One of my friends posted this on Myspace and I thought I would share it with you. I have great respect for all bikers and it's a shame that everyone doesn't.

Biker family!!
I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn't see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.

Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community .


If you don't repost this, It sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides. Have a great week my friends.

I'm not sure a day could be more Monday than today has been.

It started yesterday with the kids fighting with each other. That is a never ending battle and I want it to stop. I know from experience that it will not stop until they have moved out of my house and they don't see each other on a daily basis. This morning it was because the youngest made that she wasn't woken up early enough (there were tears involved here). I tried at 6:45, Jordyn tried at 7 & 7:20. The dogs got into a fight this morning over their food so Jordyn swatted them across their bums and yelled at them, which made Jenna (my youngest) come running across the house. Once in the living room, she stepped on a skateboard that was on the wood floor so it went rolling causing her to be sprawled across the floor on top of the skateboard. More tears. Then my son about blew a gasket when I asked him to humor his mother and take a sweatshirt with him to school. He ended up throwing a box of full of stuff to be taken to Goodwill and now there are shoes all over my dining room. My son has anger issues that he inherited from his father, such a lovely trait.

Speaking of the X, I had words with him yesterday, after one of my son's fits of rage. That time it was because I decided to get rid of the entertainment center. I had carpet installed in part of my living room yesterday and the entertainment center was unstable on the carpet, so I had the guys take it to the curb. I then put the tv, cable box and dvd player on top of the iguana's house. This house of the iguana's is more sturdy then my house! He is just conceived that the weight of the tv is going to cause it to break and come crashing down on his beloved pet and kill it. After I got my son in his room and calmed down a bit, I called his dad to tell him he had better deal with his son. I am tired of being the only one that acts like the parent. I told him that he has the kids he needs to spend time with them and to stop ditching them at his mom's or his brother's house. I went on to tell him that his cows and his friends should not be more important than his own children, it was at this point that he hung up on me. He called me back later (prolly thinking I needed time to cool off so I would stop yelling at him, but that didn't happen) and I gave it to him again. I really wish I hadn't of had children with someone so dysfunctional and mentally unstable. I love my kids and I do not regret anything about them other than my choice in who their father is. I work that much more to be a better parent for my kids. I try very hard to be a positive upbeat role model for them. I just hope they don't follow in his footsteps.

Basketball practice started today. I have 9 girls on the team. After the first practice about all I can say is -- those wall sits kicked my ass! My thighs are like rubber now, holy crap am I out of shape!

Sorry I've been MIA lately. Work has been busy. Last week was stressful, but it is finally over. The bar was steady over the weekend (there were no lap dances to be had this time. Did I tell you about that from last weekend?) and tips were alright. I'm working again this weekend, but the next weekend I have a work dinner in Lansing and then a group of us girls are going to a bar there & we will be riding the bull. That should be interesting and there will be pictures. Maybe I can re-inact my last horse riding experience!

My son's football team is 1-1. They won their first game 12-0, played the same school last week (2 teams for that school) and last in overtime 18-20. They played a hard game, but they could have easily won if they played hard the entire game. Apparently they don't work on defense all that much in practice. Seems like defense would be a good thing to practice to me. I will be the first to admit that I would NOT make a better coach for football, nor would I ever even attempt to coach it or to tell the coaches what to do. The practice more defense, that's just my opinion.

How sad is it that my freshman daughter gets more action than I do? She has a new boyfriend (as of yesterday to be exact). Before he asked her to "date" (she's not allowed to have an actual date until she has her driver's license) they were walking together after school and she thought he went to hug her so she went to give him a hug and he kissed her. She kissed him back until she realized he had Combos in his mouth. I love that I have such a good relationship with my daughter that she would tell me all this! Just to let ya'll know, I've had many many talks with my daughter and I know that she will not do anything more than kissing for quite a long time. She does tell me all the stuff the other girls in her class are doing. High school really hasn't changed all that much in the last 19 years. And the saying, like mother like daughter, it really rings true for some of them!

Well g'nite all. My old behind is tired tonight. I think I rediscovered some muscles I had forgetten about.

My youngest brought this home the other day. This is what it's all about.


Incase you can't read what it says: "What makes me feel important..." she wrote "My Mom" and then drew a picture of the two of us, me in apparently a blue catsuit with my hair in a ponytail and her in a pink catsuit with her hair in a ponytail.


"Three People I admire and why..." she wrote "dad, because he helps me" and drew a picture of him helping her up off the ground, "Mom, she is here for me" and drew a picture of her standing next to/behind me with someone standing in front of us, and "Sister, cause she is nice to me" and drew a picture of the two of them.


