Rooted in Trefoil to Rooted in Sand

I have so much more respect for motorcyclist (least the ones who actually ride safe). This whole weekend was dedicated to completing the U of I motorcycle course and learning new skills. Unfortunately, I didn't pass the riding portion b/c I totally f***ed up on my u-turn. Was great at it during practice and *boom* test time, and I fail. WHAT?! Oh well. I also realized, I make a much better passenger than a rider. Its a shame but I do enjoy riding with someone rather than doing it myself. My thoughts when I ride are as follows..... "This is great! Wind in my face! Only going 20mph! yay!!!          Oh, wait is that a car?!!? Gawd, I hope they don't hit me. I'm scared. How do people do this!? It's so frightening!!" Naturally, I always fear for Tyler when he takes his bike to work. It's not that I don't trust him to be safe, it's everyone else. All the drivers on their phones, or daydreaming, or distracted by their kids. All of those peopl...

I don't know about you, but we are ready for that three day weekend. Independence day...no...not the movie. Ready to celebrate America's independence. So, as some of you may know I've been all over social media like snapchat and instagram. I'm slowly transitioning to using those two as my main forms and sharing to facebook instead. If you want to follow me on Snapchat, Twitter, or Instagram, you can at itzamemari. Well, I'm learning to ride a bike....a motorcycle to be exact. A 2015 Honda Grom 125cc....a little yellow bug. Sadly I have already laid the bike down and scratched up my knee and wrist. BOOOOOOO!!!! Apparently that happens to everyone. I take the safety course through the university end of Sept. We've named my bike Tucker2, after my favorite little man and first little buddy. I miss that ball of fluff...his sweet face. He is etched in my heart forever. Pray that I pick up motorcycle riding quickly. I know my hubs is very happy that I'...