Dear Motorcycle

Dear Man on Motorcycle,

Wow.

You’re neat.

You have a big, expensive piece of machinery that makes noise. I AM IMPRESSED. Really. No, really! I think it’s EFFING AMAZING, and I am just so, like, blown away by the awesomeness that is YOU and your grumbling, snorting, eardrum-offending BABY WAKER ON WHEELS.

The fact that you drove up here with your LOUD ASS FRIGGING MOTORCYCLE was awesome enough but to my ABSOLUTE DELIGHT, you apparently discovered that – WHOOPS! – this wasn’t where you meant to drive AT ALL and turned around and passed by my baby’s window a SECOND TIME.

I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MY GLEE AND JOY.

It gets better, Mr. Harley. Not ONLY did you pass by the sleeping child’s window twice, but you managed to wake her from a slumber that she had just drifted to about ten minutes prior. YOU ARE SO SKILLED AND HANDY.

PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER, SO THE NEXT TIME I WANT AN OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD NOISE TO WAKE UP MY CHILD, I CAN CALL YOU.

Sincerely,

P EFFING S:

I’M BEING SARCASTIC, JACKASS. I HATE YOU, AND I HATE MOTORCYCLES. I HOPE YOU SWALLOW AN OBSCENE AMOUNT OF LARGE, DISGUSTING BUGS AND VOMIT FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT.

P.P.S Sorry for all the ranting, but I find loud motorcycles to be unnecessary and ridiculous. Not necessarily ALL motorcycles, just the ones that sound like Thor threw his damn hammer into a mountain range when one cranks them up. No offense to anyone who rides them (other than Mr. Motorcycle Man of course), but the motorcycles themselves make me want to Hulk out and smash things with my fists.

P.P.P.S I just realized that I put not one, but TWO comic book references in ONE paragraph. Yup.

The Importance of Family Vacations

Some of the greatest memories I have from my childhood are our family vacations that we’d take in the summer. When I was around 5 or 6, we went to Disney World with a detour to New Orleans on the way home. When I was a bit older, we visited Niagra Falls and the Eastern coastal states. A few years later, we traveled around the Eastern provinces of Canada. I watched Keri Strug win the Gold for the Women’s Gymnastics team in the ’96 Olympics from a small cabin somewhere in New Brunswick.

Family vacations are a time to reconnect with your family in a world where everyone is always in a hurry. It gives everyone a chance to really get to know one another again and while sometimes that makes for some pretty epic sibling fights, it also makes for great memories.

Family trips are also great learning experiences, and a way to start a lifelong passion for travel. I am proud to say that I’ve been to Maine. I’ve seen the beautiful countryside of Prince Edward Island in Canada where the popular book series Anne of Green Gables was set. I remember sitting on the beaches there in pitch blackness – it was the only time in my life that I’ve ever seen the Milky Way. I was exposed to a different culture: different music, different dress, different dialect and I consider myself lucky for that. I’ve been to Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, Quebec.

Family vacations don’t have to be to exotic or unusual places to be of value. I think just spending time together as a family and getting away from the daily grind is the important part. It’s an essential part of bonding; it creates memories to cherish and experiences that you’ll remember forever.. And that’s priceless.

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