On to other things. Today was lazy. Kierstie was a bit grumpy, but then she got better and then I got grumpy, but we made it home and had some nice food and a beer or two and all settled down just fine. Started back into the Bates Motel series after a brief absence...killer show (pun intended). Other than that, I skated and it rained, not exactly a banner day. On the other hand, any day above ground is a success, if you think about it.
I remembered a little story when I was on the Skype with my parents. It was when we were in Cologne a while back and we were sitting at a beautiful Italian bistro patio, watching the world go by. A guy pulled up on the most incredible Ducati I've ever seen. It was really badass. All black and sleek, it looked more like a work of art than a motorcycle and it sounded amazing. Anyway, I was looking at the bike and commenting on it and I got blank stares from Christian, Cary and Kierstie...they are not motorcycle fans. Then I noticed it had one of those stupid tank bags on it. A huge affair that was higher than the handle bars and messed up the entire look of the bike. I was leaning over to Kierstie to tell her that the guy was a moron for taking a beautiful bike like that and ruining it with that ridiculous addition...then I saw why he had it there.
The little pooch popped his head out and peered around as if to say "Yeah, this is my bike and he's my chauffeur." His little goggles and helmet made me pee my pants, truly hysterical. Whoever you are Ducati man, I take back what I said, the bag is the perfect addition for your little co-pilot.
I've started a love affair with someone, but don't tell Kierstie. My new lady knows the way to my heart...through my stomach. It's the lovely Frau who works in the place where I buy the Frikadellan (again, probably spelled wrong) and for some reason, she just loves me. I went today and got another one and she saw me and recognized me and started rambling on in German. I told her I don't speak German and she smiled and laughed and rattled off even more German, then she ceremoniously handed my my sandwich, with the remoulade like I like it, and sent me on my way with a smile and more German. Later that day, Kierstie and I went back to get a cooked chicken and they were out but they had a half chicken so we got that. More German ramblings and heartfelt smiles, then she popped in an extra piece of chicken for free. She is very nice, or at least she appears to be. For all I know, she threw it in the bag saying "Choke on it, you English speaking bastard", but I doubt it. What can I say, I'm a charming guy...hehe.
That's all I have for today, but as per usual, I'll pop in a lesson that I came across today. Never has a saying been so true as "You hurt the ones you love". It's true because a person can only be truly hurt by someone they love. Others can offend, injure or just plain piss us off, but only loved ones can really hurt us. The lesson is simple...apologize. If you hurt someone you love, say you're sorry. There's no shame in it because if you've hurt someone you love, then obviously you love them. That means their feelings matter as much or more then your own. Or at least they should, if you truly love them. If you hurt someone you love and have no desire to apologize or explain or at least make amends, maybe it's time to rethink that particular relationship.
A little deep maybe, but hey, I'm the Marianas Trench over here. Well over a thousand page views on the blog now folks, with lots of hits from Russia and Azerbaijan for some reason. Messed up, no? Thanks for the support and tell your friends cause I like to see my numbers climb.
Sleep Tight.
Ian
By the way, if I remember right it should be frikadellen :-)))
ReplyDeleteYou guys are the new hit in Russia and Azerbaidjan, didn't you know?!!! LOL
Of course. My Russian comrades feel me.
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