Is that spring I can smell ???

Well kids spring is awhile off yet but had some great weather the last few days and well I like to get my hopes up dont I ...

So what can I tell you ... Sunday I went on a Huge ride with some people from the local bike shop and It was great to get out in a group of about 15 riders they say when the weather picks up they get alot more so I am looking fwd to that we did about 300km and my butt was so sore I am not use to long rides but it will get better (I hope) I totaly forgot to take any photos and kinda kicked myself when I got back cause we went to some great areas and found a nice old school pub that kinda rocked even if I could only order a salad and that was kinda basic to say the least aparantly the dead animals were great from what I was told ... anyway made some new friends and had a laugh .. they ride first sunday of the mth and even do a couple of overnight trips during the year so that should be a blast..

I am at abit of a loss again as to where to take this blog .. I dont know if I should write about things that are inportant to me or just fill it with crap that goes on in my life or what .... any ideas????? I guess when I started I was going to write on my life and the events and people that effect it so thats what you are going to get ... I do think I need to put alittle more thought into it .. dont you think ... ??????

I have called off my plans to head to South East Asia for now . perhaps next year just never seems to be enough time .. ( Do I sound old or what ..) back in my day ... ha ha ah

Sicko comes out tommorow and I am hoping to see it sometimes I forget how lucky we are in Australia to have free (well almost free) Health care so that we look after everyone the way it should be I feel ...

And what kind of person would I be not got give you thisLINK ????!!!!!!!

Take care nice people (grumpy ones can piss off lol )

Love and light
Sarah


It's about 11.00 am in the coffee shop. I got bored of conversation a while ago. I've taken to watching. Oberving. Occasional rough grunts to show I'm alive, but aside from that, just watching...observing...him.
He's smoking. I know he's too broke to afford cigarettes. I know he bludged them. Chances are he didn't even know the person. He's a performer. He will charm until he gets what he want. Cigarettes. Love. Money. Today he has extracted a cup of coffee from me. This sits in front of him, half drunk. A cappuccino. Reasonable flavour. Not fantastic quality. But I know he's not a discriminating coffee drinker. As long as I'm paying, it all works.
I think his girlfriend is talking. Not sure what about...herself probably. Unlike previous girlfriends ths one is a teenager, as opposed to a teenager's body with a thirty year old soul. No...this one is definitely a teenager.
She's an ex-smoker. Playing with some of his used matches. Flicking them between her fingers, talking, but staring intently at his cigarette, watching his hand move back and forward from the table to his mouth.
My eyes follow hers to the hand. He has a very feminine way of holding his cigarette. Not like my mother. My mother holds her cigarette like it is something to be treasured. Like each puff will be her last. My mother holds her cigarette like an addict. He doesn't. He holds it like a fashion statment. Like pin-up girls in the forties and fifties. Like it is something to make one's self more attractive. Like he could quit at any time but now is just not convenient. He'd make you believe it too... if you gave him a window. He gently draws back, then allows whisps of smoke to curl out the side of his mouth and trail up into the air.
Cigarette smoke has always fascinated me. It has a funny way of curling itself round the air and strangling. The smoke suffocates the air before wafting over to my face, engulfing me in a smell I find oddly comforting. Marlboro smoke. I am immune to it.
Girl is still talking. He is still smoking. And me? I am still watching...observing...inhaling offcast Marlboro smoke and thinking...
When I looked at him I saw a little boy in big boy's clothing. That is all. He was smoking. He was cool. He was fine. And he was so out of his depth.