The wheels on the bike go round and round,,,

Could also be titled Life with a Pirate. Don't know that it's necessarily "life",,or "with",,but,,it has in fact been a week with a Pirate. I've met an amazing man. Fascinating to the core. Intriguing and impossibly complex. Just exactly like I like them. Dark and swarthy and elegant and dangerously charming. If you have ever encountered a pirate you know of what I speak. If you haven't,,find one. It's so worth the ride,,no matter how long he lets you ride with him.

On a more somber seat on the bike,,,Maggie has surgery October 12. Yep, my Maggie. Cross your fingers, light all the candles. I'm sending out the word to the voodoo goddesses as well. She simply must be ok. She has no option. She is my Maggie. She is also my 19 year old Maggie. How, I ask, did that happen? Wasn't she just a kid with braces last year? Didn't we just get her potty trained and off to pre-school? 19. My baby girl. October 12,,7am,,I'll keep you posted.

There will be no Vegas trip. The Pirate and I will be going somewhere else. I have hurt a good man with this decision. I'm not proud of it. He needs someone much different than I am or can be. I don't think it's a loss for either of us,,but I don't feel right about the way I handled it,,or didn't handle it. He deserved better treatment from me.

Work returns tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. It's a dang shame there is a mortgage with my name on it and two cars riding on my employment. I could so fall into the life I lived this past week.

For now,,that's it,,,I must go,,,Horatio steps back into my reality tonite. CSI Miami premier. Grissom returns Thursday. So many incredible men.

Listening to: my own heartbeat
Reading: LoneStar Rally in Galveston website

Alicia,,,I did you proud darlin,,,the Sin Wagon still runs,,,