The Montana Posse

The Montana Posse
L-R: Brian aka Chester, Chuck aka Doc Holiday, Hilary aka Sheriff, Bob aka Tonto. These three friends of mine are going with me on my journey to meet my birth mother in July

Friday, June 29, 2012

T minus 14

So I keep circling like a dog looking for a place to either pee or lay down. I can't tell. I'm just that excited.  Many of you know that I've had a really shitty winter and spring for so many reasons and I'm looking forward to some "get away" time and "adventure" time and "go see the unknown" time.   I feel like the stresses in my life are going to make my aorta burst and I know of three folks  (and perhaps a dozen who I think this applies to) who would absolutely just think that was the best thing in the world to happen.

Tough shit... I'm not going anywhere soon so you're all stuck with me and my life changing journey.

Now back on topic.  I don't get to go on vacations. I'm a full time mom/wife (yes to two different beings), have a full time job, and run a horse farm. It's an act of fucking congress to get out of here.  Yet I think it's all falling into place. Like some psychotic cozmo's (pun intended).   I've done ALL the prep I can do on my bike. I even left it out in the rain on purpose to wash it. I know, but come on, when else was it going to clean itself?   Bad choice. Now my cb has decided it wants to take a dirt nap.  I can hear everything but I can't say anything.  I actually think there's maybe nothing wrong with it but the rest of my "posse" came over and sabotaged it so that they wouldn't hear me jabber on for hours on the trip.    We'll see if we can fix this over the weekend.  If not, I'll look really ridiculous riding my bike with a megaphone yelling "hey Goldwing riders. I know you don't need to stop but I NEED GAS".

Truly and honestly. I'm embracing to my deepest fiber the idea of meeting my birth mother.  I cannot wait until I can get off my bike in Boulder, MT and just say "Honey... I'm Home!" (well maybe not those words but you get it).  I want to know my roots, my heritage and utmost just hug the living hell out of such an unselfish woman who gave birth to me.  I don't think she has any clue how important she is. I can't even begin to understand the anguish she must have felt giving up her baby and wondering for 28+ years if I had lived or died.

This July I am taking more time off than I have ever taken in my whole entire working career.  I think it will feel like when I was a kid in summertime.  First a trip with my family to Basin Harbor Club in Vt to preemptively celebrate birthdays and a semi family reunion type thing.  Then I come home, have three days to pack and then I'm off for my journey.

Have I mentioned I can't sit still?  I just can't wait to see new things, learn new things; hell I'll even try the rocky mountain oysters if that's what's going on .. You know. .When in Rome!!

I've never seen big sky. I've never seen canyons. I've never seen prairie dogs, Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, Glacier, Niagara, etc.   Oh and have I mentioned I've never seen the SPAM museum?   again.. When in Rome!  

So the joke on SPAM is that we are staying one night in the hometown of SPAM. It also happens to be the night that I buy dinner for everyone.  SPAM smoothies  for all!

seriously folks.  I can't contain myself any longer.  I'm jumping out of my shoes (or perhaps  they are SPAM sandals)

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