This is an interesting and timely topic. As I daydream and fantasize about taking longer and longer trips on the motorcycle, I start to think of the time between saddle time. The time when I am not actually riding. Sometimes in my daydreams I’m camping, other times I’m in a hotel… but not a big chain hotel; a little bed and breakfast.
Either way, when I’m watching the scene play out, I am reading a book. I might be reading around a firepit or in a chair in the room or maybe just taking a break reading under a tree.
But what is the book I’m reading?
As ToadMama rightly points out, having just one best friend is a little weird. Perhaps when I was little and didn’t know very many people I would have said “Brett is my best friend” and meant it. But now-a-days, I know so many more people. I don’t like any one of them to the exclusion of the others.
That being said, there are a few that I do consider to be “among my very best friends”.
I tend to be very streaky. I will latch on to one thing and be totally dedicated to it for a while. Then, for whatever reason, it’ll pass and I’ll latch on to something else. For this reason, it’s hard for me to pick a “favorite” snack food.
But there is one thing. I believe it should be classified as a Schedule I drug. Something with no medical use and a high potential for abuse. I speak of:
The white cheddar Cheez-It.
Man oh man… I love cherry tomatoes. An as has been pounded into us, tomatoes are fruit. So it counts.
Here we have a cow. On one motorcycle ride a few years ago, me and 100 of my best friends went on a charity ride through rural Wisconsin.
As we were riding along, we came upon a guy running on the road side of a fence. That was weird. He was really haulin’! He was running with a purpose!
Considering it’s not even 8:00, I haven’t had a lot of time to make any blog-worthy actions. I did add a new saying to our whiteboard at home.
There’s this little bar I go to that has a big board up on one wall. Every day they have a different little saying there. They’re pretty funny. A couple of memorable ones are:
- A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory.
- Around here, “drink responsibly” means don’t spill.
It inspired me to do something similar at home.
Right now, I have caught whatever it is that is decimating our office. I work in an “open” office space. Less open than some but more than I’d like. What this means is that I sit in a cubicle that is roughly 6′ x 7′ with 4′ high “walls” and no door. This means that for germs to get to me, it’s a little like this.
That being the case, my dinner last night consisted of Zicam and Alka-Seltzer.
But I did have a nice dinner on February 5th.
It’s valentine’s day. I just don’t see any way this will turn out good for me if I post anyone else other than my wife.
Here’s a little story about this picture.
Boy… I’m starting to feel like a broken record with my vacation to Michigan. This year will be slightly different though. The part of the vacation I’m looking forward to is the journey.