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It’s hard to be anonymous when you ride a pink scooter.

I get text messages from friends all the time asking how long I’ll be at such and such location. Locations I didn’t mention I’d be at, but that damn pink scooter is easy to spot.

I’m so used to being the only pink scooter that today when I left school I walked to the parking lot and hopped on the wrong pink scooter. I didn’t even notice right way. It looked and felt the same as mine. The only identifier was my key wouldn’t start the ignition. I looked around and quickly realized my mistake when I spotted MY PINK SCOOTER across the parking lot.

Great.. just what I need: one more detail to pay attention to.

However the good news is that people won’t always assume it’s me parked outside the pub—even though it usually is.

Realizing that I hadn’t started my holiday shopping I asked my niece, Hannah, yesterday what she wanted for Christmas yesterday.

“A pink scooter, please.”

“Wow, that’s a big gift.  What if Aunt Sarah can’t get you a pink scooter, then what do you want?”

“A purple scooter.”

“Hannah, let me explain this to you.  Scooters are pretty expensive and Aunt Sarah can’t afford to buy a real scooter for you.  Is there something else you want?  Maybe a book, or a Barbie?”

“A Barbie scooter, please.”

I guess this is my own fault for storing my scooter in my brother’s garage for the winter.  She got a taste of the good life and wants one. I can’t blame really her for that, now can I?

I’m thankful for a brother who is teaching his son how to throw down gang signs while riding around on my little pink scooter.  I’m also thankful for the people who didn’t point and laugh at them like I did.

I’m also thankful for the rest of my crazy family.  Without them, I’d be sane.  And really who wants sanity?  I sure as hell don’t!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  Enjoy the time spent with your family, also eat pie for me since I’m off sugar and stuck flying today.  Please note: I hate pumpkin, cherry and apple pies.  I like pecan and berry pies–warmed with vanilla ice cream.

Yesterday I strapped on my scooter helmet and was about to walk out the door when I realized I needed to use the bathroom before leaving. So I did, while wearing a helmet. Sure, it felt a little odd, but laziness pretty much runs my life, and I was far too lazy to take the helmet off.

Later, after class, while getting on my bike I dropped my helmet on the cement. A crack and much cursing ensued.

I’m pretty sure the universe is telling me that my hair looks much better without helmet head.

After a month and a half of no scooter, I finally got word that my little girl was ready to be picked up. I begged RLO for a ride to the shop, promising him we were fine on time because the shop didn’t close until 7 pm.  I don’t admit this often, so take note: I WAS WRONG!

I may not have been able to get my scooter out of moped jail, but at least I got a chance to wear my bad ass scooter gang scarf.  And since RLO had his motorcycle I was able to wear my rad speed racer helmet.  See Internet, I do listen to you! I got a helmet just like you and my mother requested.

My friend Matt is ruining my life. Seriously. I probably see that little man bitch three times a year. I have no idea what he’s doing with his life, yet he knows all about my life since he reads my blog. He’s so familiar with my blog he pointed out which friends I’d forgotten to include in my character section.

To shut Matt up here’s his bio:

I’ve known Matt since 1997. The first time we met he introduced himself and my response was something like, “Why the fuck do I care?” He’s hated me ever since. And by hate I mean he secretly likes me, but insists on giving me shit every time he sees me to retain street credit. His hobbies include biking, wearing chain wallets, and reminding me of every crappy guy I’ve ever dated.

I made the mistake of letting Matt taking our friend Awna for a ride on my scooter last night. He purposely broke it because my night ended like this:

Driving home my scooter just stopped. I called my brother, Ben, and RLO to rescue me. Realizing it was too late, and too dark to fix it properly they loaded up my baby and drove her away.

Obviously I’m blaming this all on Matt. I think it’s the right thing to do, don’t you?

Some of my favorite people are in SLC visiting this week: my friend Scotty and his girlfriend Kelli are here from San Diego.

Kelli has been thinking about buying a scooter so I took mine over to show her. After riding around for a few minutes she was hooked, and ordered one as well.

Finally someone to start a scooter gang with! Sure, living so far away from one another will make for impossible weekly rides, but our scooter girl tattoos will still look cute!