So I Got a Tattoo Mar07

So I Got a Tattoo

When I created my Bike MS team in 2009, I knew the team was going to need a mascot. Something that would signify the spunk and fight of the Saint Kate’s Fighting Saints team. My husband, Dan, replaced the helmet on the St. Paul Fighting Saints hockey player with the red pigtails from the Wendy’s girl and plopped the kid on a tricycle. Saint Kate’s Cycling Saint was born and she’s been with the team ever since. Last year I did something I had talked about doing since college: I got a tattoo. That’s right a tattoo. The “right” design never came to me. There was never anything I felt about strongly enough to have with me for the rest of my...

I Don’t Believe You Mar07

I Don’t Believe You

As a little kid, 40 felt like it was one step away from death. That was the age your parents and their friends “celebrated” with black balloons and they gave each other geriatric medical supplies. Clearly this was an age when the wrinkles and grey hair would set in. The next stop would be the home for the infirm.  This year was the year that I turned that magical age. Death does not feel like it’s right around the corner and I am not ready to move into the nursing home. “You don’t look like you’re 40.” This is a thing that a nice woman said to me recently, and I didn’t even have to pay her to say it. It always feels good to beat people’s...

Stupid Tagalong Mar07

Stupid Tagalong

Not to brag, but my parents realized that they had achieved perfection when I was born. That’s why I’m an only child. Really. I mean, why would you want any more children when your first born child is a perfect red head like me? Any brothers or sisters that came after me would constantly be held to the high standard that I had set. That just wouldn’t be fair to them. 10 years ago I was saddled with the younger brother I never wanted. He showed up while the 2004 Red Sox were trying to break the Curse of the Bambino and win their first World Series Championship in 86 years. This guy would cause my fingers to go numb and make my vision blur. I...