if I were to look back and re-read all the post before I would be a huge pile of tears and tissues.
well maybe not in so much physical form of those but I would certainly be crying like a baby.


its been a rather long time since I have posted and while at first I felt that was super strange I have come to realize that this is like me writing in my journal every time I need to express myself. so.. I am back here after a time, to take a moment to breath, reflect and of course share none of the wisdom I have learned.




what you came for wisdom, now I know you are either drinking or just found my blog by mistake.
its ok, everyone is welcome.


this will be my attempt in the future to update at least once a week if not more often, to keep a log of the 40 and beyond years of what I might experience as I continue to age since I have not found the fountain of youth yet. so


welcome and we sill see what we learn shall we.?

"Bad Day" ITs not just a song

Well... I decided today was the day to ride the bike. However knowing the weather as I do here, I decided to look last night and pull out the big old heafty bag that would protect my laptop and such if it should rain.

Started out walking the dog and no rain, hints of blue sky. Was ready. Got all bundled up, backpack on the back even told Tina to make coffee for me.
Should have known then that I would pay for that later.
I get on the bike and I pull out. Right on schedule… early if you will.. I left the house with Tina. Mind you it takes me another 10 minutes to heat the bike and such and Tina is by then half way to work. But again that is beside the point.

So I roll out, early feeling good. Visor up and feeling happy. Fresh air… and what a wet spot.. My nose... is wet... strange... must be mist...
I get down to the light. Now mind you this is only 500 meters if even that... ok... light changes and I turn, not more then 200 meter... I pull my visor down due to the chill in the air... suddenly… I am wet all over... the sky opened up and I became water logged.

I managed to go another 200 feet and pull into Target, under this little tiny tree that is just now growing leaves, I removed my back pack and put it in the big old hefty bag I had and proceeded to try and bungee it to the bike. At this point I realize if I put the backpack the wrong way, my coffee cup might empty into the bag and thus flood out my laptop. So I tilted it up and managed to get it closed… with my hair scrunchy. I realized at this point, they needed these huge hefty with the yellow and green makes blue seals... not this tiny little one that if your hands are wet there is no way its closing.

So... I managed to get all set and off on the bike. Talk about dump down rain.

Anyway.. I get to work, a little soaked on the outside but arrive in one piece. So I get off the bike and take a deep breath. Did the coffee leak? I look at the bag and it's covered in steam on the inside, so I figured I might have had a leak. Open it up pull out the backpack and then flipped the hefty bag upside down and nothing comes out. My nice orange/gold or what ever color starbucks mug was sealed tight not a drop of coffee was harmed or loss on this adventure.
So I am feeling funny and happy. I get fresh homemade coffee to take the rain chill out of my bones... talk about really feeling damp. I felt like I was soaked... but with my water proof pants and jacket, that is impossible of course...
Haha right..

So in the office, I proceed to remove the layer as the song on my ipod plays "Bad day" and I laugh, not so bad actually.
Then I remove my pants... wow... my ankles are soaked. Strange but I can accept that. Blue jeans day, ankles wet that is not bad. Mind you it looks like I was wading in the stream before work but… still not bad...
Then I look down... oh no. yep... I look like I peed in my pants. Oh dear... not good. (Not unless you stick your head right at front pockets you won't really see how wet it is, so that is the saving grace here.)

I smile pull my shirt down when I realize my neck is wet. I decide a trip to the rest room is in order... there I take inventory... yep my collar of my shirt is soaked. So instead of a dark blue it’s a navy collar.
My pants. Ankles are soaked and well yeah I look like I peed in my pants, but... on top of that. I have a lovely rather large, wet spot in the middle of my left butt cheek.

Now this is funny but what is even better, if I had peed in my pants this trail would have gone down, no this is way above any seams or such. This is on the left jean pocket and it's not hiding able. Yeah... my shirt is only so long, and this can not be hidden. So here I am looking at myself in the mirror. Examining my left back pocket trying to figure out how that got so wet and someone walks in.

'How do you tell someone you're looking at the wet spot on your jeans not checking yourself out in the mirror? 'Yeah that is what I thought as well.

So... here I come out of the bathroom embarrassed, and pulling my shirt as far down as I can to cover my wet spot on my bum.
Chuckling to myself I just know this is all ok. It's Friday and life is good.
So... I inform the boss that I will be hiding in the office till my pants are dry and he, of course, asks me why I wet my pants.. Figures...

So… here I am with my legs wide open trying to get them to try and who knows how I will get my left butt cheek dry. Perhaps the chair cushion will absorb all the water.

