Oh Justin...

...how I heart thee. Really.

Justin Timberlake is the man of my dreams.  I just saw him on ESPN's NFL Countdown talking football.  And now he's rapping with Jimmy Fallon.  And as always, looking smoooooth...

If he can't be my luvah, can I at least spend one night with him at a club dancing the night away?  Just one?

...And Jimmy Fallon...he's the guy I'd want as my best friend.  

Just sayin'...

Grown up tastes...

I want to simplify my bar from this:

to this:

I'd rather spend $200 paying off this:

than buying this (not really, but kinda...):

Saturday nights feel happier with this: 

than this:

Oh yeah, and I found this:

OLD.

Armed and dangerous...

Last night, battling a bout of insomnia, I sat and watched tv in my living room.  About midnight, I heard someone walk up my front porch stairs (creaky old wooden stairs...unmistakable when someone's there, really...).  My front door has a fan window so you can see who's standing outside, but I had already turned the porch light off for the night.  My heart stopped, but the sounds went away and I reminded myself that I'm inside, behind a locked door, and whoever I heard is not. 

An hour later, I went to bed, turned off the lights, and nervously went under my covers.  I swore I heard things moving in my living room and kitchen.  I have wood floors with a crawl space underneath.  You have to really tip toe around my house not to be heard.  But still, I was paralyzed with fear.  I prayed "please don't let this be happening to me".  I gripped my phone, ready to call 911...and in the other hand had my pepper spray.  I couldn't breathe.  I thought of an escape plan.  I thought of how I'd fight back.  I even thought of what it would feel like to be shot.  I even wished I had one of these:

(No this is not a real gun.  Its an airgun.  My 9 year old nephew even has one.  But, I felt that if I had one of these at that moment, I'd feel safe.)

Its all insane...fear.  Paralyzing.  Debilitating.  

And for the first time, I felt that with all the freedoms of living alone, FEAR made it the one thing in my life I wish I could change. 

Back in the saddle...

Remember when my bike got stolen? 

Well its been almost a  year now, and I think I've finally started getting over the trauma! (hey, I'm a slow healer).  To prove it, I bought myself this:

Yes, its pretty much the exact same bike.  But upgraded just a bit.  And it actually has 2 tires now!  And, I got it for almost 1/2 the price of the original (so if it gets stolen again, I don't have to feel so sad).  Oh, but just in case, I also got these:

You can never be too careful.  

Lastly, I'm also on the brink of getting this: 

Yes, I do realize that makes TWO new bikes.  But one is for grocery shopping and the other is for off-roading.  :)  

Beware women and children and small pets...I'm back on the road!