The Bike Incident

I was talking to the husband about this the other day and it made me laugh so hard that I just had to tell it!

So, me and my family had just moved back in 1999 and a few days after we moved we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to explore.

The whole family sets off; me and my middle sister are on our bikes and my youngest sister is walking with mom and dad.

We haven’t walked terribly far–we get to this steep hill. I decided to ride down the hill really fast because I was an egotistical show-off.

So I let gravity take over; I stick my legs out letting the pedals spin out of control.

At the perfectly timed moment I began to brake and came to a graceful stop at the bottom of the hill.

My middle sister then began to follow suit. She poised her pink bike at the top of the hill. Pink, sparkly, streamers trembled in the breeze; her pink basket and ‘Hello Kitty’ horn were a spectacular symbol of her status.

She takes off, pink helmet askew atop crooked pigtails. Her bike picks up speed, the training wheels rattling.

She takes her feet off the pedals just like I did. We’re all watching her when suddenly things start happening in slow motion it would seem.

Right around the time she should start applying the brakes…she doesn’t. My parents are shouting from the top of the hill and I’m shouting from the bottom of the hill:

“BRAKE!!! Put on your BRAKES!!!”

Slowly, I watch as she speeds past me, legs stuck out to either side, mouth open in a shrill scream, pigtails streaming out behind her.

She zooms down the hill past me, across the road, then off the road and right into a phone pole.

She falls off her bike with a grown and lies wailing in the grass.

Now when things happen fast like that, I freeze and can only observe. Mom and dad run down the hill, my youngest sister is toddling after them and I’m just sitting there on my bike at the stop sign feeling like this is all my fault.

My sister ended up being okay just really embarrassed. But at least she learned a very valuable lesson about gravity!


Four Years Later

Six years ago, I was facebook chatting with a boy I’d known since I was ten years old. Little did I know that those random, late night conversations, states apart, were making me fall in love with him.

Six years ago we spent a whole weekend being thrown into each other’s company. We were just friends……who secretly really liked each other. We played Coldplay songs together and I sang them. He played me a song he’d made up and I had a feeling that it was the start of something big.

Six years ago, I realized I loved that boy and that there was no way in hell that he could love me back.

Six years ago I found out he did and that he wanted to date me.

Two years went by of him living an hour away from me. I worked and he went to school and we went to starbucks on the weekends to spend every last moment with each other. We went window shopping and out to lunch dates with each other. We shared music all through those two years and held each other’s hand every moment we could.

Two years went by of me crying every time he had to leave when the weekend was over.

Two years went by and we started to talk about getting married.

Two years went by and he asked me to be his bride.

Two years went by and at the end of it we got married!

Four years ago I said ‘I do.”

Four years ago we made our home in a dinky, little apartment. We worked three part-time jobs between the two of us and our special date nights were at McDonalds. I hated my job and he hated being in school still. He graduated and got a real job.

Four years have gone by.

Four beautiful and painful years of a crazy relationship. A relationship where we loved each other most of the time and hated each other some of the time. Lots of ups and lots of downs.

Four years of fighting hard for our relationship. We’ve both changed a lot, hurt a lot and laughed even more!

Four years of inside jokes and weird voices. Watching our tv shows and playing weird, made-up games.

Four years of growing into who I am and I couldn’t have done that without him.

We celebrated four years of marriage on August 6th! We were such babies when we got married I’m surprised we’ve survived on our own this long!

Four years later we have our own baby and we are loving being parents–most of the time!

I am a very lucky girl and I love you husband!



Struggles Of A Night Owl Who Loves Sleeping: Part 1

This post was inspired by a dear friend who was having a heart-to-heart with me over facebook messenger one night.

Things were wrapping up when I had to address a very important issue: namely the fact that I had taken something to make me sleep and two hours later it was kicking in and I couldn’t hold on much longer.

It’s really sad. I LOVE sleep. Nothing is more delicious than waking up in a dreamy haze to feel that the arm sticking out of the blankets is freezing cold; and then you slip that arm into the cozy depths of your bed nest and burrow back into its warmth and drift into your dreams again.

Nothing is better than cozy mornings as you lazily wake up.

That is until you have a kid that wakes up and you have to get him and there is no more sleep for you!!

I am a night owl by nature. But night owls and five month olds don’t mix. I thought I was cured of my sleeplessness when I had a baby! Waking up two times in the night left me falling asleep in five minutes. And then that baby started sleeping through the night at 3 months old and I was used to waking up in the night at least once!

So hear I am: a steadfast night owl to the end!

But when morning comes, this owl’s feathers get pretty ruffled.

So I’ve turned to the age old cure of melatonin to help me sleep.

But it’s so different! Waking up is like being dragged back from limbo. The dreams are intense, weird and strangely detailed. The being-woken-from-an-alternate-universe kind of dreams that leave you questioning reality for a minute or two when you wake up.

Not a pretty way to start the day!

But what’s a girl to do?