It's not a bad day, just one full of adventure before the first cup of coffee.

WARNING: really not a single drop of coffee was harmed or loss in this minor adventure.

Another Friday

Today ... is Friday..

yep.. doing the little dance all over again..

Been a good week, busy and fast which there are times I really like but there are other times, I am not so sure. Handy when I want the weekend to get here but not so much when I want to enjoy staying home with T and resting on the couch..

Beautiful weather will have us out and about I am most certain, finally the sun is shinning and its not raining. we will be enjoying that.


Happy Friday..

Finally Friday

Well again with soccer last night. Have to tell you that it’s a stressful job. Never have I played a sport that I felt so nervous about playing and being successful.. Mind you,. Everyone knows that I am a beginner but I am also a person that loves to get it right. So I tend to spend the first hour before the game warming up and getting all sweaty to play the game and barely break a sweat.

Got to love it.

Anyway, we did much better last night then the last few weeks. The first game we played, it was 9 to 0. They had 4 penalty kicks and I stopped only one of those. After talking to everyone, they said they have never done penalty kicks and that this was a first. Nice to know I am the guinea pig on this league.

Second game we lost 8-0 yeah. I am improving. I stopped one more then the week before and while I felt good about it, I discovered that I could not block on of my own team players accidentally kicking it in. yeah.. Could not stop that one.. So.. Technically it was only 7 to 0 but still..

The funny part about this all, is I have never had to deal with losing this bad before. And feeling the pressure is unreal. I know I am by far no professional at all and certainly am not getting paid to play but still I want to win..

Last night we ended in a tie. Yep 2 -2. can not beat that.. well we could.. had we not had the accidentally kick in our goal by our own team. Yep another point. Too funny. Should have only been 2-1 and we would have won, but no.. And yet again, another penalty shot.. Everyone just shook their head. Seems I bring this out in the refs. Go figure.

What is the big deal about the penalty shot? Well let me make it simple and easy..

You (goal keeper, goalie) goalkeeper must be on the goal line between the goalposts that is huge (ok its only 8-yard wide by 8-foot tall goal) and you must prevent this tiny ball, from going in. Now my wing span, is not that big. I am lucky if I am all of 4 feet wide when I hold out my arms, the goal… way bigger.. BTW goalkeepers are allowed to move side-to-side along the goal line, but not to move forward until the ball is struck.

The kicker gets the chance to kick the ball with no one else around to help him or the goal keeper out. Mind you, they are only 12 yards away from me. Let me tell you, they seem a lot closer.. just looming there.. waiting... to score.. grr...

The penalty-kick really is a no-lose situation. The keeper is not expected to make the save, so the pressure is on the shooter (the conversion rate of penalty kicks, at all levels of soccer, is 80-90%)Yeah that gives me a 10% chance of stopping it.

Have I ever said I hate the ODDS?

So.. I got my hand on the one penalty kick last night but not enough to stop it, thus resulting in a tie game. Only thing I can say is we didn’t get our rumps handed to us this time.

For that I want to thank all the men and women that got the ball out and gave me the breathing room I needed to stop the shots that I stopped.. Thank you all.

"what the heck???" Wednesday

Its been a damn morning so far..

Want the list????

1. Started the bike, and got dressed to realize the helmet is still in
the house..(how do I miss that?)

2. On the bike, half way here, see the temperature, 33 and impressed and
starting to get cold. (didn't put the inner lining back in the jacket
after the heat wave Friday)

3. Didn't have the right gloves and could not feel my fingers when I
first got here

4. My contact bugged me and I rubbed it. In that process lost it..

5. Went to the restroom to see if it was still in my eye. And dropped my
phone, it exploded into 5 pieces..

6. I threw a tantrum in the middle of the office, Cindy and Amanda have
never laughed do hard but in the process I threw my card key and it too
exploded.

7. Went back to my desk to put away the part of my phone and my jacket
falls off the hanger and explodes the hanger.

8. In the bathroom, I managed to wash my face and try to take deep
breaths, looking in my eye for the contact to no such success, and
realize I have water down the front of my shirt.

9. Found my contact in the middle of my floor and its nice and hard,
solution and lots of rubbing, its back in my eye..

10. The coffee on the third floor is two days old.

When one goes throught this, is this a sign that I should stop for the day?

Thoughtful Tuesday

Ok.. So i once more took time off and didn't blog. I do promise that i will try and be better at it.

