3 posts tagged “2007”

Who do you want to be caught under the mistletoe with this holiday season?
Submitted by An Ebony Epicurean.  

Kurt & Laurel - Engaged!!!

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In October of 2006, there was a get-together of widows from the young widow message board that I visited after Nick died.  I drove out to Chandler, AZ to attend even though when I got up that morning I really didn't want to go.  Of course, we ended up having a lot of fun and I made a bunch of new friends.

There was one particular guy there who I thought was quite handsome.  His name was Kurt.  I also mistakenly thought he was the boyfriend of one of the other widows plus he was from all the way out in Virginia, so I figured yay! another new friend and that's the end of it.  A small group of us went geocaching and had a hilarious story to tell from that.  Kurt and I chatted about work for a little while - I'm in construction and he's an architect - so we had that in common to talk about.

A few weeks after I got home, Kurt sent me an email because he had recommended my cross stitch shop to one of the widows on the board and he wanted to let me know he was hoping to send some business my way.  I emailed back to thank him and we started emailing back and forth every once in a while.

November rolled around and I was whining about having to go to my company's Christmas party by myself yet again.  He volunteered to fly out and go with me.  Normally, I would have probably been more cautious, but I figured there were going to be about 100 burly construction guys there, so if he tried anything untoward, they would take care of him.  :)  We had a great time at the party!!

There was another widow get-together in Fort Lauderdale in January of 2007, so we both went to that and had a great time.  Then I visited him in Virginia and he visited me in New Mexico and we've seen each other at least once a month since then.  Thank goodness for video chatting on the computer too!

We went to Kurt's company's Christmas party in December of 2007 at the beautiful Wintergreen Resort in Virginia.  We were getting ready to go over to where the party was and I was saying something.  I turned around to look at Kurt and he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him!  I was so surprised I started laughing!  :)  It was completely wonderful and romantic!  We're beginning a brand new chapter in our lives and I'm so lucky to have him!  I love you, Kurt!

In the vein of this post, I discovered two new (to me anyway) things while riding my bike yesterday:

1. You can't smell a dead squirrel in the road if you're in your car.

2. A stretchy v-neck shirt is not a good idea at 55mph on a motorcycle.  My apologies if you're one of the people I inadvertantly flashed!

Motorcycle problems are caused by the nut that connects the handlebars to the saddle.

Life may begin at 30, but it doesn't get real interesting until about 60 mph!

You start the game of life with a full pot o' luck and an empty pot of experience.  The object is to fill the pot of experience before you empty the pot of luck.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

Midnight bugs taste just as bad as noon time bugs.

Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need.

It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.

The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear view mirror.

Never be afraid to slow down.

Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.

Sometimes it takes a whole tankful of fuel before you can think straight.

Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you'll ride alone.

Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.

Never do less than forty miles before breakfast.

If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.

A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.

Respect the person who has seen the dark side of motorcycling and lived.

Young riders pick a destination and go.  Old riders pick a direction and go.

A good mechanic will let you watch without charging you for it.

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to stop for the night.

Always back your bike into the curb, and sit where you can see it.

Work to ride and ride to work.

Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.

Two-lane blacktop isn't a highway - it's an attitude.

When you look down the road, it seems to never end - but you better believe, it does!

Winter is Nature's way of telling you to polish.

Keep your bike in good repair - motorcycle boots are NOT comfortable for walking.

People are like motorcycles - each is customized a bit differently.

Sometimes, the best communication happens when you're on separate bikes.

Good coffee should be indistinguishable from 50 weight motor oil.

The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome.

The twisties - not the superslabs - separate the riders from the wanna-bes.

When you're riding lead, don't spit.

A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2 am to drive his pickup to the middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down. Without asking "What the hell were you doing?"

Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt @ 70 mph can double your vocabulary.

If you want to get somewhere before sundown, you can't stop at every tavern.

There's something ugly about a new bike on a trailer.

Don't lead the pack if you don't know where you're going.

Practice wrenching on your own bike.

Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't. Some can't.

Don't argue with an 18-wheeler.

Never be ashamed to unlearn an old habit.

A good long ride can clear your mind, restore your faith, and use up a lot of fuel.

If you can't get it going with bungee cords and electricians tape, it's serious.

If you ride like there's no tomorrow, there won't be.

Bikes parked out front, means good chicken-fried steak inside.

There are drunk riders.  There are old riders.  There are NO old, drunk riders.

Thin leather looks good in the bar, but it won't save your butt from "road rash" if you go down.

The best modifications cannot be seen from the outside.

Always replace the cheapest parts first.

You can forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze.

Patience is the ability to keep your motor idling.

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.  Or if you're my dog, out the sunroof!

Keep the paint up, and the rubber down!

There are two types of people in this world, people who ride motorcycles and people who wish they could ride motorcycles.

Never try to race an old geezer. He may have one more gear than you.

Gray-haired riders don't get that way from pure luck.