Ok, so I’ve been biking.  I’m not very fast or whatever, but I like it.So today after work, I wasn’t feeling so hot so I went home and took a nap.  Woke up and felt much better so I decided to go for a ride.  There’s a park nearby that is a decent ride.  6.5 miles and its pretty shady and populated in the evenings so I feel pretty safe going solo.

Today, as I was unloading my bike off the rack on my car, a pickup with a few guys pulls in the lot and yells something at me along the lines of  “Hey I’ve got a friend for you” which made no sense to me whatsoever.   As I’m pumping up a low tire, he proceeds to turn around in a spot a few cars away and leaves the lot, yelling  “Pump it baby!” And I ignore him.  His car stops at the park driveway and he yells “You’ll have to pump it to 3000 psi to hold you!” (My tires are fine at the recommended 80psi) I promptly gave him the finger.  (Klassie, I know)

About a quarter through my ride, the trail runs alongside a sort of busy road for a short distance. As I’m riding along a guy in a car turns around in his seat while driving to stare at me, then lays on his horn. I start thinking, ” Do I have a hole in my pants? Did I forget an essential article of clothing?! WTF!?

And then I realize what it is…

I am a fat ass.

And people don’t like to see fat asses exercising.

I am sure that these guys are without flaw, because why else would they try to pass judgement on some random girl they see in their travels.

But you know what, I don’t give a fuck what they think.

Because they don’t know me and they don’t know what I can do.


New Year


First off, Happy New Year everyone!  I hope everyone had a fun and safe night celebrating.

I can’t say that I am sad to see the end of 2012.  It started out pretty good but ended up being pretty much the worst year ever.  I would like to say that I am determined to make 2013 a better year, but I really don’t think that it will take much for it to be better.  I am going to try to let go of all the things that brought me down and remove people from my life who do nothing but hurt me, no matter how hard.  I’ve wasted too much time on people who don’t give a damn about me and if the last few months have taught me nothing else, I have learned not to waste time on things that don’t matter.  Someone who can’t treat me right doesn’t deserve my friendship or attention. *end rant*

I will be heading up to Ft. Worth on Thursday for 3rd Coast Tribal, a belly dance festival(?) with some friends to take classes and drive around for an hour looking for somewhere to eat after midnight, only to end up at the pancake place ;).  It’s so much fun and I look forward to it every year.  The weekend after that is my 5k!  Holy crap it snuck up on me!  I know for sure that there is no way I will be running the whole thing, but I will do my best.  I am looking forward to crossing the finish line for sure.  I wish my dad could be there to take the picture of me finishing the race, like I had envisioned when I signed up 6 months ago, but things don’t go as planned.  I know that he is watching me from above and is proud of me just for doing it.  I find it a little bit ironic that I chose the American Heart Association as my charity, only to lose my dad to a heart attack. 

I wish the best for everyone who reads my posts and those who subscribe and stumble across this blog.  Tell your people that you love them and let the little crap go.  It’s not worth holding on to a grudge. 

Happy New Year friends.



So I know it has been a while since I’ve stopped by here, and I have good reason.  I lost my dad on 11/13/12 and I haven’t known what to say.

This came as a huge shock to all of us; he was fine, then all of the sudden he was gone.  I still reach for my phone to call or text him when I think of something he would laugh at or when I have some exciting news to share.  I remember the last time I saw him, he was lying on the floor in the living room letting his sweet dog, Ginger, lick his face and I said, “I’ll see you when I see you.” I wish it were something more profound, but it was exactly ‘him.’

My dad was awesome.  For those of you who knew him you understand that there is no better word to describe him than that.

He taught me so much about everything – he knew so much about everything.  He was the best trivia teammate because he always knew the most obscure facts.  He taught me how to drive a stick shift and laughed at me when, at a red light on an incline, I freaked out because we started rolling backward.

I learned how to be a good honest person from him.  He always set a good example for all of us kids.  He also knew how to make the best of life.  He had fun wherever he went.  I remember one night we went to the BBQ cookoff and we won an inflatable hammer.  After a few adult beverages we thought it would be a good idea to start bopping people on the head with the hammer.  Dad went up to a police officer and asked him if he minded if he hit him with the hammer (at least he asked!) and the officer said it was ok, just as long as it wasn’t a real hammer.  He even posed for a picture.  I love this picture, because you can see how hard my dad was laughing and it makes me happy.


In September of last year, we all drove up to Colorado for my younger sister’s wedding and to go to a festival in Telluride, CO called Blues and Brews.  We had a wonderful time at the festival seeing some really great bands and drinking some even better beers.  That’s another thing I got from him, an appreciation for well crafted beer.  Anyway, the wedding rolled around and I had never seen him so proud and happy.


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There was always a funny story to be shared, and there were so many that I have heard from people over the last few weeks that are new to me.  There was never a dull moment with Dad, that’s for sure.

He and my mom just celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary in September, and they went on the road to see their friend and favorite blues artist Mike Zito and his new band, the Royal Southern Brotherhood play a few shows… in Omaha and Kansas City.  They had the kind of marriage that I can only hope to someday have anything close to.  They took care of each other, fixed things when they got rough, and always remember that they love each other, no matter what.


I will miss Dad like you wouldn’t believe, hell, I already do.  But I keep reminding myself that I had the best possible 28 years that I could have had, because he was here.  I can count myself lucky to have had him for that long.  People from his childhood halfway across the country have shared their memories of him and their stories that make me think, “I could totally see him doing that!!”  Everyone who met him loved him, and those of us who could count him as a friend are among the luckiest in the world.  I know he is so proud of all of us kids and of my mom, and I hope I can continue to be a person that he would be proud of.


Dad, I love you and I miss you so much.  There will always be an empty spot in my heart but I can try to fill it with memories and pictures.

Cheers, save a beer for me on the other side.  WALSTIB ❤

Jailbreak 2012 Pics part 1


These pics were taken by my awesome dad along the end of the course.  The water on the big slide and in the mud pool was so cold! It wasn’t even 60 degrees outside by this time of day.

Jailbreak 2012


So I am sitting on a grassy hill on a beautiful sunny cold day near the finish line of the freaking race I just finished!!! I’m tired and wet and freezing and I am so happy! I managed to finish in 1:01! I started off running but as I am getting over laryngitis I walked most of it. The obstacles were fun! My favorites were the hay bales and the giant slide. I am so glad that I did this and I can’t wait to do another one!!!!!!!!!



It’s been so long!!!


Where have I been?!  I haven’t updated this in so long!

I had a blast at the Komen Walk for the Cure with my friends Andrea and Ashish and Andrea’s coworkers!  Our team exceeded our fundraising goal and we finished the walk in a 1:13.


I am looking forward to my Jailbreak run in a week and a half (?!) and I am almost confident that I will be able to finish it without dying.  I can’t wait!  I am hoping that some friends of family will be able to come down and support me, because that will make me work that much harder to impress people 😉


So my first 5k event is in 2 weeks.  It is a walk, but I think it will be good for me to see how much work I need to do before I try to run the distance.  I have one month until the Jailbreak.  I’m running in that on my own, and I am thinking that it would be fun to wear a goPro just to watch it later.  I’m kind of bummed that none of my friends have any interest in doing things like this with me, but maybe this will be a good way to meet new friends.  It would be nice to have someone to help keep pushing when it starts to get hard.

I’ve been really down lately.  All sorts of things are happening around me and I’m stuck.  Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for those who are having wonderful things happen and I am so proud of those who are taking time to fix themselves on their own, but I am feeling stagnant.