…that when you have to study EVERYTHING becomes more important including something like washing the dishes (my house is never as clean as when an exam is around the corner) or even planning possible home improvements and thinking about bathroom light fixtures because just maybe you want to invest some money into fixing the place up a little more, because at this moment EVERYTHING is more important than that stupid exam. (In Germany you can write an exam 3 times, so thats right, you can fail it twice and still pass on the third time without having to retake the course. Of course if you fail the third time you are out for life, but it does take the pressure off the first time, and I am a person who needs pressure to work…)
Nice bathroom fixtures, but crazy family, Id rather have not so nice ones…
Despite loving the F 800, (and me pushing a whole lot), the German has decided Betty and Wilma are a good team, and for at least this summer will remain so.
But not before declaring that for a life of travel, particularly of the motorcycle nature, I will invest in wrinkle cream and keep my life of adventure. I am practically ready to run out the door here and not come back for at least 6 months. Exposure? Isn’t that what life is about? I take back all my whining about getting older earlier. The older you get the more life you have lived. And on that note I should study a little, but I admit to not being sad that in 30 mins I will have to stop to go on that test ride!
The thing is, he does not even know if he will even buy the bike, so really I should not be getting my hopes up, and in the end its not even my bike, but I cant help it (mother stop reading), there is nothing sexier than the German riding a motorcycle, and in particular an Enduro. Maybe because I fell for him while he was on a world trip, and Emma was an Enduro (when we borrowed his dads giant touring bike to go to the Ukraine it just did not have the same effect) but, even after 6 years of knowing him (I just found that one out today, BLAAAAA, but read gypsy princess if you want that depressing story. Of course only depressing if you fight against age, otherwise exciting????). Even if the rumor that motorcycle helmets cause hair loss for men, I dont care!
I have a test next week, one week and one day to be exact. But instead I am almost peeing myself in excitement at going for a test ride this afternoon.
Of course if the German is shopping around for a new bike, I wonder if that means I can shop around as well. Ignoring my outlet freak out in Istanbul (does it count if after you’ve come back the weather changed and you have not been able to wear any of the pretty summer dresses you bought with such glee? I think not! And this weather freakness can explain the joint problems. See old!) And after a friend sent me a link to buy Fendi online, and then I started checking out all the pretty clothes, and part of me is chanting “motorcycle trips motorcycle trips” another is rather insistingly screaming “pretty clothes pretty clothes!”.
Lets see which one wins. (Which really depends on how fast I can type in my card details before the German sees it and points on I just spent a weeks worth of travel on that cute polka dot outfit)….
I just got back from Taekwondo training, and for the first time in a long time my ankles made themselves well known to me. WELL KNOWN. Or at least my left one has. When I was 13 I had me feet operated on, (freaky me having an extra bone in my ankle joints, and being the mutant that am, they became wrapped in fibers that attached throughout my foot and then they pulled tight causing rather intense pain). Result: Ankle joints carved out. Sometimes I can go months without any pain, but whatever way I landed that last kick I want to go running for best joint supplements I can find. I want my mommy.
