Broke

I am at the Break Espresso this morning after a week of bad luck. I have a lemon scone, a cup of joe, and I see the person that I am here to meet is logged onto my site. This week started out as the usual stressed out ”have to work“ week but by the end of Thursday's TNR ride at Woody Mountain it was obvious that I would be glad for a weekend, and a break. And I am!

The Thursday night ride started out with a buddy needing to patch his sidewall in his tire. But then the bad luck shifted. Already my Camel Back was broke so I had to ride with only one watter bottle. But then when I tried to help I took off my glasses and they fell on the ground. Next thing I know … CRUNCH. I had stepped on them.

Friday at lunch I was glad the weekend was almost at hand. I had received a pay check and was happy that finally I could get groceries after a week off fasting. I arrived at work and went to roll up my window. CRUNCH SMASH!

Ok, it was bad enough the my sister was in the hospital and my mom was all stressed out but now I had shattered my window. So Friday night after bitching to everyone I could find I finally settled down enough to rip apart my car door to see the damage. The SMASH wasn't a shatter after all, it was more like a spoingggg. The cables had came apart and exploded in a mess of wire giving a sound of crunching glass. The window was not shattered after all.

Good news right! Lol! Mom called me later at around 11 pm … she had fallen and broken her wrist. Was is even worse it that it was 110 degrees in Yuma yesterday and she couldn't get off the ground. If dad wasn't there …. whats next higher power, bring it on. Its summer and I have a kick ass mountain bike and I am going riding today. Cant get me down!