Biker Bitches from Hell…

Isn’t that a real movie title?

Chesty and I will be heading to Houston tomorrow morning. We’ll meet up with Baby Mama in the afternoon to pick up our race packets and then head to dinner with my friend SJ (not Sarah Jessica…in case you were wondering…LOL).  SJ is my pal that met a boy, had a baby, got married, and moved to Houston…all in a year’s time. I miss her so much, but I’m happy for her…she’s adjusted well to her new life.

So…back to the ride. 22 miles and the weather is supposed to be nasty. I’ve finally realized that I can push my body to do crazy fitness events if a charity is involved. The Space Race benefits the Ronald McDonald House. I think it’s about time that my contribution came from another source other than the occasional McSplurge Meal. Keep the Tri-Divas in your thoughts on Sunday. 🙂

For the Dave Chapelle Fans:

I knew it wouldn’t be long before the line ended up on merchandise. Get yours here.

Things are still chaotic at work. Two notable travel publications have both announced the buyout. Yet my company insists on deny, deny, deny. The veterans are worried that they’ll lose their seniority (I work with A LOT of people that have 10+ years). Meanwhile, pissy newbies like myself are wondering if the purchasing company will reinstate our old status. LOL We’re a hateful bunch.

The Little Prince spent the night on Wednesday. He’s so adorable. During the errand run, he pointed out a car that didn’t have a “lid” (convertible). While waiting for Braxton to get his latest round of puppy shots, a woman and her Siberian Husky walk out of an examination room. LP informs me (and the rest of the waiting area) that the woman has a wolf. LOL The kicker is that he said it in that “She should know better” tone that only a 4 year old can master.

Hope everyone has a great weekend…

-C