This one is my oldest's favorite. She got a big kick out of the bully kicking her shins.

I so want this week to be over. I work in insurance. My boss has 3 offices in 3 different cities in 3 different counties. He has told me that when he isn't available, on vacation or whatever, that I am in charge- I am the boss. Well I don't wanna be the boss! He is on vacation this week- again. By years end he will have taken 5 one week long vacations. Must be nice to be the owner. I run the busiest of the 3 locations and until recently I've done it all by myself. I now have someone that comes in 4 days a week to help me out- which I am greatful for. This week has been hell. Major hell. The gal that runs office #1 (mine is office #2) called in sick on monday. No biggie, but she never called me. She called office #1 and left a message on the voice mail. The gal that comes in to help her is new and doesn't really know what to do. So I had to send the gal that works with me there once she was done with her sick kid. Tuesday went pretty smooth. Wednesday the new gal was to be working in office #3 helping out. At about 3pm I find out that she never showed up. She called office #3 to let her know that her kid has strep and she won't be there, but again, no one called me. Yesterday the girl that works with me was scheduled to work at office #3 for the day and that day went smooth. Today. Today is hell. The gal that runs office #1 started her monthly and is in megga pain, so she called in. Then she went on a cigarette run (cuz they are oh so important!) and now her car won't start, I guess she was going to try to come in. Oh yeah, she didn't call me. The gal that works with me had to take her pregnant 17 year old to sign up for adult ed this morning (she's been too sick to go to school) and called to tell me she was going to be late. Then the new gal that's at office #1 called me with questions and told me that Heather was sick today and not coming in. So I called my helper gal and told her to go to office #1 when she was done signing up her kid.

See why I'm stressed! I can't wait for my boss to get back. I so want to tell him I want 2 weeks of vacation a year now instead of just 1 and that I get 1 mental health day for each week he is gone on vacation.

Tonight at the bar prolly won't be much better either. Basicly everyone asked for this weekend off but not everyone got it. So I'm worried that the ones that didn't get it will be pissy and complaining and that's not fun to work with. And the manager had to call in a gal that used to work there, well she stood around there and complained all the time, to work/stand this weekend. I'm supposed to bartend on Saturday too. I'm looking forward to that, which means I'll prolly get pulled to wait tables instead seeing how she is 1 short on the wait staff for Saturday.

I'm sorry, I'm usually a glass half full kind of gal and this post has been very negative. But it is helping me, being able to vent and all. Thanks!

The headache went away, guess I needed to eat. Funny how that works sometimes.

I had to, and I mean HAD TO, go get 2 new tires today. I put it off cuz I hate to sit in the waiting room at the tire place while they take longer than they tell me to change and rotate my tires. Today they told me an hour. It took about an hour 15. Not too bad. They almost broke my truck however in the process. One of the lugnuts was "frozen" in place and they thought the stud was going to break off in the process. But apparently it did not. I'm not sure who the shorty was that drove my truck from their garage bay to the front of the store, but I really think they could avoid moving the seat while they drive the truck a whole whopping 100 feet. His legs have to be about 20 inchs long! I know mine are long- 33 inch inseam- but really. Did he really need to move the seat forward about 12 inches? I couldn't even fold my legs up to get into my truck! But, boy- does she drive nice now! No more rattling and vibrations (although one could say the vibrations are a cheap thrill if you sit just right!)

Whomever decided to place an invisible vise around my head, kindly remove it. IT HURTS! Oh and while you're at it, stop jabbing spikes into my neck and shoulders, will ya?

Sometimes I feel like this tomato plant. I can grow and survive surrounded by hardness.

The other night we were working on the house, painting the floor (to seal the smells out) for the carpet can be installed. I asked my oldest to go get me the painting stuff, it is kept in the stairway to the basement on the shelves that are built in under the stairs to the upstairs. She opens the door, walks down a few steps and then starts screaming. The Blue Heeler (dog) comes running, cuz after all her Jordyn is in trouble! This is what was in my basement, it's been living there for a few weeks.

When I was having the hardwood floors installed in the dining room, the access panel to the bathtub was removed. My youngest brought this frog into the house to show her brother, well, it hopped out of her hand and down into the basement through the access space.

Kotta, the blue heeler-
started chasing the frog around the basement. She would touch it with her nose and it would jump away from her. She would chase it and paw at it when it would land and she would catch it in her mouth when it would jump. Apparently it tasted nasty cuz she kept spitting it out. It was really funny to watch! But she severly injured it in the process. The frog now has a nice little stone surrounded grave in my front yard.

Kotta 1/ Frog 0. R.I.P Frog!