Biker Babe Returns

Now before you get excited...no, I don't own this..YET...
Spring has officially sprung, the robins are back, the geese are returning, and everywhere you look on a warm day, the hogs are out...vrrroooomm.
It's been nearly five years since I sold my beloved Yamaha Virago, and every spring I go through the grief again of letting go the past, and mourning the fact that I am no longer..."a biker." My husband, greatly alarmed at this burning desire I still carry to once again "ride off into the sunset," suggested lovingly that I might consider an alternative... He suggested we purchase a, oh, I can hardly utter the word! A MOPED!! Screaming along the streets at a hot 55km/hr. Tony feels I would be safer and far less likely to "meet my maker" as it were on one of these excuses for a bike. I beg to differ! Although, you have to admit for a moped, (a word cursed by bikers) it does have some of the low rider charm. The seat actually lifts up to reveal the lil mini gas tank, and a glove compartment for your dainties.. I dunno. Still feels like an insult or a slap in the face. Talk about downsizing! I say asking a former biker to consider a glorified scooter is like wanting a Starbucks caramel macchiato, but instead settling for a Tim Horton's decaf. Both are coffee, both are hot, but one will put a smile on your face where the other will leave you wanting more. Sure a moped will still be like riding a bike, and the chances of the occasional grasshopper smacking me between the eyes at those slow speeds are nil, but it's still a huge compromise. One I'm just not willing to make. It's like chocolate. Why would I settle for a Caramilk when I can have a Lindor? I think I'll hold out for someday in the distant future when I will have my bike, a real bike, not a bicycle! If I pass one of those lame mopeds on the road I'll just smile politely as I lean on the throttle and aim for the nearest mud puddle...:)

Wary Watchdog

As you've probably already concluded, our dog is a BIG, FAT, SPOILED BABY!! We can't help it, she's just so cute sometimes:) I think some of the time she thinks she rules the roost around here, but not quite! I couldn't resist posting this lil video of her waiting for Tony to come back. He had just left the apartment to start the car for work, and she will often pop in the window to see where he's gone. Zo-Zo the faithful watchdog, ever vigilant, never silent!

Icelandic Ontario

I don't know if you can see it as well as I'd hoped, but this pic is a tribute to our Ontario ice storms and their aftermath. School children province-wide cheered as even the salt trucks were unable to gain traction on our slick, ice glazed roads to clear a path for their school buses.

After 12 hours of freezing rain (rain that's half frozen) the entire world looks like something out of the Pre-Aslan era in The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe. Then the sun comes out and it's as if you are living in a glass menagerie. Frightful to walk the sidewalks I might add, but beautiful nonetheless! The best and most memorable moment to this picturesque icy wonderland was viewing our dog, from the comfort of our front window attempting to piddle on the hill! She kept sliding her bum around, confused as to why the pee just all ran downhill underneath her. Thank you Zoe for ruining the beauty of the moment by turning the frozen fantasy land into a river of yellow. Ewww!!! Word to the wise: Avoid yellow rivers at all costs...

Farting Preacher 5

Here He is again:) Enjoy!