As for my life, its been busy and a lot more fun then I thought possible.

What am i doing? Well I will tell you.

I decided that between softball, racquetball and cycling that i didn't have enough on my plate i was conned into learning another sport. So now i am playing soccer as well. Not that beginners soccer either.

I am playing goal keeper..

Don't ask..

Just know that when I got home the first night after playing, that it was all I could do to lift my hands above my head and actually scrub my own head. i think at some point I managed to get it cleaned and out of the shower. I found that it was easier to drop my head below my knees and dry it down there then it was to stand straight up and try to lift my heavier-then-lead arms above my head.

Needless to say that by the time I was in bed, my whole body betrayed me and I was just short of knocked out when T asked me to turn off the light out in the hall. How I managed to get up is one amazing feet but when I was trying to walk towards the bedroom door and ended up in the wall might have been my first clue that perhaps I was on the verge of exhausted. I do remember turning off the light and finding my way back to the bed. Feeling the wall the entire time to make sure I made it to the correct room and to the bed without stubbing toes or falling over or even face planting the wall again.

T's only comment was that I was out.. She tried to say good night and for her effort I think I managed the normal grunt.

The next day… I have to admit here I am normally slow about getting out of bed. Thinking of the good things in my life, my partner next to me, and such wonderful things.. However.. My thought was on the body parts that were not hurting..

Oh which ones.. Yeah. .. That is about how I felt about it. Think that maybe my face was the only thing that didn’t hurt. Legs didn’t either.. So I knew I was good there.

But my hands.. Yeah.. Lets talk about my hands.. Yeah they are my life. .my work tends to require hands.. I could move my left hand just fine, but seems my right hand, well it was on vacation. I have this nice sweet mouse that only requires the thumb to move.. Yeah well my thumb seemed to be hopped up on too much coffee or something. Every little effort to move the mouse let to it shooting across my screen. No matter how slow I tried to move it, it was not working. At one point I had to use my left hand to slow down the right thumb so I could at least work across the pages.. Not what I thought was fun.

So.. Yea… I learned a new sport and for my troubles I had two days where my hands felt like they were sand blasted.. No I don’t know what that would feel like but.. I can image..

I did recover and by my second game, I was ok. But I must admit. Slapping the ball.. Not so much fun…

Any soccer players out there, let me know..

Off to recover and prepare for another game, Thursday night.

Being a celebrity must suck!

Ok so I have not blogged in some time now, but I have been busy among other things. I know.. Excuses..

ok so I have been blog hopping, or at least that is what I call it. Reading other blogs and just moving on to the next.

came across one that made me stop and book mark it. yep. Then after reading it and putting two and two together I got four. I managed to figure out who the writer was.. Impressed even for myself..

so here is what I was thinking. Those people "dumb ones with cameras" how did they know they wanted to do that for a living? I mean did they go to a special school to learn the shoving and pushing skills from experts? Or did they fall into it cause when they were younger they had their lunch money stolen and didn't know how to deal with it? Yeah I just wonder..

course then I have these visions, of great things.. We know that celebrities can not fight back but what happens if a "non-celebrity" fought back. I don't mean fights and stuff but more like when someone famous is being stocked, have a non-related, non celebrity just an average Joe, run at the "dumb ones" I mean what would happen if you knocked them over or managed to screw up all their photos with pictures of yourself running like an idiot through each shot? What happens if you ran by with a large or even small mirror causing the photos to skew? hehe.. Yeah I have thought about it.

why is it so hard to believe that celebrities have different private lives then the rest of the world. Who cares that they have bundles more money then we do.. Honestly, bill gates doesn't get stocked.. Not that we would want that but still...
see my point?

all this stems from reading a blog and feeling pissed off for the person writing it.

Because things that were written were screwed up by others, just ramblings, much like mine where taken out of content and screwed up..

it pisses me off cause sometimes, good people get messed with and can do nothing about it.

There are good people out in the world, people that just want to say they are friends with someone, and then their are "dumb ones with cameras" that scare everyone.

so here is my voice, if I see someone famous, while I might be temporary stunned by their beauty or greatness, or both, I swear that I will run at the "dumb ones with cameras" and knock them over, or screw up their photos so that you my famous friend, can enjoy a moment in peace knowing all they are going home with is a picture of the back of my throat and a close up of my neck.

why? Cause there are good people out in the world that know nothing of what your life is like but your human, your female and your a lesbian and we have to stick together.

Fully recovered

Here is the stats about the trip. The official stats.

