Last night I bought a bike off craigslist (of course). I'll post photos late, my camera in the shop (of course)
Ironically, it was from the same person I purchased a table from two months ago, and we had a nice chat. Sometimes I think I like to buy things just to meet the people. Within the time it took me to install my bike rack on the trunk of our fashionable Buick I learned the woman I bought it from grew up in the area, her daughter lives in my neighborhood just a few blocks away and also has a six month old. Her husband is a storm chaser and does triathlons, but shes too old for the mountain bike, she just upgraded to a beach cruiser.
Anyway, Its a blue/lime green trek 800 series mountain bike 21 speed. Not really what I was looking at, but the price was right and its really comfortable for me to ride and the bikes in good condition. My last bike got stolen when we first moved down here so I am excited to start riding again.
Eliza had her 6 month appointment this week also. She was 16.5 lbs and right on track. I finally broke down and started her on solids when we got home from vacation and she has taken to food rather well. If she had teeth she would probably bite the spoon it half, its like feeding a piranha.
I label my Mondays as "Moronic Mondays" because typically Monday morning I am fresh and feisty and ready to take on those whose IQ's hover around what most people would mistake for the fahrenheit freezing point. But for some reason my moronic Monday came a few days early.
In each of us are two natures. For all of you that think I'm a nice person, you don't know me that well. Granted I have a long fuse, but at the end of that fuse is some burning Irish blood that can bring down anyone in my way...and that usually happens on Mondays. Its not the nature I like, but sadly being nice doesn't get you too far on the phone. I have worked customer service before so I always give the benefit of the doubt. But honestly people, make those brain synapses spark.
So my idiot list for the day:
- Clear Lake Regional, Clear Lake Regional, Clear Lake Regiona
- My plumber
So heres to the weekend!
This is a sun dog. It happens when it gets extremely cold. Moisture crystallizes in the air, the reflecting sun makes small rainbows. Its looks a really large lens flare, but this is actually in the sky, not caused by my camera lens.
There was lots of snow. On the last Sunday we were home, the trees glistened with frost ( I didn't get a picture). The world was white...and then the snow plows came by and that clean white, became a dirty gray mess that makes good people cuss.
This is what we drove in several days, not snowing just blowing.
We made it to
Jared and I were hoping for a white Christmas and our wish was granted. Christmas Day We dressed
We got about half way there and ran over a nail and had to change the tire. Luckily we were warmly dressed so we changed the tire and headed on.
She went down about three times and then decided that she had to pee, so to make her day worse she got to experience how cold, metal out-house toilet seat feels when its 15 degrees out. Needless to say we spent most of the week indoors.
We headed from my parents up to the Fenchel Christmas in Ossian
For those of you who: 1. grew up in the south, or 2. grew up with money, or 3. grew up in a normal society, the tractor intertube had one function, to keep the tire inflated. To us, it was a rubber and air winter adventure. The massive size of it brought forth great ideas out of young minds.
When I was in highschool we use to bind a piece of plywood (yes with the sharp corners) to a tractor tub with twine and then pile a dozen people on top of it. Stories came about of my father and uncles stuffing one another into a center of a tube a rolling them down a hill. What ever the idea was the goal was to stay on top (or inside) of the tube to insure survival.
The Think Tank
So the boys (young and old) headed off while the intellient species stayed back to decorate cooking in a warm, safe environment. After about an hour we went down to make sure everyone was still alive. The hill was small, but what no one realized is there was a three foot drop on the bottom. Dad said they sent the boys down first only to see them suddenly disappear with a thud and a groan. We watched from a distance as several old men and young alike piled onto the massive tube and sailed down the hill, watching their necks all whiplash at the bottom of the drop.
They all came back in semi-good condition. We casually asked if everyone survived and Jared said, “Well one of the little ones fell off and the five of us ran him over, but its okay he landed face-down in the snow so he didn’t even have time to know what hit him”.
Gt. Grandma Phyllis and Eliza
We finished the evening with a traditional game of spoons, although because of the afternoon sledding festivities we played without the mousetraps and clothespins. And we said adieu for another year.
Then we headed to Renshaw’s, where Santa made another visit.
Larry and Jared spent hours playing chess. Larry built Linda a harp for Christmas. It was beautiful, but in the Larry tradition, it was presented with “some assembly required”. So to add to my things to do before I die list,
Gt. Grandma Jean and girls
What started off as a cold week got brutally cold. The temp hovered around zero with twenty-thirty mph winds. Wind makes it so much worse. On new years eve Linda, Jared, me and the girls whent to a family festival in
We forgot what its like to be in
We headed home and stayed overnight in