So apparently I am still a slackerass that hasn't been keeping up with my blog. And I can't even blame it on being too busy! Hopefully I am moving back to good ol' Raleighwood and getting out of Chapel Hell...now don't get me wrong, the people are swell but unless you are a college student or work for the school/hospital system, it's not an exciting place to live. Pleasant but not as "active" as Raleigh. So I ended up spending most of my time besides for work in Raleigh anyway. Just makes more sense (and cost less in gas) if I just moved back!

Once my living arrangements get settled, I hope to be able to pick the blogging back up with some substantial topics. We'll see!

Dumbass

So on my way home from my workout tonight (more on that in a later post), I was stopped at a light on Hwy 54 in Chapel Hill just minding my own business - it was like 10:30 at night after all! As I sat there, I realized some guy halfway leaning out of the passenger window of a little pickup in the lane to my left moaning (for lack of a better descriptive word) at me....my guess - drunk college student...so when he finally caught my attention he smiled and said hi to which I, being the polite person myself, said hi back and then continued to listen to the radio. Just as the light changed and I pulled off, I could hear this guy shouting something about "fat Oprah"...oh, if only that had happened 1 minute sooner!

So I dedicate this post to that, and any other equally moronic dumbasses of the world.

1) I prefer the term "curvaceous" as opposed to "fat". Yes, I may have some meat on my bones, but I am far from fat...plus I can work out and lose the weight while you, unfortunately, can't fix your stupidity.
2) I could be completely wrong, but I look nothing like Oprah...maybe more like a Margaret Cho?
3) I'm not black. In fact, I am a blend of Korean and German descent...how do you confuse the offspring of a short Asian woman and a blonde, blue-eyed tall man with Oprah? Really?

How much more ignorant can you get as a racist prick when you can't even get ethnicities right as you offend people? And you should take a long, hard look in the mirror (or at least sober up) before insulting others.

The youth (and future) of our nation doesn't appear very promising.

Dumbass...

back in the saddle again!

It's been a long, long time since I've blogged - no doubt! But I think it's about time to start back up...so strap yourself in and hold on tight - it's going to be one crazy ride (or so I think)!

Ride for Kids 2009

This past Sunday I volunteered for the Ride for Kids, benefiting the Pediatric Brain Tumor Foundation. The event was held at Jordan Lake in NC.

It was incredible - not only did I get to meet wonderful people and see gorgeous motorcycles, I also had the satisfaction of knowing that I participated in such a good cause. Some of the kids fighting for their lives were given the chance to ride on bikes or trikes in the hour (or so) ride around Chatham County.

And on top of it all, I even got to ride! Which was great! Definitely have to get me a motorcycle so I can ride on my own next year (I'll have to work on that one!)

But here are some pictures - hope you enjoy!

Another way to kill some time...

this link was forwarded to me by a friend, and I must say, it's actually kind of amusing...

Wikipedia names your band

midlife crisis?

I think I may be in the midst of a midlife crisis...after all, I am 32...does that count?

I've decided that I don't care what other people think (well, I've thought that for a while) and I'm going through a second childhood - I've been reconnecting with old friends and am having a good time hanging out with them...

ok, so maybe not a full-blown midlife crisis, but if I could afford a sportscar (haha), I'd probably get one...

maybe I've realized life is short and I want to enjoy as much of it while I can...who knows...maybe it's the alcohol talking...beats me...

maybe I think way too much...

Just in time for Valentine's...

A friend emailed me this, and while I know it's old news, it's still hilarious!


The following are entries to a contest by "The Washington Post," in which respondents had to write a two-line romantic poem ...except that the last line had to be unromantic--as unromantic as the first line was romantic.

1. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.

2. I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

3. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
This describes everything you are not.

4. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.

5. I thought that I could love no other,
That is, until I met your brother.

6. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets dead, the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.

7. I want to feel your sweet embrace,
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

8. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes.
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

9. My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

10. My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "Go to hell."

11. What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.