I almost forgot....

Guys.

I had my annual accident.

It happened in April when I was on my weekly bike ride with 12-ish people (bike gang).

Not embarrassing at all.

It happened when I decided to ride Nate's fixed gear.

Good friend. Bad bike.

I love fixed gears but I am no longer allowed to ride them.

Such a crazy night.

I was really mad at everyone that they would not let me boss them around.

I just wanted to do my homework in the emergency waiting room. Cannot waste one moment of time.

Someone needs a reality check. Me.

Also.

The head bleeds...a lot.

I tried to play it off like I was fine and could ride home, but the blood gave it all away.

What a ruiner.

No thanks to the new girl in the group that upon seeing me exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! There is blood everywhere."

I vetoed her out of ever being my friend at that moment.

I believe I leaned to my friend and said, "You cannot date her."

Thank you to extra Nate for rescuing me at a moment's notice, and driving me to my brother's house. I tried really hard not to get blood on the Subaru Brat. The cruck (a car-truck-aka the brat) is priceless.

Thank you so much to Nate, Scott, and Dani for getting me to the emergency room and then waiting for me to get my head stapled....in the middle of the night.

I sent some rather nasty (or just hilarious) texts to all of you until I got some crackers and a pain pill.

True friends right there that can handle me in crisis.

Thank you for taking care of me the days that followed as well.

To Steve, great friend and best energy worker around, from saving my brain from disaster and healing me faster than modern medicine ever could. Pretty amazing you knew something was wrong instantly and contacted me. You are one in tune little shit.

Lastly, thank you to all of the friends that continually checked on me. You know who you are and your kindness will never be forgotten.

There is nothing like being loved when one truly needs it.

Oopsies.

13 staples and a concussion that lasted for weeks.

Bob Dylan

My whole family went to Bob Dylan. Well everyone but someone who forgot to get tickets in time and now he is dead to me. We had so much fun. It was pouring rain and cold. Bob played some hits, it was legendary. My parents even had a good time. I highly recommend seeing Brother Dylan live.

The only picture I have from that night. I looked hot for Bob. I really had plans of seducing him until I got my face stitched up and looked like Skeletor. I was miserable for most of the night. I had a rough time standing with out throwing up. I will say the cold did wonders for the swelling and pale face....the picture is proof. It was all worth it.

How I looked after I got stitches in my chin and lip. Freak accident...no joke. Not great Marvin. Check out my drugged out pain killer bedroom eye. Who wouldn't fall for me?! This injury hurt like an M.F. er. My whole left side of my face was bruised too. This is the 3rd time to get stitches in my chin. Go figure. I couldn't eat for a week and that was the only good thing about it.

Thanks to Natalie for saving me by taking me to the emergency room at 0030. She has three kids and stayed with me until 0300. Three kids! I wouldn't have made it through the night without your support. I am lucky you live so close to the barn. Thanks for letting me have a breakdown and making me laugh at the thought of you holding a giant saltine. The doctor didn't think that was funny but I did. We win!