RIDER STATISTICS
We had 8,907 registered riders, of which 2,156 finished in one day!
The first group of one-day riders arrived at the finish line at 3:05 p.m.

Age:
46 riders are over 70
Oldest: 86
Oldest Male: 86
Oldest Female: 76
Youngest: 1
28 under 10

Times Ridden:
53% first timers (4707)
15% ridden 1 time (1306)
2 ridden 26 times, 1 25 times
21 ridden 20 times or more

Food Consumption at the Spanaway Food Stop
9,400 sandwiches
8,000 cookies
6,000 Clif bars
3,000 bagels
18,000 servings of fruit (bananas, grapes, plums, etc.)
900 gallons of Ultima Sports Drink


yeah you read right, 6000 Clif bars, wow.. We eat a lot don't we.
well, its done and over with, life is just now getting back to normal. Was finally back on the bike this past weekend and that felt good. Everyone keeps asking the same old question, will we do it again next year, the answer is... Don't know. Doubt it. I tend to do it every 2 years if I do do it. Not sure that will be in our game plan next year, but maybe after, in 2008 we might be re-thinking that idea. We shall just wait and see.

Post Ride

Well we completed the Seattle to Portland bike ride (STP).

206 miles..

14 hours and 3 minutes to complete this..

We complete this before the closing of the finish line.

We were up and moving around on Sat. morning at 3am, and on the bike and starting the ride at 5pm.

What you need to know about this small achievement.

Up to 8,999 other people spread out over 200 miles. In 2005, the riders as a group posted the following statistics. Please note that not all riders reported their plans so these statistics are not 100% accurate.

73% were male and 27% were female.

One-day riders: 21%; two-day riders: 79%


Total distance (miles) 206.25
Uphill distance (miles) 30.87
Uphill altitude (feet) 1,951
Maximum altitude (feet) 463


Yep we completed it.
Talk about being proud. this was something that i know for me, i will always remember.
together, after about 24 weeks of training, we achieved our goal. now all we have to do is figure out what to do with our free weekends!

Belated 4th

Well.. I hope everyone had a safe and fun 4th of July. We certainly did.
we decided on a movie, took the motorcycle out and on the way home were able to watch the fireworks from the bike. Now I can honestly say that was the best 4th ever. Something about having the person you love most in the world, wrapped around you. That is all I am saying.

well a week from today we will be getting our gear ready and a week from tomorrow our butts will be doing the STP. We will see if all the training has paided off.

will try and post some next week. Everyone have a great weekend and enjoy.

Growing up sucks sometimes...

Its been kind of a strange week so far and have not been so willing to share some of the things I have been feeling and dealing with.

After thinking about it this morning, I decided something that always helps me the most is writing down what is troubling, hurting me.

When I was in high school,(now I didn't know I was gay back then, nor do I think I even knew what that really meant.) I just knew that I had my high school best friend whom I hung out with all the time, and grandmom (in some ways she was my best friend as well.)

Don't know how it always came to pass that we took her with us or what, but some of the best and happiest memories I have of her, are the three of us, Tree, her and I going to Walmart. As she aged she was more hunched over then ever, but she would get a cart and I swear that she would walk up and down every isle in walmart. We always joked she was looking for a man, but she said no.

After doing this so many times with us, she started joking herself that she was going to find a old man for herself that had cute grandsons for us. Tree and I always just laughed. She would sit outside in the sun and let us hang with our friends. Sometimes she would join in, sometimes she was just there.

As she aged, her mind was always sharp. When you were in the dog house, she would call you by your full name. You knew then it was time to run. You could stand back a ways from her, and if she thought you had a smart mouth on you, she would reach out with her cane and hit you with it.

She loved sweet pickles and half sandwiches..

She would always wear flowery pleated dresses and sleeveless shirt with jackets over them.

One of my happiest memories, was seeing her watch me graduate. She and I got a picture together and I do believe that was one of the best ever taken of us together.

We gave each other so much trouble. Don't let her surprise you, she could give as good as she got. She never let me smart mouth her, always telling me to be a lady, and when I think she realized I was me,tomboy to the core, she let me be, but still tried to encourage some women traits for later.

She loved telling stories about when she was a kid, loved listening to the tiny radio at night, with the ear piece in, and me a room away, I could always tell you what the news was, since it was so loud.

As she aged, before I moved out, she had issues with her back, I would rub her down and I swear more then once she fell asleep on her feet.

House coats when she was indoors, always shooing away the dogs looking to get a nibble of her food.

