Well, this is my very first post. I don't really know what I am doing, but I'm going to do it, say it and post it. I have totally enjoyed reading other blogs, it's weird, but I feel like I am getting to know everyone that I am reading about, like my wonderful web designer Sara, I read Sara's blog and felt a connection. Don't know how, or why, I just do. Daily I would come back to her blog looking for her latest post. When she is away for a couple of days and not posting, I would hope that everything was okay. Then there is little Stellan I read about on a friends blog, and I go back daily hoping and praying that he is out of the hospital and doing well, but find out that he has been transferred to another hospital. So I find myself wondering how is it that we feel this connection with people that we have never even spoken a word to, not even know what they sound like. It's just weird to me.
On to other events that I have just recently participated in and the actual purpose of my post, my very, very first post, is the MS150. A totally wonderful experience. I actually rode two different years, the first I rode as far as LaGrange and the second time I FINISHED. It was totally an experience I will never feel again. I meand really, if you knew me, you would be impressed. I am more the creative type, not the physical type. I really admire people who can get out there and exert all the energy that it takes to ride 186 miles in the heat, with wind gusting so hard that when you peddle you go no where, or when your coming up to a hill and it looks like a mountain. I think those people ROCK! Then you have my type, the type who loves to help out, volunteer (and you know, that ride wouldn't happen without volunteers!) I can't tell you how satisfying it is to help, if your my type you understand. When the riders come up and tell you how much they appreciate it and you tell them thanks for riding for such a good cause, you just know your doing the right thing. Then you see a friend, and with her is someone who used to be a good friend and tell them how hard you have been working, because being a friend you know they know your type, and the someone who used to be a good friend looks at their little heart monitor on their arm and with a go to hades look on their face makes you feel like your not doing anything because face it, they just rode 70 something miles. I'm telling you right now, that because I have been on both sides of the fence as a rider and as a volunteer, I couldn't tell you which was more exhausting. I guess the riders will think theirs is and the volunteers will think their jobs are, but when your standing, bending, walking, picking up trash, picking up 40 pound bags of ice, slicing over a 1,000 oranges, refilling ice chest with jugs of water, and totally on your feet from 7:00 to 6:00 with just you and a few friends taking care of literally thousands of riders, well I think I'm leaning towards the volunteers. What I am trying to say, is that it is amazing how the look on one person's face can make you feel. I would of made a snide remark to her, but she's just not worth it. I found as I get older, and I do mean older. I just don't have time in my life for negative people. I just don't. I love my family, my lord, my friends and people who I read their blogs. I can offer words of advice, but you don't have to follow it ;o) but I promise you, I would never look at you like your job, whatever it might be, is useless.
If I can figure out how to post a few pictures, they will be below this post. If not, I'm sorry, I'm just a newbie at this. Have a blessed day and please come back and visit. ;o)
Wow, I did it. Okay, the top picture is my son Dylan slicing oranges, he's going to kill me when he sees that I posted the one with him in an apron. ;o) In the next picture is my son Dylan, me, my good friend Pam and her LOVELY daughter Ashley. Pam loves to volunteer at this event and has done so with me for several years. Isn't Ashley beautiful, she is a beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. I love that girl, I have know Ashley for about 20 somethng years, she was just around 5 when I meet her.
Here's my friend Denetta and her husband Paul. She looks happy doesn't she. I think it was because she found me. hehe
Here I am with Chris (from the Netherlands, impressive isn't it) Kim, Shelly, myself (we work for Seyfarth) and Arno (a client). Chris is Arno's brother, they both rode for Team Seyfarth.
Okay, that's all for tonight. I think I did rather well for my first post, don't you? ;o)
