If you all haven't figured out where to meet,during the Sturgis Rally, I'd suggest the Drag Pipe Saloon. It's not in with all the crush, getting there is a nice ride, plenty of parking, some vendors, live music (as I've said, it's better than dead music), cold beer and decent food. Nice owners. If you want to know more, let me know.
Well, time has come to be totally me, in your face honest and to the point. Changed my profile, yep, completely honest. Been going through an attitude adjustment, of late. Must be the age of the "crone". There are people, on here, that I enjoy communicating with, you should know who you are without me naming names. Believe it or don't, half of you are men! For you women that ride, get out there and explore, I felt like a freak, while running the roads. I was the only woman riding solo, what's up with that?!! Met dozens and dozens of men, NONE of them had seen another lone woman rider. And, most importantly, all were enthusiastic about me and Babe taking a journey. I have been invited to England, Ireland, New Zealand, Australia, Germany, Italy, Canada and South Africa. Most of these folks were on BMWs and other metrics, just enjoying the beauty and diversity of this country. I was given tips on where to have a great day of twists and turns or a hearty meal to start or end my day. Loved the Samoa Cookhouse, outside of Eureka, CA. My mind had become stagnant, my emotions staid and my life damn near boring. There is no better way to clear out the crap in your life than a road trip. Take one.
Gold membership running out, leaving soon. thought I wish you all a great summer and a life filled with happiness. Yes, I will be seeing some of you, on this trip. Hey, Badman, about that one hill in Iowa...Still can't figure how to make my cd's fit into this Shuffle thing, size difference, so looks like I will be singing the National Anthem and Little Red Ridding Hood, by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, for at least 9,000 miles. Namaste.
Let's see, we have the fight blog, the Courthouse, now a Spa, Hmmmmm, I think we definitely need the BK Junior High School. Let's make it a Catholic one, I have plenty of rulers, so I get to smack the trouble makers in the back of the head.
This is a warning, I may be on a roadway near you, yes, you, this summer. After 36 years of daydreaming about it, I am completely unencumbered by the responsibilities of life. Yes, I have learned to pay my bills online. Notice, I did not say mastered. There is no garden, this year, irrigation will be minimal, the birds will have to find their own damn food and Louis will mow the lawn every week.
I will head south from Boise, traveling the Southern tier, towards Atlanta. Up the coast into VA , then to PA to finish my tat. Be there about 10 days. Going to Michigan, Hi Cruisin", Upper Pen and down into WI. See, I have avoided the Chicago area! Will eventually catch I-80 and run through Iowa and NE. From then I have no idea where I'll be heading.
Sooooo, if anyone has sofa space, or wants to meet and ride, that would be way cool. I may as well tell you men, I don't hook up for sex, so if that is the reason you would want to ride a spell, too bad. Besides, I'm a mediocre piece of tail and it just ain't worth your time. Any of you lady riders wanting to meet, great. Hell, I'm even heading to Dallas/Forth Worth. Is it hot there, or will it just be my hormones crying in pain?
I signed up, to BK gold, for one more month. If you're a fella too embarrassed to let other's know you would ride with a Hippie, not a Biker, you can e-mail me, I won't tell anybody. Leaving after Memorial Day weekend is finally over and 'The Happy Families' are out of my way. Namaste, MsH
A friend sent me a article about chronic loneliness. It's not a joke, she is a doctor. There were the symptoms listed and if you had them, well, you are suffering from this malady. I have a feeling that I am not alone in this. I bet there is a high percentage of people on these sites that suffer, also. Will anyone admit, probably not. I am blessed with a life filled with true friends, all spread out across the country. But I keep to myself, for weeks at a time. One of the symptoms is the "why bother' way of thinking. As in why bother going out, I'll just be by myself.How many times have you said this to yourself? After you have been to a gathering of people, say a rally or even just a one day event, do you feel out of sorts when you get home.Even depressed? Can you hardly wait to get to your computer to see if anyone has contacted you? Do you find reasons not to be with other people? I've done that. If a person seems interested in you, do you find a reason to leave the situation. I do it all the time. Chronic loneliness doesn't happen over night, it is a process by which we remove ourselves from living. Some reasons are heartbreak, lack of trust, disease that is affecting our lives, disabilities and even embarrassment at how our bodies change with age. Boy, can I relate to that one. The only thing this article reccommended was to seek out a therapist and antidrepressants. Hooey, I think I'll pass on watching "Lost" and go out for dinner, maybe a movie or the comedy club. Tomorrow, I'll take a nice walk down the Greenbelt. If I have a smile on my face, someone will start up a conversation. You just never know.For some reason too many of us are refusing to allow others into our lives. Is it fear of losing ourselves?
Someone is, once again, ruining another persons blog. Please take this garbage to the Forum section, we don't want it here. I'm beginning to think we have an underage member here, as in Junior high school level. Sheesh, this is soooo old and boring.
No matter how much we cherish our independence, our ability to handle whatever the universe gives us and the self confidence that we can make it work out for the better, am I the only one that sometimes just throws up their hands and says, "frack it, I just can't do this any more?" You know, sometimes I'd just like to walk into this house and have someone waiting to give me a welcome home hug and a panty melting kiss. Someone that would get a good laugh out of that big metal frog I nailed to the tree stump. Someone that wouldn't mind that my nose is all red and swollen and peeling from this nasty cold. Forgive the ramble, it's pneumonia induced daydreaming. Or is it?
