You know, I’ve never really liked the feeling of grass on my legs. I just kind of deal with it so that I can do other stuff I like.
Another day in beautiful S’pore. A thing that I don’t really get: the acronyms for the country. Via plane, you fly into SIN. On t-shirts,...
Today I sat with my fahzhah in a S’pore Starbucks (Woodgrove) and I came to a realisation (with his help)....
Saw the most adorable little ~1 year-old girl at Sprouts today. Every time she saw me around the store, she said, “Hi hi hi!” and insistently waved at me, all while having this big goofy grin on her face. Needless to say, I had a smile plastered on my face for a while after that.
Nostalgic childhood flashback: when we’d get home from elementary school, one of the first things Dad had us do was empty our shoes of gravel and sand into the trash. Funny what memories pouring dirt out of your shoes can bring back.
Oh! How did I forget this? On my ride this morning, I nearly hit (was hit by?) a few Canadian geese in flight. You never realize exactly how big the bastards are until they’re three feet from you and collision is imminent.
I’m not too much of a morning person (I only believe in one 5 o’clock, and that’s the one where people start drinking), but I might have to start becoming more of one. Biking my Cherry Creek loop at 6am is absolutely gorgeous (not to mention nice and cool), and this morning I saw a herd of seven deer.
Plus, it gives a legitimate excuse for a nap later, instead of me just looking lazy.
I am in search of a (primarily road) biking partner!
1) Living in Colorado is a must. The commute to any of the surrounding states (or further) is too exhausting (for either of us).
2) Willing for trips to be over 20 miles (20 being an approximate average).
3) Knowledge of rad, awesome, wicked sweet, or other similarly described biking routes/trails/paths is a big plus, but not required.
4) Openness to shenanigans is a must. (Actually more of a requirement for being my friend in general, not specific to biking.)
5) Having a bike would help.
Interested parties may send applications via comments below, instant message, text message, messenger pigeon, messenger patronus, owl, psychic paper, airplane banners, billboards along my most common routes, or commercials aired on basic television. Please no mysterious packages left at my doorstep, especially ones that tick, beep, or rattle.
Serious inquiries only. (With the exception of Ryan Shea.)
It’s almost hard to believe that it’s been two years since the thing that nobody thinks will happen to them, happen to their community, to their city - happened. Sometimes it seems like a distant memory; a wisp of a nightmare, or a cruel joke played over and over in the back of your mind. And other times, it’s a sharp reality that makes you wake up in a panic in the middle of the night, with the same ball of empty, painful fear in your chest as if it just happened yesterday. But no matter how long it’s been, this is something that always sticks with you. Something you grow stronger from. Some things will never be the same, like how passing the theater always brings thoughts and memories of that terrible night. How twelve people are never coming back to their families and loves ones. How how countless other dozens of people were hurt and scarred, both physically and emotionally. And how I will never be able to wear purple without thinking of AJ.
AJ. You were a bright beacon of light in the life of everybody you touched. I can’t remember a day you weren’t smiling, a day you didn’t crack jokes, a day you didn’t make everybody else around you a little cheerier. And while you’re not here now, you still give us reason to smile and laugh; to gather and remember the beautiful life you had. Your abundant future was unjustly taken away from you, but that should just motivate the rest of us to live our lives in your footsteps - to the fullest, and to the happiest. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could have been in your spot so you’d still be here today, but that’s a wasted thought on history that can’t be changed. Instead, you will be someone to always remember. We live with you in our hearts, AJ, and we love you.