and then after we got home about what a wonderful evening we both had and how happy dot was – and how much it meant to us to see dot so happy.  and then remembering jbird walking around the room, just grinning and occasionally wiping a tear from his eye to see his lady so happy.

its a biker thing.  its an old and trite expression, but if i have to explain, you really wouldnt understand. and to understand, even with my write up, you really had to be there.

We love you Dot and Jbird. So very very much.

Spring has sprung


gentle readers, spring has sprung!!  After the long, cold, snowy winter from hell lol, I am totally enjoying the last weeks mild and balmy temps in the high 60’s and the last couple days temps in the 70’s!  Yup, you read right, here outside philly, we’ve had temps in the low 70’s and that means its bike time!

Well, the weekend before last we hit a nice high of 58 and grumps kindly asked – wanna go for a putt and i replied “are you kidding me – LETS RIDE!”.  Out came the leathers and off into chilly pre-spring air we went and by God in heaven i had forgotten how much i loved riding in this weather.  Everyone knows how much i abhor the cold but it was so good to get out into the fresh air and begin to clear out the winters cobwebs from the graymatter.  As it was still pretty damn cold, i was not prepared to go out for a long putt, an around the block was just what the doctor ordered and blowing down 340 made me feel alive again.

There is something about seeing the farms, the livestock and the fields being prepped for spring plowing that renews in you the fact that spring is coming, that the tides are turning and that hope springs eternal.  Despite my hatred of country music <g> i am a country girl at heart!

I’ve noticed now when i go out, the bulbs are starting to sprout, the daffydoodles, crocus’s and lilies of the valley are starting to spring forth from the thawing ground, which are the surest signs that the winter has released is frozen grip from us.  Now to find the iris’s and i’ll be tickled purple!  (Next to daffydoodles, they’re my favorites).  I live for spring gentle readers, even more so than summer.  Its the renewal of life in all its beautiful colors and glory, a reaffirmation of everything that is good in the world.  When i go out and about now, i’ll start seeing the livestock with their newborns, sometimes just hours and even minutes old.  Life at its most glorious moments.  The cycle of life begins again.

All of that is even better when i’m on the back of the bike.  Its more personal, more intimate.  I can almost reach out and touch it. I become so much more a part of the world around me when i’m riding with grumps than i do when i’m caging it.  I’ve been on the bike almost every day this week with the exception of a few and the last 2 days, which naturally were the warmest.  Why you ask?  I naturally had the migraine from hell lol.  I’m feeling better today finally and today is supposed to be 72 and TODAY WE RIDE!  I’ll have the windows open in the house to keep clearing out the winter funk from the house but today, today will be the grand poohbah of clearing out the winter funk from the graymatter.

A bright sunshiny day, my face turned towards the sun, the wind in my hair, a smile on my face and a song in my heart.  My legs wrapped around my beloved as we putt down quiet back country roads.  Life renews itself in me in the warm spring air.  It doesn’t get much better than that.

it was a beautiful day

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to be alive yesterday gentle readers – the weather co-operated and grumpy and i got our first putt in of the year!  It was a balmy (for this time of the season lol) 54 and brightly sunshiny, so we leathered up, warmed up Zen and off we went.

Ok, it was cold and you know how much i abhor the cold but by God in Heaven it knocked the cobwebs out of the graymatter and yes, chilled me to the bone but the peace of mind i felt as we putted down 340 made the chill worth it.

As usual, it was colder on the hill we live on but once we descended to the level where mere mortals live lol it warmed up to a decent level of cold and with the neck wrap on i soon was able to not notice the chill as much.  Fingers were numbed up quick even with my gloves but with the glory of the ride – who cares?  We were on the road again, the wind my hair, my face to the sun and smiling.

Its a trite and tired old expression but if i have to explain you wouldn’t understand.  However i was informed i’m not allowed to be armed on the bike this year lol.  Armed meaning holding anything that can be construed as a weapon.  I have been known to throw soda bottles at cars tailgating us and i did try to kick another biker off his bike once.  Thank God i have a husband with remarkable riding skills and the patience of a saint *grinning widely*.  But i try very hard not to allow the assholes on the road not to ruin my zen.  They cant help the fact that they’re assholes.  I just strongly believe that stupid hurts and i should be the one hurting them when they endanger us.  Its a jenny thing lol.

But what also made yesterday such a wonderful day was that minime came home for spring break!  Now that she’s a college nerd we dont get to see her all that often but knowing that she is in her element doing what she does best is what gets me through the sad times.  Parent hood is the most rewarding job in the world yet at times the most sad.  Manboy is in florida doing his thing and i dont get to see him hardly at all anymore and i miss him with a sadness that hurts my heart so that it feels like it will rip in two.  So that is the sad thing about being a parent – your children who you raised and cherished while growing up have now begun to spread their wings and fly away.  Empty nest syndrome sucks.  All those years when they were younger, grumps and i would say man i cant wait till… and now those years are here.  It blows.

So i wait for the sunny days to get on the bike with my beloved and roll on down the roads, aching for the zen that calms my mind.

It was a beautiful day, dont let it get away.

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