Another quiet, peaceful, relaxing Sunday spent here.......

Yes indeed --- the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, the flowers were blooming-- oh, wait, no -- that was in my imagination. My real Sunday went more like this --- the dirt bike engines (hundreds of them) were REVVING, the dust was flying, (then it rained, so the mud was flying) , and the smell of exhaust fumes filled the air. Another "Pleasant Valley Sunday" (remember that song -- I think it was a Monkees' song!) Yes -- my kids, Matt and Evan, had another dirt bike race. And, what , you're probably wondering do "Romantic Homes" magazine and "American Patchwork and Quilting" magazines have to do with a dirt bike race? My sanity !! (but these magazines are about as out of place in the dirt biking environment as the pink "I Love Lucy" sweatshirt I wore to my first race last year !!) So, using the rain as an excuse to go sit in the car during the LONNNNNGGGG 2 hour race my kids were in, I got a chance to sneak a peek at both magazines for about 2 seconds -- then my cell phone rang -- it was my husband yelling something in the phone about a something or other wrench Matt needed to tighten his thingama bob -- so I had to run and find one of the other kids on the "Pink Mohawk Race Team" to translate, and find the wrench. Then I had to run as fast as I could with it, must have been at least a quarter of a mile , to where Dave (hubby) was refueling Matt's dirt bike -- Dave and I get to be the Pit Crew -- Pink Mohawk Race Team is a low budget operation! Anyhow, good thing I threw down my Romantic Homes and American Patchwork and Quilting magazines before resuming my Pit Crew duties -- it's pretty hard to hold those , and a wrench and a gas can all at the same time. Hmmm.... ya know -- I'm thinking maybe a tattoo would boost my "tough chick" image ......

Toodles,
Mary Anne (aka Mare)