Old Adventures on Carlos the Dirt Bike

Did I ever mention it took 2 other bikes to get me to where I could make a turn on Carlos?  Yeah.  It did.  It’s now a comical thought to think back on, but actually back then I hated that I had to “downgrade” to a tiny 50cc because I nearly crashed Carlos into a tree.  (I know, poor motorcycle)  I still couldn’t figure out “how to turn” and no, these are things you can not just make up.  I had completely forgotten how to turn.  I couldn’t grasp the concept and it had been at least 10 years since I had been on a bicycle.  Turns out if you’re shaky on turning the 50cc, well then you probably need to re-condition on a bicycle, which is what I had to do.  I had to go round & round in a circle drive until I could get my bearings for turning.

Then I was making those turns like a pro.  All except one thing.  50cc bikes aren’t made for…ummmm….bigger people.  So, not only was I trying to grasp turning and adding speed to going round & round, the back end was sliding out under me.  Talk about an experience.  Every time the baby bike would do that it’d freak me out and I stiffen back up and lose my mojo for being in the “dirt bike mode”.  Finally, I got where I needed to be.  Finally.

I didn’t have a wreck.  I didn’t destroy a fence, I almost did, but I didn’t.  It was quite the experience.  An experience that Mom & Dad weren’t happy about, but are now warming up to.  It’s only taken them 5 months to do so.

First Step to Recovery

I’ve always heard the first step to recovery is admitting you have an addiction.  Maybe I should admit to that?  May I have an addiction?  It all started when Motorcycle Man decided it would be a great idea for me to try out dirt bike riding.  I’ve gotta admit, I was all for it too.  It was a new thrill to add to my adventure seeking life or my adrenaline junky side that everyone has been commenting on that I now have.  It just could’ve been a combination of everything going on — but somehow I wound up with a dirt bike.  A full fledged Yamaha TT-R125LE.  I had no intention of ever riding a dirt bike, it just never crossed my mind.  That is, until I met Motorcycle Man.  We wound up going all the way to Mississippi to get the dirt bike.  Mississippi.  An 11 hour trip one way from my somewhat nice sized Oklahoma town I live in now.  Less than 4 hours and I could’ve been at the beach, but instead we wound up in Tupelo, MS.

Picking up the dirt bike made for quite the adventure.  Not only did Motorcycle Man trust me to drive his handy dandy truck — but I also saw a few of my Arkansas cousins as well as my Uncle B.  When we stopped to say hi to good ole’ Uncle B, he figured out rather quickly that MM was a heavily educated computer geek.  Much more than what I am and in a totally different area than I may ever want to be in.  Uncle B had MM to work in no time.  Our “plan” was to just stop for 10mins or so, that quickly ballooned into a few hours we spent with Uncle B at the shop.  Man oh Man, what an adventure.

As soon as we set foot back in OK, where the dirt bike would call home, MM and his brother unloaded the bike and outfitted me in some motorcycle gear just as a precaution — which means in case I crashed into a tree or wrecked the bike.  I got a quick lesson in the clutch and was supposed to practice on the clutch, letting it in and out.  Instead, I let it out and must’ve given it gas at the right time because I tooook off!  I remember looking behind me asking if I was doing this correctly and both guys yelled in unison to turn around and pay attention to what was in front of me.  Must’ve made em’ a nervous wreck. :-)

I’ve now acquired the “official” dirt bike gear one must have to actually ride and not get hurt.  My boots look strange and somewhat funny because of my smallish feet and well — have you ever seen dirt bike boots?  A majority of my gear is hot pink or black/white.  I don’t have any photos of anything recently or even any outfitted in full gear.  It’s quite a site to put it all on and then ride — thick socks, boots, pants, jersey, chest protector, hydration pack, helmet, gloves and my iPod.  It looks like I’m going into battle when I put all of my gear on and go riding with the boys.  This has definitely been a fun adventure that I hope to continue for years to come.

Bike riding has taken on an adventure of it’s own.  Instead of just the TT-R, I have thoughtfully named this new addiction helper, Carlos.  Actually it’s more along the lines of Carlos the Dirty Mexican —- but that’s more for comical reasons than anything.  I’ve been to a track and I’m slowly learning how to jump, my next “big” adventure involves a race sometime or another.  I’m pretty excited about that and looking forward to when MM decides I’m ‘ready’ to race.  I just know it won’t be anytime soon because of this dang Oklahoma heat!

