DeLarla

Holy cow! That's all I gotta say. We went to the mountains in Utah this weekend, elevation 11,000 feet. After riding in the blazing heat for 6 hours, then hiking up the hills and all over the resort with our luggage, all I could manage all night were a few raisins. I tried dinner at 9:00 p.m. but could hardly get down Soup. I need to move to high ground! I totally forgot what the band is all about, now I need a port really bad because that was the best restriction ever.

We left this morning before Sunrise and had to stop our bikes to let Bambi cross the road.... no lie. Next weekend - Choppers rally in Big Bear, California. Wanna come? Nope, haven't been to Sturgis yet but will probably go this year... we just can't confirm our plans till we find a house sitter? Are you available, ha ha? Thank you all for visiting!

Smoochy smooch & a reach around... the mountains do that to married people. I won't show you ALL the pics (hee hee.)

Did I mention the romance?

Danger danger... couldn't resist taking this of hubby while riding my bike blindfolded, but he's just as dumb for riding backwords to give me the thumbs-up.

And this is what we had to leave to come back to 118 degree Vegas Heat. Shameful. Brianhead Summit, 11,000 feet - still snow on the ground.

Chris calls this one "Drunk Girls."

Riding behind Lou & our peeps in Bryce.

Riding through Bryce Canyon from the back of the bike.

Saturday we went on a 150 mile poker run. I rode on back of hubby's bike so I could take pics. Here's his head in Bryce Canyon. Like I said, Heaven!

This one's from the Biker Games. Chris was too chicken to enter, but he says we'll enter next year cuz he knows his wife could win this one hands down.

Chris, Lou & the Bowman brothers on one of our picnics.

I couldn't resist taking a pic of this chick's pink bike!

Darren & Tina - we all took the chair lift to the top of Brianhead with some beers, carbonation and all!

A couple of pack mules right as we were leaving Vegas Friday morn.

Just woke up from trip to Brianhead, UT for Thunder on the Mountain (bike rally.) Still cross-eyed, sunburned & deaf from the 90 mph ride home in the blazing sun, but wanted to share some pics of Heaven on Earth. One word to describe the entire trip - Heaven. Or Wow! These are our best pals, Darren & Tina at an overlook on Brianhead Mountain.

I finished my bottle, but I'm too beat up to feel good after my crazy weekend. I guess you gotta drink the Xango ALONG with a healthy lifestyle? And here I thought it was my miracle!

Now that I'm old(er) I can laugh at this stuff, but my life as a child was somewhere between Carrie and Cybil as far as mental abuse and living like a freak. The momster's mental health got worse with each passing year, till I came home one day to find all the windows painted army green. She was afraid "they" were looking inside, so she got her house paint and roller out and permanently closed our house off to any light. She scratched a peep hole in one window, which was covered with tape and a little paper flap. That was the only light inside. Today, I hate dark rooms. Let the sunshine in. Or should I say, LET THE F-ING SUN SHINE IN! Don't take sunshine for granted!

Once again, I had it bad, but there's always someone who had it worse. My momster beat me with a hose on a rare occasion, but most of my abuse was mental. Unfortunately, where she left off, teachers, neighbors and school kids took over. If you come from an abused home, you become a target to society. As an adult, the most ignorant thing I've ever heard from parents is, "children can be so cruel." BS, that's learned behavior. When teachers and parents allow bullying to continue, they may as well jump in on the torture treatment.

Terri, I think it sounds amazing! Congrads on being MO. I'm MO, he's MO, she's MO, and now you are MO! Glad that you are out of that danger-danger-danger zone!

Last night my husband mentioned the forbidden words - ice cream. Yes, the stuff can go bad even when it's brand new. The stuff probably melted and refroze a couple times before it hit the shelves. It was grainy and disgusting. Boo hoo, I didn't finish the entire 3 pints. Dogs don't mind tho.

LAUGHING AND POINTING! I was in the same boat as you before I PB'd. I just didn't feel like part of the club. Don't you miss being a loner now?

Hey everyone, I would kill anyone that hurt a cat, but read the whole thing before you think it's mean (the author cracks me up.) Instructions on how to clean your toilet 1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the Water in the bowl. 2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. 3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids.. 4. The cat will self agitate. You may need to stand on the lid. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this. 5. Flush the toilet three or four times.This provides a "power-wash" and rinse". 6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door. 7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can,and quickly lift both lids. 8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off. 9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean. Sincerely, The Dog

My precious Travis (Hungarian hunting dog) got sick with leukemia, but the vet said he could live happy and healthy for quite a while with treatment. I came home to find a "healer" waving her hands over Travis, then I got beaten because the magic stones were missing out of his Water bowl. The healer provided "healing crystals" which I later found in the yard. The Momster laughed when she realized she tossed the crystals into the yard when she emptied his water. She had to put Travis to sleep because she never followed through with the vet because she believes in magic. She put up extra locks to keep out vampires after reading that vampires were killing livestock (she believes anything in the Enquirer.) Babs, I think your dad wins for the meanest. I met my asshole I mean dad when I was 17. He abandoned us (me, bro & sis) when I was 2 months old. When I met him, he had a whole new family. He told me, "I already screwed up one set of kids so I have to try extra hard to give my new kids everything they want." He actually thinks that makes me feel good, as if he's done something right. Pig.

I even finish the last bites on other plates. My friend, Darren, ate a cheeseburger Sunday (I had already eaten) and he left the best, most cheesiest corner of the burger on his plate cause he was too full. WHAT? So I ate it. No pride. But come on, it was that one bite with double cheese dripping over the side as if all the cheese in the world ended up on that corner of the burger.