either of two things one must have when moving here...a bicycle and/or motorcycle. i've been sitting in my living room and i can't count the number of bicycles that have rolled by. i think it's about ten (omg, i just saw another one)

the hispanics (because, they aren't all "mexicans") always ride bikes around here (even managing to carry laundry baskets), but it seems everyone here likes to take a spin on the ole two-wheeler.

motorcycles are big here also. i mean, think of daytona bike week. it's nothing to see bikes in yards (even in my little "complex") or several people riding them down the highways and by-ways. hell, down the road is a "pub" (if you will) called "rose garden pub" and there are often ten to fifteen motorcycles parked outside (by the way, it's for sale or rent if anyone is interested)

it's a simply beautiful day here. after having (lord help everyone) 40-50 degree daytime weather (which dipped one night into the low *swallow* 30's) the 70+ degrees today seems like springtime here.

bethany stopped by last night, chris had fallen asleep in her lap, and so she left him...lol...

maybe thirty minutes later, he shows up at my door, looking confused and out of sorts, asking what happened? where did she go?

he spends almost his whole day without her (while she works a full time job and goes to school and he works, uh yeah, maybe four or five hours a night), but she can't leave for an hour?

hmmmmmm...i'm recognizing a pattern.

basically, i have nothing to say. nothing of interest or depth, or anything. it was just a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighbor---would you be mine? could you be mine? (god bless mr. rogers)

i'm just "wasting time" the one thing i seem to do the best.

;-)