Meet stress relief

This is my new bike. I got it today. I'm basically in love.

Sorry for the poor quality, it's dark. This is the second bike I've ever owned. We live super close to a provincial park (and when I say super close, I mean we basically reside inside) and there are all sorts of paths and wildlife. I hate running, but unfornately it's super good for you and I just can't bring myself to do it. Plus the wildlife scares me so I rarely go outside unattended. So having a bike, makes me feel like I could outrun any wild animal that tries to get me. I went for a ride with my neighbor Allison tonight and it was much needed, and super fun! It took me a little while to get used to riding a bike again, since I haven't ridden a bike since I was 16. My butt hurts, and my legs are dying.. my hands are a little raw from the handle bars... it's all a part of the territory though. Ooo I'm so happy!!!

The details... it reminds me of Hawaii...

And my super cute new helmet! It even has a visor, which is new compared to the last helmet I owned back in the 90's... I feel so hard core now.

I'm really excited to have a bike because it can be a solo activity as well as a group activity. I really needed to find a new outlet for some of my emotions, since blogging about small issues clearly is out of the question. Sometimes it seems like when I talk about how upset I am about having to plan my mothers funeral, depresses everyone and no one really cares or wants to read about it. So hopefully this helps me get my frustrations out.

This is a little random, but I just have to give props to my family. They are amazing. I am the first to admit that my family is a little dysfunctional (by a little,  I mean a lot) but I am so happy they are my family. Recently, I had to call my dad's side of the family to let them know about my mom's condition. I have known for a few weeks, but it's getting to the point now, some days and at certain times of the day, where I can talk about it without completely losing it, so I called them up and gave them the bad news. My mom and dad divorced 20 years ago, and still to this day are good friends. Their families get along wonderfully, and visit each other. My uncle on my dad's side, visited my grandmother on my mom's side today. You don't really expect people to be that close 20 years after the divorce. I just love them. I don't know what I would do without them. Go teams Thompson and Olson/Bahmer! Hahaha!