Never Look Down the Barrel of a Loaded Gun

It’s no secret, Brady is fascinated with his boy junk. He would walk around all day with his hand down his pants if we let him. Taking this into consideration, it’s no surprise that the kid goes right for his goods when he gets stripped down for bath time. Last week was no different, he was sitting in the tub meticulously examining himself when all the sudden he started to pee. Due to the angle he was holding himself at the pee blasted right into his eye. He had a mortified expression on his face while droplets of urine trickled down his face. All I could do was laugh and point at him. (Yes, I was laughing and pointing at my child… I hope he doesn’t need therapy one day.) I guess there is more than one way to shoot your eye out.

***Props to Katrina for coming up with the clever title of this post while I was divulging this anecdote at the family dinner Sunday. Yeah, I’m a classy broad, I tell potty stories at the table, I’m sure my Dad is proud.***

...and the gremlin turns 3...

All Brady requested for his b-day was a motorcycle cake. No toys... just a "motorcycle cake!" When I picked him up from school today his teacher told me that she hoped there was a motorcycle cake waiting for him at home because that was all he was jabbering about all day. I did my best to be creative, I must say it turned out pretty darn cute.

Yep, that's my messy boy with shaggy hair:)

Brady has been a ginormous mama's boy lately. He is always wanting hugs and is convinced that a kiss from mom makes any owie better. I really should relish this era, before I know it all the magic will be lost in mommy's touch and he will be pretending like he doesn't know me.

It took Brady 3 tries to blow out the candle... I suppose that is fitting for the occasion.

The Turn of a Quarter of a Century

It’s true, this was bound to happen. I am a grown up after all. I am married, I have two kids, I have a full time job with benefits… and *gulp* I am now turning 25! The logical part of me recognizes that 25 isn’t old… but the illogical part of me is having an arduous time coping with the concept of being a quarter of a century. In honor of this seemingly trivial occasion I decided to compose a poem. As a disclaimer, please keep in mind that my poetry can be a bit off kilter, especially when I am the subject matter. I don’t expect the masses to understand or appreciate my poetic ramblings, I am just another misunderstood artist that uses words as my medium. Without further ado, I present my creation in all its random glory.

~My Only Constant~

I’m that kind of girl
That stops to smell the flowers
And glowers
The pungent aroma of fresh
Evokes thoughts of death

I like thinking thoughts
I savor these thoughts
I like to get alone with them
Let them ferment in my mind
Get drunk off of fantasy
Perhaps my thoughts are fiction
Would writing them down

Make them fact?

Thrusting myself

Cross a threshold
Falling into an awkward love
Of surface deceit
Entering a world
Where I am the star
The antithesis of me
Never alone in my love
Many lack the ability to admit
Certain truths

I once found myself
…only to lose myself again
In this life
Change is my only constant
I have mastered the art of
Playing a good stupid
While abiding with

The incessant reminder that
Life isn’t fair

July 5th track day. Racing 2 Save Lives

First off I'd like to thank all those that came out to the track to watch me and support me in something I feel very passionate about, racing motorcycles.

This was a special track day for me since a lot of my family came out to see what road racing is all about. They were able to witness the courage and amazing ability of so many riders out there on the track. I was lucky enough to be the person they came out to see. It makes me very happy that they all seemed to enjoy watching and were thrilled with what they all saw.

My lovely sister Jenn was there to capture the whole thing on film for me. This helps me in two ways; I love to see myself on the bike dragging my knee, and I can look at photos to help me realize what I need to do to improve.

I had so much fun out there on Saturday and rode more miles on the track than ever before. I wound up with 140 miles on my bike and about 10 on my buddies race bike. The only bad thing was I think I wound up with a slight case of Heat Stroke. I even drank 120 oz of water and 64 oz of Gatorade in the 7 hours I was out there and that apparently wasn't enough.

All this track practice is making me very fast and giving me a lot of confidence. I was able to wear my knee pucks completely out and will need another pair on my suit before the next track day.

Much to my dismay I will not be racing this year. This really makes Sheila happy. I thought I could race in Sept but the one I wanted to do is in August and I don't think I will be ready yet. So next April make some plans to watch me in my first Clubman race.

4th of July

Brady and G-Pa

Alex, Kristilynn, & Chris


Jenn & Alex

Katrina & Alex

Brady and Braxton

We had a BBQ with Tony's family on the 4th. As you can see, it was a lot of fun. I am sorry there are so many pics, but it's not my fault. I blame Jenn, she is an awesome photographer:)