The picture speaks for itself….the addiction has already begun.

Thunder Up!! Mended Little Hearts Style

My oh my, I must really catch up on some blogging.  I’m going through photos on my hard drive and have realized there is a lot that hasn’t made it up….yet.  Blame that with keeping up with other portions of my blog and working on launching my design company.  There is a lot going on in my world at the moment, so please be patient as I start throwing all these posts together.

A few months ago I was invited to attend something special with the Mended Little Hearts chapter out of Oklahoma.  I’ve been apart of this group since I was born, which would mean a very long time.  The only event our group had when I was growing up was the annual Christmas party, complete with Santa Clause and presents!  I was never too old to sit on Santa’s lap and I continued this trend all the way up until a few years ago.  Now, the times have changed and the group has added many more activities to its list.  Now the group goes Bowling, to the local Zoo, and will literally think up any excuse to get together.   I’ve started to look forward to attending these events with MLH more than anything in the world.  It’s definitely a great feeling to share a common bond with a 6 or 7 year old and it’s hard to believe I have some of the same things in common as a child, but I love it and wouldn’t change how my life has turned out.

One very cool activity I was able to participate in was an OKC Thunder game.  Actually, my first Thunder game.  Let me just say it was amazing! Being able to ring in my first Thunder game from a Suite was one of the coolest things I’ve experienced with this group.  I had no idea what to expect, but was very touched to be invited as one of the two adults in our group and the oldest of the group as well.  The woman who organizes our activities loves to mention I’m the oldest too and I’ve grown to appreciate that.  I don’t mind being the oldest, to this group my age actually means something and isn’t just a number.

Back to the highlights of attending the game with the MLH group though.  I was told we’d be meeting Etan Thomas; a fellow heart patient.  Although, he had his surgery a few years ago and not as a child, it’s still heart warming to see someone give back to the community or say to other heart kids “I’ve been there, you can do this.”  What actually happened at our meet and greet greatly surpassed my expectations.  Not only did our group get to sit on the floor and watch the players warm up.  Yes, I spent some time gazing around the inside of the stadium thinking “Wow”  and taking photos of everything too.  Gabbi & I were talking about the game and taking photos of everything when Kevin Durant walked by.  Gabbi was speechless and I had no idea who he was, so I spoke up asking him if we could get his signature.  I thought, no big deal, he’s  just a NBA player.  Little did I know just what a big deal he actually is.  My cousins, uncle, Pops, and even Papaw were all speechless I met him.  Hello! I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, my thoughts on that have changed just a little over the past few months.

Meeting Kevin Durant was a surprise to all of us, our group was told later that Kevin had asked why we were there and decided to come over and say hi.  Yeah, I couldn’t believe it.  I had to call Pops and tell him the news on who I had met.  I think he was starting to think he had gone with me to the game after that.  Just as soon as I updated Twitter and Facebook the news went viral and everyone had to know how I got so lucky.  Me, lucky?  I am lucky, but for other reasons.  Reasons that don’t involve meeting celebrities or attending special events just like this one.

Like I said, Kevin Durant wasn’t the reason we were all invited to the game.  Turns out the OKC Thunder PR had set up something special for our group.  Everyone (well the kids at least) went wild when Etan came out.  I mean we had one kid flash Etan.  That was my favorite moment.  After that incident, the other moms wanted me to flash Etan.  Yeah, that just was not going to happen.  I didn’t want to get us all kicked out of the game, so I kept my shirt down and in place.  Etan Thomas was amazing.  Turns out we have more things in common than I thought.  To have something in common with a NBA player that doesn’t involve basketball is really something.  It was great taking photos with someone who is 6 ’10 because being 4 ’10 he really is a tower, I’m just lucky enough to get to prove how tall he really is.

