Thursday, January 31, 2008

Rain, Rain, Go Away

If baby jesus up in the sky had even an ounce of appreciation for me, he'd have known that I didn't want it to rain. He would have sealed up some rain clouds in a giant Ziplock bag in the sky to save it for another day. I wanted to grab the ol' MTB and head out to the trails this weekend. Mainly because I added a new Avid BB7 front disc brake to it. I haven't given it a good test ride yet.

On the other hand, I'm kind of dying for it to rain excessively so the streets around work will flood a little and they'll let me go home.

I could sleep.

Now that would be awesome.

[ =Lucky= ] | 11:20 AM | (0) comments

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Lowercase Sentimentality

i've been wandering around

wondering how i got so
got so, so fucking boring all the sudden
so fucking scared, i'm not scared

you'd mean so much more to me if i remembered

[ =Lucky= ] | 10:57 AM | (0) comments

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Peer Pressure

So I got home a few minutes ago and my mother greeted me with a jolly, "hey boy!"

I got to the gate and she says to me, "Come take a shot with me!"

I was a little amused by it and said, "nahhhhh."

I kept walking and from behind me heard her bellow out, "CHIIIICKEEENNNN!"

I took the tequila shot.

Are moms supposed to do that?

[ =Lucky= ] | 8:07 PM | (0) comments

Monday, January 14, 2008

Computer Mech Woes

I eventually got my front derailleur back into a decent enough condition for the trails on Saturday. That means I had to keep it in the second or third rings at all times. Not that it mattered, I didn't really stray too far from the high 2s or low 3s. I had fun that day after all. I conquered some climbs that were causing me problems and took some inclines that made me nervous. Good fun.

I also rode with an older guy that offered some fun conversation about going over his handlebars a little while before we met on the trail. I hadn't fallen by this point so it was difficult to supply him with any similar experiences. I never really did fall at any point in the day, I simply dropped the bike when it came close to eating it. I did slam into a tree with my arm at one point.

The next day I couldn't think of anything I would rather do than go back to the trails. It never happened though and all I want to do now is go back to the trails. I think it may be a bit too cold for that though.

I'm also thinking of switching to clipless pedals soon.

I'm sort of nervous about it.

[ =Lucky= ] | 9:52 AM | (0) comments

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Derailleur Mech Woes

I should be leaving for the trails soon but a busted front derailleur (as of last night) is holding me back.

Anyone have a spare?

[ =Lucky= ] | 11:30 AM | (0) comments

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Lamest Post Ever.

Okay, so as of late, I decided that XBox Live controls my life.
I play Call of Duty 4 online when I get a chance.
My gamertag is: m4bandit
Find me. Be my friend. Let's kill each other.

[ =Lucky= ] | 10:57 AM | (0) comments

For Trade...

My soul for these skills.

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Saturday, January 05, 2008

ICUs and Christina Ricci

I left work around noon yesterday in order to get myself over to Oakbend Medical's ICU to see my 87 year-old grandmother. She had a heart attack the night before, right around the same time I decided I would go to sleep. I missed a dozen or so phone calls at 0300 telling me to wake up. I didn't realize it until I was around the parking lot to work and my sister sent an alarming text saying that my grand mother was in the hospital.

It's a terrible feeling when there's obviously nothing you can do to make it better. It's even worse when your mom tells you to stay at work because there's still nothing you can do. I advised my supervisor of my situation and she said that whenever I felt I had to go, it was fine and that she would keep my grandma in her prayers.

I eventually left and made it to the hospital and saw her. My sister and aunt decided that they both needed to go to the bathroom at that moment so they did and I was standing at my grandmothers bedside holding her hand as she spoke to me. She had tubes coming from everywhere. There were harnesses holding other various cables around her head and I was honestly scared for her as I read the monitor as best I could. Her heart rate was high and alerts were going off and being ignored by the staff because they're normal in post heart attack patients.

It was scary being left alone with her. She was weak but talking about everything. She eventually transitioned to death and how she felt she was ready. While she was ready for death, I was dying to have my mom in there with me. There was only so much I could say in broken spanish. She spoke about god and how she's ready if he finds that it's her time. She spoke about life and love and illness. Commenting on why I haven't had children or gotten married, she tells me that one day I will find a girl that I can dedicate myself to. That one day there will be a girl that is going to claim my heart and keep a tight hold on it. I sort of nodded my head and laughed it off and wished I could fly the yellow and black helicopter that sat outside her window.

She told me to be careful. She told me to be a good husband and a better father. She told me to have my back checked out because I always look like I'm in pain. She told me to get a new car but to keep the old one because it has lasted me well. She told me to speak with god even if I don't go to church. She told me to take care of the family. She spoke of god again and how if they wanted to do surgery and cut her, she'd rather not.

I simply said, "If the doctors can cut you, to save you, then it isn't your time. I think god would understand."

My cousin Rick, my mom and my little sister entered the room so I had to go. I walked out to the waiting room and sat with my aunt Silvia, my sister Marissa and my nephew Julian. I listened to my sister and her crown molding dreams and my aunt and her color schemes. My nephew tried his best at a crossword puzzle in the paper and I read Another Magazine's article about Christina Ricci. Her photo shoot was stunning and I never really noticed how alarmingly beautiful she is. I showed my sister and my aunt and they laughed. I put the magazine down and we all sat and talked about interior design and Britney Spears' latest headline.

All the while, I couldn't possibly be more scared.

[ =Lucky= ] | 12:02 PM | (0) comments

Friday, January 04, 2008

It's a Delicate Situation

My grandma had a heart attack last night.
She's in the ICU at Oakbend Medical.
It's a concern I have.

[ =Lucky= ] | 9:39 AM | (0) comments

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Juice Boxes & Fixed Gears

It's been 2+ years since I've had a Hi-C juice box and I must admit, I have missed them. They're a bit too sweet to enjoy daily but the limited number of boxes in a Flashin' Fruit Punch package will limit the intake to just 8 drinks that I probably won't restock.

I'm sipping on one as I sit in front of my work monitor. I was looking forward to it this morning when I remembered that I left one in the breakroom refrigerator. I almost panicked when I saw that the straw was no longer attached to the back of the box. Luckily, I found it sitting at the bottom of the fridge. Crisis averted.

Drinking the juice reminded of a strange dream I had the other night in which I was trapped in a Chuck E. Cheese type establishment. The dream eventually lead me to my own bedroom where I was shocked to find that many of the items in there did not belong to me. The most awkward was my exgirlfriend sitting at the corner of my bed in a pensive state. Oddly enough, instead of asking why her belongings were around my room or asking why she was there in general, I looked at the bicycle pedals hanging from the wall. I asked, "are those my pedals?" She quickly replied, "uh, those are for my fixed gear," in a tone that implied that the answer was obvious. For some reason, I cringed and was angered at the thought of her riding fixed. I then woke up.

So there you have it. None of my exgirlfriends are allowed to move into my room without me knowing, sit on the edge of my bed, hang pedals on my wall, or ride fixed. It apparently gets me pretty frustrated.

Funny thing is, in real life, I'd think it's pretty hot and would be dying to rekindle the lovefest.

[ =Lucky= ] | 2:23 PM | (0) comments

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


If this is indicative of the kind of year 2008 will be...

I quit.

[ =Lucky= ] | 5:22 PM | (0) comments

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