I'm not dead, my PC was.

It's been almost a month since my crash at Gun Club CX. My knee is still cranky when I ride. My left kneecap is different than the right. Not swollen, but it's definitely got a different shape. I took two full weeks off the bike and have only ridden a handful of times since then.

The Cincy UCI3 CX festival kicks off tomorrow and I am reg'd to race at 10:30am. I am also reg'd to race Sunday - if nothing bad happens. I feel obligated to finish out the season, if at all possible. I owe Raleigh, at the very least, to race their awesome bike at one of the biggest CX races in the country. This is it. I am going to go for it, try to have fun, and not hurt so bad. It's been raining non stop all day so it's going to be a mud fest too.


The Raleigh RX 1.0 on the MTB trail at Devou














I got this email today:

Judi,

I'm just one of your blog readers, but thought I would check on you anyway.

Your last blog mentioned that you had stumbled and maybe you are having a private time right now. I wanted to let you know that we (your blogging stalkers) were thinking of you and wishing you strength and peace.

Sending good mojo your way,

Vicky

How sweet is that?

So, yea, as I told Vicky, I am doing pretty good. Bummed about the new sobriety date. I would have had 8 months now. Whatever, shit happens. You just get up, dust yourself off, and move the fuck on.

So, moving on.

My PC has been dead for the last week. My computer guy hooked me up with a new system tonight and I am back to my keyboard. I can't do laptops. Lola ate the wires to the back of my computer, the day I took the tower in, so that was a mess to try and straighten out.

Speaking of sweet Lola. She is as healthy as can be, is taking vitamins for her itchy skin (white pit bulls have delicate pink skin!) and is putting on weight. She is looking fabulous. A terror, no less, but a joy to have around. I took this picture of her in the woods last week while we were waiting on Ari and Fausto to come back from chasing deer.
















Last weekend, Dominic and I got dressed up for a fancy schmancy wedding for Ryan and Kristi, and Dominic was one of four groomsmen. It was a beautiful wedding, and even though we had a ton of shit we were going through in our own personal relationship, we pulled it together. I wore make up for the first time in about 7 years, and Dominic wore a tux.

We clean up rather well, if I do say so myself. I only have these two pictures because Dominic would not pose for anymore.







































Last but not least, Kaitlyn is moving out. I don't really have much to say on the subject, but I tried so hard, I really did. The responsibility was overwhelming and Dominic and I are NOT parent material. She is 18 and I am optimistic she will take the right path in life. Some of us are dealt shitty hands in life, and we just have to make the best of the situation and move forward.

XXOO-
Judi