Ode to Tree

I lied.  There isn't an ode.  But I was obsessed with one tree when we rode our bikes to the bayou on Valentine's Day.

Houston redeems itself with gorgeous weather after weeks of acting like me trying to make a decision.

Flood!  No tundra!  No flood!  No tsunami!  No sunshine!  Yes.  Sunshine.

And the tree.

And then Houston got all moody like it does and sent a hurricane to plow through and try to whip me off of my bike on the way home.  DC almost blew over, so he was sure I would be on the ground when he turned around.  But I rode that bronco all the way home.  He was impressed.  Now if I can just master snowboarding...

Life with a Cyclist (and a little game of count the bikes)

I have been thinking that since we sold some furniture, I need to get a desk and get my space set up before DC takes over the entire study...

Too late?

I mentioned that DC and his team got 2nd in a 12 hour race a couple weekends ago.

This is the bike room since he got back.

Oh wait...

We added another one this weekend

Thus is life with an extremely talented cyclist.

I honestly didn't mind it.  My Valentine's Day was so great, that I couldn't care about something so petty.  Breakfast at Central Market, fantastic discussion at church, bike ride to the bayou/dog park with camera and wine, and a movie to end the day.  No heart shaped gifts, no balloons, no candy, no triple-times-the-price flowers...just us.  Perfect. Day.

But he cleaned up the room super fast yesterday too...and now there is room for my desk!  Once I find one I like.

I am so picky about that sort of thing.

You don't care.

Let's play count the bikes.  Or find the red bike.  Or who wants to buy some bikes?