Gypsy-ness

Um. I'm moving AGAIN. Yes, you read that right. Yes, I know I just moved two months ago, and then only a few months before that.

I think I'm genetically hardwired to move every three months. Seriously.
I did manage to pack all my belongings in one day though, which is pretty cool. I've come to the conclusion that speed moving/packing is better than drawn out. You don't have to worry about what to pack ahead of time - what you'll need, what you won't, etc. You just pack it all up, move it, unpack it. Done.

Updated review on Vancouver: *like* a thousand times *like. Every time I listen to it I love it more. And I'm listening to it a lot.

Watching a show about abandoned Beagles in Florida. People suck sometimes.
*snuggles the Revered One*

Ok. That's all I got for today. Time to watch the Habs beat Edmonton. Good times :)

Oh and in case I forget, Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours :)

Vancouver

The new album came out today.

In looking back, it seems that my life's soundtrack is Matthew Good's albums. Every turning point in my life can be described by one of his albums, or coincides with the release of a new one.

I, so far, love this album. I've only listened to it twice so far, though. So, I'll reserve final comment until I've listened to it about a hundred more times.

I remember the first time I heard White Light Rock n Roll Review and Avalance. I didn't like them. After listening to them about 30 times, they've joined the rest of his discography in the soundtrack of my life, and I love them.

so. There you have it. Review (not really) by me.

It's cold outside. I didn't walk the dogs tonight. I'm sure they'll forgive me, they didn't seem to really want to go outside either.

Whoa. Absentee Blogger

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's been...months.

Life happens, and when it happens, it happens all at once. The good, the bad, the fantastic. The last few months have been filled with wonderful things, and some not so wonderful things. But thankfully, mostly wonderful. But busy. Moved. Moved again. Seems sometimes, that's all I do. Doesn't leave much time for anything else, between the packing, moving, the unpacking. Sometimes, I feel like an Izzy without a home, even when I'm sitting at (my current, wherever that may be) home.

Skydived (skydove?) a lot this year, maybe not as much as I'd have liked, but still had a fantastic season. I'm still trying to figure out where I fit in in this crazy skydiving world, and where it fits in to me and my life. Couldn't imagine life without it though, which is weird, considering I spent the first 36 years of my life never even thinking it was something I would ever do.

Summer's come to an end, and as always, it makes me feel a little melancholy. I'm not a huge fan of winter. I hate the cold, don't mind the snow, unless I have to walk or drive in it, which, having to leave the house every day, I inevitably do. The skydiving season's coming to an end as well, which makes me wonder what I'm going to do with my weekends. Read, catch up on my 57,000 hours of PVRd TV, hang out with my doggie. It won't be all bad. In fact, I think it'll probably be pretty good.

Exciting month this month, for the nerd: Matt Good's new album comes out tomorrow, and the first of three volumes of Robert Jordan's new book comes out at the end of the month. I can't wait. I'm so curious to see how it turned out, I can barely stand it.

Maybe eventually, I'll get my life figured out. Or not. Maybe, figuring it out and not being able to is half the fun, and that's the point.

Tired tonight. I realize this post is all over the map, but I had a few minutes before bed and wanted to get some thoughts out there before I hit the sack, mainly to appease the few (2?) people who read this and have been giving me shit for not posting. *love you Mom!!*

final thought: I challenge you, any of you who read this: do something this winter. One thing you've always wanted to do, but have been afraid or whatever other excuse you can come up with. Don't let it go by without doing at least one new exciting frightening wonderful thing. And then, before you know it, spring will be here.

:)

Vegas BABY!!

That's right, I'm goin' to Vegas. Meeting my best friend Gina there, for three glorious days. We are going to BREAK Vegas.

Things I'm most looking forward to: (besides the obvious of seeing Gina again for the first time since last May)

The Coach Outlet. Seriously.
Dancing
Drinking in public (what. I'm easily amused)
the Grand Canyon

Staying at the Venetian, goin' all fancy for this trip. I hear it's so nice, we might not want to leave the hotel. Which is ok too..they deliver booze, right? LOL

Pictures to follow...those safe for the interwebs, anyway...

"I haven't agreed to do this next year though!!"

Once again, on a lovely Saturday morning, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed at an ungodly hour for a Saturday, and got on my bike. The morning of the MS 150 Bike Tour dawned bright and clear, and the weather promised to be nice and hot. I would find out later that it was almost too hot.

The ride was much longer than I'd remembered it, but it had been a while since my bike computer was working, so I hadn't logged the last few years. We rode 90km the first day, and 102km the second day.

By the end of the second day of riding, every year, I am generally miserable. My ass hurts, my shoulders hurt, my knees are aching. I forget why I do this, and make up my mind not to do it again this year. Then I get to the end, I see all the people waiting for me at the finish line, and I read the congratulatory messages from my friends, and I remember.

This year we had a special guest riding with us, a man who's raised over 3 million dollars for MS. He has MS himself. He got off the plane on Friday in a wheelchair. Saturday morning he got on a borrowed bike, and rode a third of the distance. It was one of the most inspiring things I have ever seen. If he can do it, why on earth can't I? What gives me the right to complain about a few aches and pains that are going to be gone in a day or two? So I grit my teeth, and pedal on.

I'm glad I keep doing this. I'm glad I'm able to do this; to ride for those who can't.

When we were finished, a couple of cyclists asked if Mom and I would like to ride with their team next year. I quickly answered "of course, we'd love to!" before even thinking about it. Then I thought, "wait a second...I haven't even agreed to do this next year!!". But who am I kidding. I'll be back next year. And I'll keep going back, until there's not a reason to go back, because we beat this thing.

Pictures on facebook. Click the post title to view them.

loves,
Me.

FOUR days left!!

I actually went for a training ride last night. Not nearly as bad as I thought. I might not actually die this weekend. Good times.

Supposed to be nice and warm, and sunny. All good by me. Hopefully there'll be a teeny breeze to kill the heat.