Skip to main content

Takes a Licking

It would appear that June is on target for some awesome things.
It looks like I've written more in the last 2 weeks than I have in the last 2  years. I don't think that's coincidence.

Mom's still in the hospital. Doing OK from what Dad says. Hopefully she'll be out Friday or Saturday at the latest. Still not sure what caused it, but we should know soon enough.

I'm a little off this morning. Had to change up the routine a bit to do some installs for work.

Oh, it's OK. I actually don't mind them. This job is still leagues ahead of the last one in terms of, well, everything.

Speaking of coolness...if you happen to be out and about near a place that sells motorcycles, or motorcycle accessories, you should check out June's issue of Thunder Roads Ohio Magazine.

Yours truly has about 6 or 7 pictures in there related to the Make It Fit Foundation Autism awareness motorcycle.

And the rumor is that I should have more pix in the July issue for Kip Meeks and Beckner's Custom Cycles. Still waiting to hear on that one.

It's been a pretty cool past few months, I have to say. The weight's coming off...and the blessings are pouring on. It's just pretty amazing to me how many good things are there (and have probably always been there) and that when I take the time to appreciate them, they come back to me tenfold.

OK--that bike's not going to ride itself. Heading out to face the day now.
Have a fantastic day, my friends.



Darrin said…
Congrats on the bike mag pics! W00t!
Todd S. said…
Thanks D!!

Popular posts from this blog

Marriage Material??

I had a friend call me today, fuming. I consider myself a good listener on most days. Considering that I was out of town on a work trip and doing absolutely nothing in my hotel room, my listening game was on-point.

She recounted the exchange that sent her off. I will spare you some of the more personal details, but the gist was, at one point, the dude-bro she was talking to flat out told her that she wasn’t marriage material.

Torn between wanting to be a supportive friend and being completely gobsmacked, I felt her frustration. No. That’s not quite right. I didn’t feel the same frustration she felt. I’m approaching what some consider middle age. I’m white. I’m primarily interested in women. Oh, and I have a penis., I can never truly feel the same frustration she was feeling. Or an anger that comes from the same place her anger came from. No matter how in touch I am witn my feminine side (whatever the fuck that actually means).

Instead, the frustration and anger I was feeling w…

Post Con-Fusion

It's 5:40 AM on a Wednesday. I have been up for an hour. I have an outline for a work in progress that I intended to work on this morning. I was in the middle of a chapter that I started at lunch and had every intention of continuing this morning. But, much like me, it seems the characters wanted to sleep in today. They wanted to just hunker under the covers as the rain danced its hypnotic melody on my roof. The swoosh swoosh swoosh of the ceiling fan keeping time with the rest of the nocturnal orchestra.

So, I shifted gears. I am taking  a course on getting more words on the page. Something that I want to do need to do if I am to get all of these books that are floating around in my head out in to the world. It's not so much that I think the whole world will love and adore them, although I certainly hope that is the case. No, it's more the fact that it's getting crowded up there. I need to get these words on the page for my own sanity as much as anything else.


The Kindness of Strangers

This post is going to be a little bit all over the place. If you know me, you are probably used to that by now. If you don't know me, welcome. My name is Todd. I'll be your slightly insecure author and docent on this tour of randomness we call Todd's Mind.

I am going to get a little real, and probably a little raw here today. I would normally be terrified of that. Of exposing myself to the world at large. But in looking at the stats for this blog in the 22weeks or so since I've left Facebook, the reality, I'm exposing myself to about 10 of you. Less if some of you come back and re-read some of the posts. So...yeah. Here goes.

I can count on 1 finger the number of times including today where I have run out of gas. Not talking about pulling into the gas station on vapors, but actually having the car die and coast to a stop because that life-giving dead dinosaur juice was no longer in the tank.

One time.


It's my own fault. I don't like to admit when I&#…