After we met Etan our group was privileged enough to sit in the Suites at the Ford Center.  That in itself was a treat.  It was definitely a great way to experience the game and definitely gave me a great first experience to this Thunder game.  I honestly didn’t watch much of the game.  I was up and down, chasing my Mini-Me around, chatting with other moms and taking everything in from the game.  I didn’t get to meet Rumble the mascot, but I’m hopeful I’ll be able to accomplish that.  I did, however, meet two of the cheerleaders for the team.  The game alone was definitely one of the best experiences I have had in awhile, aside from Motorcycle Man, and I’m thrilled I got to experience it all with a great group of Mom’s and their awesome kiddos!

How is it that you get to the floor, you ask?  Take the elevators!  Our entire group of 20 and the Thunder PR team were all able to fit into one of those elevators.  Hard to believe isn’t it?  Well maybe not so much.  They were extremely large elevators, probably the biggest ones I’ve ever been in.

A side joke.  Gatorade.  Not only is this an addiction of mine, but Pepsi holds a very special place in my heart.  They go above and beyond their jobs to accomplish tasks and for that I’ll be forever grateful for them and what they have done for my family and I.

Just a little shock with what we’re experiencing.  Gabbi nor I had ever had these experiences growing up in this group, it definitely was something that we couldn’t believe what was happening.  I don’t think either one of us can still believe we’ve experienced with MLH.

I didn’t know it at the time, but here’s a shot of Kevin Durant.  I wish I would’ve watched a game or two on TV before I saw this one live, but I didn’t.  Instead I saw them play live first instead of on TV.  I must say you don’t get the full experience on TV, but I’ve grown to really love our Oklahoma team!

Gabbi in panic mode and I’m thinking “Who is this guy?”  Yeah, I bet that’s what everyone would want to hear.  This Okie has no idea who Kevin Durant is.  Well people, I do now!  I even met him.

I love this photo!!  Kevin Durant and Zach.  It was adorable how Zach was shaking his hand and telling him who he was – too cute!!

I handed dear ole’ Kevin my hat and this is what I got.  I was sort of leaving that space open for Etan, but oh well.    My cousins can freak out later over my newly acquired signature, oh wait, they already have.  It is now hanging off my mirror in my room, along with my other Thunder hat.  You know, the other one I needed because I can’t wear this one to games anymore.

This would be the flasher.  Not to worry ya’ll, there is a reason for this he isn’t just doing it randomly.  Caleb had a plan, but since the plan didn’t work, the new plan was to get me to flash him.  Yeah, I’m sure that would’ve went over well.

Etan Thomas.  I wasn’t nervous, I did have my “list” of questions to ask him going in my head though.  I had already done my research on him before I met him.  I was curious about his connection to us.

Turns out, he not only had one of the greatest connections to us, but an even bigger and greater one to me.  I’m not sure if he was flattered at all the questions I had for him or not, but once he realized why I was asking him, then he lightened up and answered them.  I think he thought it was pretty cool at the things we had in common too, it wasn’t just me.  At least that’s what I’d like to hope for.

View of the floor from our seats.  Oh yes, we were close.  So very very close to our seats.  Well at least it was a great experience for all of us to have.

You can’t go to a Thunder game and not get your face painted.  It just simply doesn’t work that way.  Luckily for us adults, we had an even bigger reason to get our faces painted.  We got to act like kids again, actually we both were able to be kids again.

What Happens When?

Roomie went out of town for the evening.  It left me with a house all to myself.  I can say after almost a year of this, I’ve finally discovered exactly what to do with my time.  Since I had a little time before she left I loaded up on some yummy drinks and a good magazine.  My “What to do’s” are now filled with a bottle of  Raspberry Framboise and either working on something for a client or reading Southern Living.  Yes, I’d rather spend the night in laying low rather than hitting up a bar or club.  I’m not your typical college girl.  I gave up the bar scene a few months after I turned 21 and never looked back.

Yes, the clock says 5:20.  That may be early to some, but since it’s after noon, I think I’m in the clear.  Although, I can’t say if there was anything left in the bottle a hour later.  You’ll never find that evidence.  I had a great time relaxing in a quiet house.  There wasn’t any yelling to turn down Randy Travis and if I wanted to turn the TV up as loud as I wanted, I could.  I’m starting to fall in love with being home alone, I just hope I can kick Roomie out more often.  I’m starting to like my alone time.

