Janae Says...

Oh hello. I crashed on a bike. It hurt. That's the short version. If you want to read the long version, proceed. On Wednesday, we had a company retreat scheduled at the boss's cabin up at Wolf Creek Ranch . If you'll recall, I was also up there at Christmastime, doing something else really uncomfortable (snow mobiling). Thinking of trying that out was enough to give me a panic attack. So that happened. But it was really fun, thanks to Aaron's patience in riding me and Kellie around. This time was going to be more new things: mountain biking and horse back riding. Guys, I don't know the last time I actually rode a bicycle. Like, I genuinely have no idea. Maybe 12? This though... this was an electric bike--to help propel you up the mountains. That also means it is super heavy. I didn't take the time to get the same tutorial as Kellie did from our local expert, Rick. He went over all the things with her, and I should've been right up there in their

Breaking the monthly pace with this mid-month post just to record for my future self a reminder of how important the little things are. Yesterday, I went to Starbucks. I go on Tuesday and Thursday. I very much look forward to it, as we do most rituals, right? I waited over ten minutes before finally asking (because they weren't going to) where my drink was. The decaf machine had broken. "Would regular shots be OK?" No genius. If regular shots would be OK, then that's how I would've ordered it. If you want to pay for my temporary coma induction while my body endures the tinnitus that follows caffeine consumption, sure, you can give me regular shots. "No, I can't have caffeine. Can I get a refund?" (really though, dude, I actually physically cannot have it or I suffer; don't judge me.) I walked back to work and texted Matthew that the decaf machine at Starbucks was broken. #firstworldproblems. I honestly was OK. I was just going to go bac