Hard candy was a weakness for her.

I would remember summers in Florida where I would burn so bad, and her tender hands always putting lotion on me, warning me of the dangers of too much sun. I honestly miss that.

I moved out and on with my life. I would think of her but... I never wrote. A guilt I live with till this day.

Couple years ago, I went home for the first time in a long time. Already divorced, with Tina and living a now happy and stable life. I saw her and I felt my own heart break. The women that could hit you with a cane at any distance, the women who made me laugh, held me when someone broke my heart, or just let me draw as she watched, was so tiny, so fragile. I could only cry.

My folks told me she might not know who I was..
but.. She did. She said my name to everyone amazement.

She and I cried together. I, who have not prayed in a long time, said the Lords prayer with her, touched her face, kissed her forehead..

We ate pickles together (mind you I hate sweet pickles), we made a mess with the pringles.. But darn they were good.

Before I left, the day I left, I sat with her, told her I loved her. That I was happy, and I wanted her to be well and happy to. Again, I prayed with her, as she did with me every night when I spent summers with her, and every Sunday we went to church.
I cried, and told her I loved her and then told her it was ok to go... I remember praying that she would feel no pain, that her journey would be a sweet and beautiful trip, and that granddad be there waiting with open arms.

I left...

Less then two weeks later, grandmom passed in her sleep.

At the funeral, everyone talked about her life, her family and her.. The one thing that made this so difficult for me, maybe to this day, is that one of the family, said to me..
"You know.. She was just waiting to see you one more time."

(great.. Here I sit crying... At work.. Ugh... Tissues anyone?)

When I first started cycling... I would always feel a spirit along the ride.. Take that how you wish but like someone was with me, seeing and feeling the good, bad and the sweet nature of my rides.. I always said it was my grandmother... That I had never met, who died before I knew her..

Now.. When I cycle I feel more spirits with me. Whither its true or not, I don't care, but I believe and need to believe its both of these ladies with me. One that I never met and one, that in a large part of me, showed me how to be strong for myself, be a lady, and still achieve my goals I set before myself.

I wish she could see me do this in 15 days.. But.. Some how.. I think she will be with me..

I still hurt from my loss.. From my guilt that she was always there in high school. Best friend, parent, and sometimes task master.. And I don't know if I ever told her.. How much she meant to me. Sometimes ... I feel like saying I love you is never enough.

So for all those who read this, who know me, and have had me tell you I love you, I don't know how to tell you how much I really love you, and how thankful I am to have you in my life and in my heart.

Friday... Friday..Friday

Yep I am doing the little Friday dance..

Little toe tapping...

Little hip swinging..

ouch.. Think I pulled something. hehe.. No more dancing for me.

Well.. It is Friday, weekend packed full of fun stuff to make me more tired then this week already has. Would love to sleep in but.. We have a chance to do another training ride together and I for one and not turning that down.

Emily will be off at a sleep over tonight, and we are going to the game and then home to bed. Tomorrow we don't have to pick her up till 230 or so, so we have those hours in the morning and early afternoon to get a good ride in. If we leave by say 9am, we could have a good 5 hours to do a solid ride. Decided I wanted to do all the way around Lake Washington, and its just at 50 miles, am sure its a bit more leaving from home. I am thinking about 60 miles.. Shall see. Think we can do that in 5 hours. Normally we do 50 miles in three hours so thinking that 5 hours will give us some extra time.

Other then that, Pride weekend that we are not partaking in, and softball, should be a full weekend. Half my softball team (girls) will be at pride, so it was funny coming up with women to play on the team.

Your asking why we are not going to pride.. To be honest, too many people! That is one thing for sure.

The things I like about pride is that I can hold Tina in my arms and be just like very other couple watching the parade. I can kiss her and not hear the sudden intakes of breath, and I can hold hands with her and we look just like everyone else.

Now mind you, we don't really worry about doing all that stuff in public since I am not much in to PDA. We do hold hands, but I don't go out of my way to kiss her and make everyone around me uncomfortable. Nope just not me.

But Pride is so different. I love that it respects all ways of life. That is a huge thing for me. Still.. There are a lot of people.. Too many. Not much of a crowd groupie..
So.. Nice quiet afternoon playing softball, swimming in the pool and just being a bum will be my way of celebrating Pride this year!

hope everyone has a sunny and safe weekend!!!

