Skyline Drive

What an absolutely perfect weekend for riding! There's a joke or a bumper sticker that says something about you never see a motorcycle parked outside a therapist's office - it is so true. To get on that motorcycle and ride someplace like Skyline Drive is so incredible - the views are amazing, and all the twisties - you can't possibly be upset after an experience like that. For the past six weeks I've suffered from what I thought was a really bad allergy attack. Went to the doctor FINALLY on Friday and she said bronchitis and sinusitus. I felt so terrible. But Saturday morning I got on the bike, and within a few minutes I was feeling healthy again. (Of course, when I got off, I had to hit the bed, but still, it's worth it).
I don't know why therapists don't prescribe motorcycles for people who are depressed .... ;-)

Scumbags

This is just too funny; I have to share it. Yesterday I just got an instant message from a man who lives in Connecticut. I'm in Maryland, work in DC. He travels for his work, and wants to know if I want to 'have some fun' when he travels to DC, which I interpret to mean sex. I said no, I don't have sex with strangers, and if I was compelled to do so, I most certainly wouldn't do so with a married man - I strongly believe in karma. I figure, he lives in CT and wants to mess around in DC, there must be a wife somewhere. He says no, he isn't married, and he also believes in karma, and he doesn't mess with married women. The next i.m. says 'unless they're pretty' ... I wrote back 'I'm so glad you have standards' but obviously sarcasm is wasted on someone who would actually admit to being so shallow and so immoral.
So this morning I get another i.m. from him - should have blocked him, but since he isn't on my list, and I deleted the i.m., I don't think I can. He wants to know if I have any girlfriends I would set him up with. Uh, no, I don't do that to the people I care about.
I take it back, this isn't funny. It is sooooo sad. The guy doesn't have a clue. And I have to remember not to delete his next i.m. if he is stupid enough to write again, so I can BLOCK him this time. And I really need to figure out what it is about me that attracts all the scumbags and psychos.

The Absolute worst week

Last week my computer died. It was a long, slow death, with little pop-up need more memory messages every few minutes. sigh. Friday my phone was disconnected. When I called the phone company to find out why, they couldn't figure it out. Today is Tuesday, and it took them until 3 p.m. today to figure out what the heck was going on and get me service. sigh. I spent from 5 a.m. Saturday morning until 11 p.m. Saturday evening with 150 middle school kids at King's Dominion. Actually, that was the good part of the weekend, except that I didn't get to go on any of the rides with them.

Next week will be better.