I have a wonderful friend, he sees me in ways most men don't. He loves to send me tee shirts, size medium. You've gotta love a man that doesn't have a clue how women's sizing runs. Well, he sent ME a crop top, that's right a shirt with the lower half missing. In the thank you card, I'm sending, will be a picture of me in this top. One, I'm wearing a bra, the other I'm not. There are just some things a larger woman should not wear, and this shirt is one of them. Maybe I should sew on a ruffle, then my nips won't be hanging out the bottom.
The weeklong celebration of my birthday has come to a closeI know I have gained back the weight lost from using the dang walker for 5 weeks. Lots of flowers sent and too many cards, both snail mail and internet. Phone calls containing hugs and kisses and lots of "we miss you" sentiments. Even a few "get your butt back to PA, life sucks without you". Extra attention from my son and movies, movies, movies. That's the real reason I'm writing this ramble. LADIES, how long have you been hankering to see some male flesh? I mean totally buff, hot, sweaty, hunks o' men? Then beat feet to see "300". No, I really mean it. I know it's been pegged as a man's movie, war, bloodlust and savagery, but all those beautiful male bodies wearing nothing but leather jockstraps, bronze helmets and shin guards, carrying weapons of war, is...well...HOT. And, the movie is actually good. 80-90% computer generated backgrounds, incredible. Men will enjoy it, also. It's war with some thrown in.
Yesterday was my birthday, officially the beginning of a new year. I love being over 50, I'm in the stage of life known as the "I don't give a rat's arse what you think or who you are, and I'll say what I want to say, when I want to say it".
Here goes, no, I don't have a camera on my computer. You say you want to play with me, well, buddy, if I did have that camera, I'm sure I would get a big laugh watching you masterbate your life away. Second, please find any and all comments, written by me, stating that I am a biker. As I recall, all I have ever said was that I am an old hippie with a riding habit. Third, will you men please stop being so homophobic about another man looking at your profile? They're not interested in having you for breakfast, they just want to see your bike or borrow some lines to bag a couple of women for themselves.
Fourth and most important rambling: instead of being accepting of the negative,bigoted,mean spirited, prejudiced, self important few, stand up and put them back where they belong. I, for one am sick and tired of their inane and twisted way of thinking. I have noticed how politely some try to change the subject when one of these blogs appears. Why don't we all just ignore them entirely. No responses or comments. They have their flock of followers, allow them to enjoy their own company. They take great pride in annoying us and them trying to belittle and demean us. Just as water seeks it level, like follows like. And I'm not just talking men, here, straighten up gals, or you may find the only people you have to talk to are the ones that give you the most grief.
at last, but not least, will you all go out and get some sex, please! Condomns come in several sizes, regular, large, super and oh my god, that's gonna hurt. For those women, like me, that get their hormones and moisture from a tube, there are great products out there. I like the one from Kama Sutra. I not suggesting anyone become a slut, but face it, Mr. or Ms. Right for now can change your whole outlook on life. Put a smile on your face and a kick in your getalong.
Happy New Year!
Hope you check out the newest life promotion of a certain bath soap and body lotion company, Dove. They are allowing real women to show their beauty and be proud of who they are. The latest promo is not allowed on the telly, What!?! Guess it offends the models for Victoria's Secret. Now I already have a list of the males on this site, whom I am pretty sure, will think these women are disgusting and should be shut away from the eyes of the world. They're the same fellas that have subscriptions to VS, just for their personal love affair. This is a site for women who are secure within themselves, or, who want to teach their daughters self confidence and respect for individual beauty. Hope you look.
I know this must have been posted once before, but I feel it is worth a second look.
When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch. Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch. The same thing happens when I take time for myself, instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated, and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if this makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.
H=Hell of a Woman
My lesson, for today, was my lack of arguments in the relationship. I was told that men enjoy a good fight, once in awhile. Seems, no matter how he provoked, I just wouldn't go there. he's right, I just wander away and wait until the person calms down. Then we talk. My mother was a screamer and ranter, my Dad was a peacemaker. So my question is: do people want/need to argue to keep a relationship balanced?
I had fun taking your "freak" test. No one was more surprised than I, to see the final score. I have received so many responses since posting my score of 67. I also put up new pics of myself and my Babe, but I sincerely doubt they are the reason for this added attention. I feel compelled to to explain to all the men suddenly seeking me out, I am not, nor ever have been "a freak in bed". I will happily give out the name and number of an ex of mine and he will fill you in. There are only a few things in life that I take seriously, anymore, and sex isn't one of them. I find it to be more like comic relief for the soul. That means, that at times, I have been known to break into laughter, for no reason at all. This is something men find disturbing. So, please, realize this was just a silly test, a joke and I am still laughing at my score. As I said, there is little to take seriously in this life, so bust a gut laughing, it's good for the spirit. My favorite number is 88, if you know the reason, you are laughing your arse off!
I have tried three times to remove the blog, looking for room mate, no luck. Now I wish I had my place up and ready for all you riders. I'm suggesting that you check out, they have message boards and lodging sites available. You will find lots of info about most anything, quite helpful. As I have said before, this could be a great time for any BikerKiss folk to meet up and have a nice time. Namaste
I'll be heading out of Boise on the 5th of Aug. and pulling in to Spearfish the 6th, staying the week and maybe longer. Read a blog from a chickie looking to meet with some of the other ladies from this site. My buds and I generally head back to town around sundown or when the storms begin their nightly blow. Spearfish is a great place to party, big enough to get into trouble and small enough to always be able to find your bike. As the race for the Hills approaches, dates and times to meet up with folks, are usually logged onto rally sites, don't know if that happens here. Would be a good way to make contact, or not.