A glass full of yummy goodness.  Now, if I were at one of the hang outs that I go with my friends to, this exact same glass would be $8.  However, I’m a smart College Girl.  I bought the entire bottle for $10. I’m going to have to start buying the huge bottle of the stuff, especially when this summer rolls around.  Then I’ll be sitting outside with the fire going, toasting marshmallows and drink Framboise.  Can’t wait.

Do YOU Flip?

A few months ago I purchased a Flip Ulta.  There was a lot of hype about them around Christmas, so I made the leap off into the unknown.  I must say it’s the easiest video recorder I’ve ever used, literally it’s point and click.  My 5 year old cousin uses it when he visits and loves that he can immediately see the video after he records it, but I think he loves seeing it on my computer when I pull it off.  His face lights up and he says “I did that?”.  My Flip comes in handy when I need it, but it’s also an extra piece of equipment that I have to lug around all day.

Love my Christmas present.  I’ve used it a lot more than I thought I would.  My very tech savvy mother even bought one, actually more than one, and loves using them as well.  It’s easy to go out and shoot something, edit and post.  It’s just that simple.

Who You Calling Clutz?

This week should be written in the books as one of the most accidental prone weeks I’ve had in a very long time.  I’ve lost some blood and torqued my knee once again.  It’s been a heckuva week to say the least.  I’m sure ya’ll read the story of the nice adventure I had with nearly slicing through my finger.  Now, for the story of how this clutz decided she needed to add just one more injury to the list for this week.  I’m working really hard to get myself back in shape.  With that said, I’m also not trying to kill myself with putting in all this hard work either.  I decided with all of this gorgeous weather Oklahoma is having that I’d go for a walk.  A walk that I set out on with no intentions of having to hobble back to the house.

You see, I’ve already had problems with this same knee before.  I participated in my alumni dance recital with a great group of girls last year.  It marked the 20th anniversary of the dance company that I danced with for forever, so it was a no brainer that I’d participate.  I actually left the company just before I had my Senior Solo on account of one of the worst injuries I’ve ever had.  Some of ya’ll may remember, but I did quite a bit of nerve and tendon damage with one silly fall.  A fall that ended my dancing career.  Everything I had worked for was toast and I never danced again, well until the alumni recital.  Now, last year I don’t recall exactly what I did, whether it was a leap across the stage or a pirouette, I torqued my knee.  There’s the background on my dancing injuries, now for the new.

Plain, short and simple.  I stepped off a curb the wrong way.  Yes, that’s right :: the damage this time involved a curb.  Laugh all you want, I can now.  Although, I’m hoping next week will be better.  I manage to somehow always injur myself when MM can’t come over and take care of me.  At least with him not coming to my rescue we all know that I can take care of myself.  I’m an adult after all.

Now to sit back and take it easy.  Break out the icy hot and all the ice my knee can stand.  I’m not a fan of being down for the count, so hopefully this recovery will go by quickly and I’ll be back to my normal self in no time.

Flashback Friday :: Camp Cavett 1999

I’m really starting to have Camp Cavett withdrawals.  I haven’t been in years, but starting in July that’s going to change.  Trouble & I are going down for the weekend.  I can’t wait to be down at camp again.  I spent 10 summers down on Lake Texoma with the best group of friends I could ever have.  We all had things that drew us together, things that no child should have to go through.  Although, you’d never know some of the things I knew unless I told you.  That’s just how normal we all looked.  These were the days of having crushes on camp counselors, taking as many rolls of film as possible, doing things your parents would not approve of and finding a way to live on the edge.  Oh yes, this was my camp experience; like so many other campers my age.

I also lost some of the best friends I could ever have too.  Being a child you never think about death, much less a friend your age dying.  You think you’re invincible.  You think Cancer, Heart Problems, Sickle Cell and Kidney Dialysis are all just words.  Words that don’t mean anything.  Words that only alter the way you do things, not things that are capable of taking life away.  My best friend died when I was 16.  How do you even begin to wrap your head around that?  Losing anyone is tough, but a best friend, it’s just hard.  I’ve found myself going back and thinking…I’m 25 now, Cassie would be 24.  It’s hard to imagine she’s been gone that long.  It’s hard to believe just how fast time does fly.