...I'm SORRY ! I've been Missing In Action for the past 10 months doing some of this and some of that. After my last blog, I decided to take my obsession with fitness/training to the next level. I created my own class within the group of my office colleagues and we workout together twice a week in the lower level of the building. We focus on High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) which translates to trying to survive the 40 minutes without DYING and no one finding us down there. The classes require loads of planning followed by a detailed newsletter which requires THOUGHT and imagination (both of which I am pretty good at if I do say so myself). Here's what the future holds... I going to be starting a FITNESS BLOG (Triple B with Coach T.) If you haven't given up on me....hang on.....I guarantee you will LOVE IT!
So, now that I have explained my absence, let's get down to business. Brief recap of the last 10 months events:
October: Steve hits freedom 55
January: YO turned 21 (legal drinking age in the U.S. - not that it means anything to him since he really doesn't drink that much)
March: MO turns 24 and my sister turns 60 something
May: FO turns 26 and is still living at home (why? I believe it is due to the fact that I'm still cooking with cheese...plus it is free to live with me)
Little Miss Party NYC) as you know has a home in the Hamps. She is now expecting her second child and her sister is getting married in September.
Nunavut. Needless to say, for the past two months, he has been planning his route to the Hamptons via Google Maps. Each and every day (and most nights) he would plan an ALTERNATE route.
To be honest with you, I was waiting for him to install a shower head and a toilet on that thing but I think he's going to wait until the Fall to add those extra options.
Tough choices were next...Should he go through Buffalo or should he go through Kingston and Syracuse. As I researched this myself I couldn't understand why you would take a longer route over a shorter route but what do I know? I get on an airplane and shorten the trip by 10 hours. He promised me that he wouldn't be "stupid" and would stop to take an overnight "rest" in a motel/hotel by splitting the 8 to 9 hour trip. My thoughts on his "ride" were two-fold....first of all, I couldn't fathom sitting on an open air vehicle for more than 10 minutes at a time and secondly, I was worried sick that he would get squished like a bug on one of the interstate highways resulting in ......ME dating again....ugh.
Even though S.S. took out a very fancy data plan with FIDO (which is fitting since he looks like Snoopy anyways) he decided it would be better to TEXT me instead of call me throughout his journey.
TEXT #1 @ 3:53 p.m. - "SOUTH OF SYRACUSE...onward we go"
my thoughts....( ...who is "we"? Him and his bike?)
TEXT #2 @ 6:03 p.m. - "NOT SURE WHERE I AM BUT STILL SAFE AND SOUND"
my thoughts...(S.S. is lost somewhere between Nunavut and the Tijuana Border).... (Snoopy could be speaking Spanish shortly)
TEXT#3 @ 7:22 p.m. - "20 to NEW YORK CITY"
my thoughts...(20 what? days? hours? minutes? miles? what?)
TEXT#4 @ 7:58 p.m. - "ABOUT TWO HOURS TO GO"
my thoughts...(S.S. is renegotiating the promise to NOT be stupid and is forfeiting his overnight stay in a hotel)
TEXT#5 @ 8:00 p.m. - "Y"
my first thought...(Y what?) my second thought was (he couldn't type more than the letter Y before he was thrown off his bike over a cliff)
TEXT#5 @ 10:25 p.m. - "I'm HERE..call you in 5 min"
my first thought...(RELIEF....S.S. is alive and well in the Hamptons....11.5 hours after departing NORTH TO GO SOUTH). My second thought was....if you are going to travel for almost 12 hours why wouldn't you just go to someplace like New Zealand?
I'm lucky enough to have YO as my personal airline Limo driver (in my vehicle of course). Can we talk about the way YO drives for a second? Keeping in mind he has been driving for about 5 years now...he is a 21 year old kid with what I would consider a slight physical weakness. BORN with a LEAD right foot, he has a passion for SPEED. As we make our way onto the 407 Hwy (note*: speed limit is 100km* per hour), he takes the on ramp merge lane at 120km. After the initial screech from the passenger seat "YOU ARE GOING TO FAST AND I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK!", he then states his theory of driving on this highway. You see, EVERYONE goes at least 20 to 30 km's over the speed limit as it is an EXPRESS TOLL ROUTE. If he happens to be one of the SLOW drivers on the highway, EVERYONE will pass him, get pissed and increase his odds of having an accident for going too SLOW. Therefore, the excuse to turn the 407 into the INDIE 500 track is acceptable to all who travel on it.
As we make our way toward Pearson International Airport my stomach starts doing it's usual topsy turvy turns because I can spot an airplane on the runway. YO then explains that I shouldn't worry because if the plane crashes " I won't feel a thing". Comforting to know.
Stay with me for the next adventure titled.......Welcome to Camp Hamps! Coming to Narsbar soon.
p.s. (my handle on my carry-on broke...despite the fact that I had the GGC (Granny Grocery Cart)
and to that I say..."FOOIE ON MY LOUIS".