Arsbars.comThe Real Arleigh Jenkins

That was a good run don’t you think?

Rollercoaster of Loovveee

Work maybe?

Crappy cold weather?

New England?

I’ve become a bitch. A crazy cranky bitch.

Sexy cakers is going to divorce me. I’m going to divorce New England.

I’m not handling this weather, and I’m not handling the distance between the Bronx and here.

Ok I’m a bitch today- good night.

For Her

I am walking past the sprinklers and the newly painted porches
And the lemonade stand girls on a suburban afternoon
I am leaving cuz I love you, I am leaving cuz I don’t
And I am hoping you will follow, and I’m praying that you won’t
Let me go

I am captive in your presence I will melt before your eyes
But I still crave your approval, and I’m helpless when you criticize, criticize

Cuz it’s written on your body — it’s on the tip of your tongue
The look in your eyes, in the glare of the sun
The touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye
The way that you linger
The way that you lie

You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked
But I’d decorate the threshold just in case you knocked
What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know
And who I might be in the corners I will never ever ever ever show
Never show

Cuz it’s written on my body — it’s on the tip of my tongue
The look in my eyes, in the glare of the sun
The touch of my cold fingers, when I say goodbye
The way that I linger
The way that I lie

Who said that love would linger who said that love would last
When we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past
I don’t think I was afraid of you but how could I be sure
When with every altercation you were showing me the door
Well here I go, here I go, here I go…

Cuz it’s written on our bodies — it’s on the tip of our tongues
The look in our eyes, in the glare of the sun
The touch of our cold fingers, when we say goodbye
The way that we linger
The way that we lie
The touch of your fingers
The look in your eyes
The way we accuse
The way we deny

Don’t Yell – But I may be busy for a little while.

Matt and I finally got a new bundle of joy Friday night.

Her name is Fiona
10 weeks old
9 lbs
Lab, collie, shepard mix

Commuterizing

I normally don’t post about my commute to work. It’s pretty damn boring 8 miles, with only one turn in the whole thing.

This morning was the exception.

3/4 of a mile into my ride a kid (about 12 y/o) was sitting on the corner of the road with his bike upside down.

Uh oh is my first reaction.

Thinking he has a flat I slow down. He has a mtn bike, I’m on a road bike – thankfully I rode with my camelbak which has 26″ tubes for mtn biking.

It wasn’t a flat. The shop he bought it from didn’t care to explain to him or his family how to work a quick release. His wheel had popped out of the drop outs and the only reason didn’t fall off completely was the v-brake was tight enough so the tire couldn’t slip through.

Put the wheel properly on, tried to show the kid how to use the quick-release. He seemed pretty dazed so probably none of it made sense. When I was about to leave another half the the group he was riding with stopped and he seemed to be in good hands.

Back on the bike I go. 2 miles down the road a huge truck (pick up) with a landscaping trailer passed by me. Giving me enough room as they passed. They then slowed down, swung right (right into my handlebars) pushing my bike into the wooded ditch and then turning left into an estate.

I get to work, call the landscaping company – trying to get a hold of their owner to give them a piece of my mind. The receptionist took my message, seeming VERY concerned that I might sue or something and told me once he came in they would give me a call.

Eventful morning don’t you think??