soldiergrrrl: (I have no clue what I'm doing...)
I got for Christmas. This one:



and I'm finally out and about on it a bit.  I'm nervous as hell, lemme tell you.  NERVOUS.  She's bigger than my last bike, and has a fair amount of power, but I love her.  (Her name's Rook, in case anyone wants to know.)

(God, this is sooooooo disjointed.)

I've taken the basic rider's course, and did pretty well.  Slow speed stuff makes me wibbly, but I'm getting better.  I took her to the gas station to fill up and got in and out okay, although it took me a lot longer than it should have to actually feel like I had enough room to make the turn, and the subsequent right hand turn to get home. 

Liam has been out riding with me, and we've got headsets, so he's been wonderful about keeping me focused and steady.  :-)

The only thing that makes me nervous is that he's a much better rider than I am and he's way more comfy on his bike.  See:  Much better rider.  :-)  He's apologized for seeming like a hard ass about getting me out and around, and if I feel like he's pushing me to go faster or on bigger roads than I feel ready for, I'm supposed to tell him. 

This is going to become my commuter bike, although that's a bit off in the future.  Getting to work is one thing, since traffic is pretty light at 0600, but 1630 is a whole different animal and the idea of stop and go on an overpass makes me want to barf. 

Headsets are charging, and we'll be heading out again after dinner to make the inner loop, and whatnot.  We'll see how it goes.
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And be aware that when I say pictures, I mean like 20 of them.  I'm not kidding when I say this entry will eat your brain bandwidth.

These are some of the photos showing the progress of my new armor kit.  It's going to be gorgeous and I can't wait for it to be done!
 



You have been warned... )

soldiergrrrl: (Loved I not honor more...)
I adore you, my heart and wish that I could go with you. No matter how hard this is, I know this life is the one you were born to lead, and that you would not be who you are, did you not move toward the sounds of battle. I would NEVER ask you to change who you are, for then, I could not love you so much. You are my knight, my protector, my best friend and, God willing, the man I will spend the rest of my life with.

To Lucasta, going to the Wars

TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase, 5
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As thou too shalt adore; 10
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
soldiergrrrl: (Gina Dog)


Dear GinaDog...

Tonight we had to say goodbye to you.  I hope you know how much we loved you and how much you'll be missed.  I believe all dogs go to heaven, and that you'll be there waiting for us, healthy and whole and happy.  We'll miss that pointy, cold nose telling us "it's the pet the Gina time now!" and we'll miss you dragging grass clippings in.

We love you, old sweet baby girl.
Love,
Mom, Step-Mom, Dad and Step-Dad.

Dear God,

Please take care of a medium-sized shepherd mix that showed up last night.  She's a sweet old lady.  Please tell her how much we love her and how much she'll be missed.  She'll understand you better.  Please tell her we didn't let her go because we didn't want her to be with us any more, but because we didn't want her to hurt anymore.  Please...just...tell her we love her and we miss her.  And and tell the saints that really, it's "pet the Gina time now."

Thanks.
Me


soldiergrrrl: (Moxie-red)
Dear Moxie and Moose,

I went out to get milk, not trek the Himalayas. I was gone for 15 minutes, not 15 years. Please get OFF MY ASS and let me move.

Love,
Mom

Dear Gina DogFace,

I know you're confused and can't see too well right now. I know you're struggling to relearn where everything is, and not being able to get out of the way of the Great Dane is hard on your old bones. I'm trying to keep y'all separated and keep him from bowling you over. You have been so sweet through all of this, including the enucleation. You'll learn where things are soon and you'll stop running into walls. You're the sweetest dog I've ever known, and if I've kept you here out of selfishness, I hope you'll forgive me. The vet promises me we're managing pain well, and you're still eating and drinking like a champ, so I think you'll still willing to be here on this earth.

I love you, dogface girl.
Step-mom

Dear God,

Please help me be the person my dogs think I am. Please help me know when it's time to let Gina go, and not let me keep her here because I'm selfish. Please give her a little guiding hand now and then so she quits running into the same wall.

Thanks,
Me.
soldiergrrrl: (Dontcha just love a woman in uniform?)

To absent comrades.

To Smitty and Nutt. To all of them.

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