Sacred Alone Time

I have waited practically all day to be alone. To have some 'me' time...peace. quiet. facebooking. ebaying. craptv watching.

And now I have it. And am bored.

Nothing on TV though I bet The Bachelor comes on very soon, but then I get too tired and fall asleep.

Frustrated with Ebay because it seems even my nice boutique-y stuff doesn't sell for what others get for theirs.

Nobody I want to talk to on FB.

And I'm actually tired. Too tired for laundry. Too tired to clean. Too tired to pick up. Too tired to actually get up from this kitchen table. Kids are in bed...Big Brother is in my bed because Daddy is out of town.

Oh and did I mention I'm a little lonely? Daddy gone. I don't mind him traveling, it's just that the nights get a wee bit spooky sometimes. So I'm glad Big Brother is in my bed. I know I can't let him do it all the time, but I act like it's a really big deal so nobody gets spoiled. I would let him sleep in our bed every time Daddy left, but he is the kind of kid who would NEVER go back to his own bed and that's not fair to him.

It's these times when I need to just go to bed. Not sure if I could sleep. Normally I'd be in my bed watching TV but Big Brother is asleep in there. I could read a magazine, but too tired.

Or the Bible. Too tired.

And so I ramble.

Thinking about putting house on the market to move to Asheville, NC. Any advice? Won't go if we can't get decent money for our house. But really want to go to the mtns. Miss the mtns. Normally I would get all locked up thinking about moving, but for some reason the thought of moving there doesn't do this to me. Maybe this is God's way of telling me this is the right time, the right move. We'll see. Will just keep on praying for what God's will is in our lives.

Wow--quite random tonight. Good thing there isn't anything sweet in the house. It would be gone. Even the cereal is calling my name....pitiful I know.

Biker Love....

And I don't mean motorcycles. Nothing against them, I am just talking about the cycling kind of bikes.

Clemsongirl posted about the traffic in Atlanta on her way home the other night and mentioned that some cyclists were on the road and she was frustrated and just wanted to get home and put on some comfy pjs! Many of you guys, my fellow bloggy friends, made some rather harsh comments about cyclists. My husband came across Clemsongirl's post and was floored by the comments. He was saying, "And several of your 'followers' were on there going off!" So, I ask, why the hate ladies? Where is the love?

Here is my love. This is my husband after a 120 miles bike race called the Triple Bypass--held each year in the mountains of Colorado. His Bike = His Sanity

My husband is an avid cyclist (to say the very least) and this Plaid family knows all about cycling rules, regulations, their rights to ride just like everyone else on the road, etc. He even has some plaid-ish type socks (ok, argyle) courtesy of his wife. Although I do understand that it can be frustrating when you come across cyclists on the road (or anything for that matter--children, dogs, runners, etc.) but somebody's life is worth more than the 15 seconds you are delayed in traffic.

Someone even commented that cyclists should stay on trails or get their own bike lanes. Well, trust me when I tell you this--cyclists wish they could have their own lanes. My husband, as well as his friends, all ride in the bike lanes when there are some there. But there aren't many there. I, for one, would feel SOOOOOOOO much better if there were more bike lanes. I know my husband is taking his life into his own hands when he rides, and I pray practically every time he goes out. (He rides like 4-5 times a week--20 to 30 miles each time.) But that would mean paying more taxes, and nobody wants to that. So, the states put into place laws that give cyclists the same right to the roads as a motorized vehicle.

Please think about this the next time you see a cyclist. This is probably someone's husband/wife, dad/mom, son/daughter, etc. It is my husband, riding off his stress from work, his family ( me! HA), etc, all the while getting exercise and staying healthy for his family and himself.

This is my son, future cyclist. He has had a 'big boy bicycle' since he turned 2. He also has a helmet. We are teaching him the rules of the road. Education means knowledge and power and we want the next generation to have it all! This is one way of doing that.

Please think about this the next time you see a cyclist. Give them a thumbs up and move over a little or slow down for a few minutes! It will make you feel better and them, too! Now I'm going to hug my cyclists--big and little! Why don't you do the same?