Hump day

wish i could say my life has been so busy lately that i have not had time to post but... maybe a little of that is true but not all of it.

just trying to find the time and then of course.. you have the fact that i seem to be having a bear of a time getting access to blogger makes me less willing to want to post.

what has been going on you ask??

well the STP is 3 weeks away. scary and amazing all at once.
Tina has been doing a great deal of cycling on sundays but i have been doing all my other sports and some cycling. so i am getting my exercise but not bike time.
i worry every day that the STP get closer that i am going to fall behind but.. i think i am in good shape and i think scratch that.. i know i can do this.. i believe without doubt that i can do this..

weather has finally started to turn nice, and that helps us in the training and over all mood of riding.

i will try and at least post three times a week, monday wednesday and friday if i can get this thingy to work.

Thoughtful Tuesday

Yeah Yeah I know I missed a day. Sue me..

Been a really long week so far. Ha.. Ok maybe not. More like I am just tired from Sunday and its rolling over into the week. Playing is hard work. Cycled to softball Sunday morning, oh yeah that took me 57 mins. Means I lost 3 minutes from last time. it. Then three hours of softball, and then cycling home, 45 minutes.

Yeah.. Faster going home. Down hill!!!

Then yesterday was suppose to play softball again but the other team didn't show. So we did a little hitting practice and I did some running to work out the tired muscles.. Over all it was a good night but I stayed up to watch "the Closer" and by then I knew I was in trouble.

So I had a wonderful dream and it was almost too real... For a while..

It started out with meeting Lauren Jackson (WNBA) and getting to know her over dinner, which was strange. Then we were walking towards the elevator and I asked her if I could ask her a personal question, she said sure. "what does it feel like to be such a huge icon to people?" she looked at me and said, "what do you think?" now what kind of answer is that???

Anyway we get into her jeep, now.. Its really a long, stretched out Suburban and go for a ride. We see Key arena and I know where we are, then I look again and the arena is located.. Up on a hill, in Gothem city (like Batman!) I just shook my head cause I knew at that point it was a dream and only a dream..

We went back to her place.. Now I can see you getting excited.. Alone with Lauren Jackson, anyone would get excited.. Until we open the door and there in the middle of the living room are three other players, dressed in their PJs, with green face mask stuff on, eating pizza and watching an old movie. Talk about strange..

Let's just say I will not be able to look at them the same again when I see them all next week on the court. Was to funny.

Then Lauren, said we could be alone... And so we went to her room. It was like dating someone who still lived at home. Got to her room, and she sat me down, told me she liked me and then sat down next to me. Putting her leg on my lap asked me to rub her shin.
*Now for those of you who don't know, Lauren has been playing a long time with shin fractures and so they are limiting her playing time. There are pictures on the team page with her having bags of ice taped to her legs to help keep the swelling down. This.. Is my dream.. To rub Lauren Jackson shins.. I tell you, I really need to work on these dreams....

All in all it was funny. But I woke up tired and ready to go back to sleep. Told Tina that Lauren lived in Gothem City and she laughed. Yeah every Storm season (WNBA) I have dreams about LJ and they are always funny.

Have I met her in person, I can say yes to this, that is a story at well.

When your a season ticket holder you get to go to the fan signing night. Now I went about two years ago I guess, maybe three.. Yeah three cause they won the Championship that year. Lauren and some of her fellow Aussies did this very popular Aussie art magazine, called Black/White.

Yeah they are black and white photos of athletes naked. Nicely done photos. Anyway there was a huge stink and such about how the pictures should not have been taken and how it would effect the WNBA. Which it really didn't matter. I went through the trouble of ordering one of these magazines. They are not cheap.. US$40. They are however excellent photos of some of their top Aussie athletes that were in the Olympics. Very nice.

Anyway on with the story..

So I went to the signing and I took the magazine with me. In a plastic bag so no one would see it. (so.. I got in line with about 200 other lesbians, and found myself blushing at the idea I was going to have her sign this magazine.) Then I looked around, and every other person had the magazine and were showing it to those who didn't have it and such. I felt myself getting redder and redder. I could not believe how embarrassed I was feeling. Yet all these other ladies seems so uneffected about the fact they were going to ask her to sign it.

Finally got to her and opened it up and asked her to sign her favorite photo. She did.. I have LJ signature on her naval.. The truth is I was so red that I wanted to run and hide somewhere, anywhere. Honestly I don't think I even made eye contact with her. I was that embarrassed, but she was totally cool with it. So.. I have that magazine stuck away, cause every time I pull it out, I start blushing.

So ever since then, every year I have dreams about her, but as you can see. I just rub her shins and meet other players in my dreams.