Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Where Have I Been?
I've been here, in WordPress hell. I sure wish I knew what I was doing.
So stay tuned for the official unveiling, and then maybe I can get back to picture making and stuff.
I also realized that when we move the site over and abandon our goofy disparate blogger sites, that this babble page will be sort of stranded and outdated. So that probably means a new platform for this site too.
In the meantime, I raced the AVC last night. At first I was not going to because its AVC and thats for real racers. But one of our bellas came in from Portland to race it and so I just had to give it a go.
I am so glad I did because I cannot tell you how awesome it was to be racing on our local track with soooo many strong women. I was thrilled and honored.
And then I drank lots of the free wine.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
This is Vernon. Or at least thats what his Staples name badge read.
Vernon was kicking back at Love Park, when quite suddenly a bunch of cyclists, tv cameras, photographers, and local somebodys invaded the corner of the park he was kicking back at.
People were running around taking pictures and doing the rah rah thing and going back and forth and stepping over his feet and standing right in front of him. And then Ina spoke and Freddie talked, and kittens giggled, and a band played.
Vernon looked pretty irritated by it all. Curious, but irritated. Who were these people that just came in all loud and colorful and messing up a proper Staples lunch break?
And then, just as suddenly as they arrived, the cacophony of cyclists and the media left. All was quiet. And Vernon was still there.
I can totally relate to Vernon.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
This Old House
I got my car insurance renewal paperwork in the mail the other day, and it said I qualify for a new discount because I have 25 years of driving experience.
I flipped the letter around to make certain it really was addressed to me.
Then I got on the 10key just to be extra sure.
41-25 = 16
I am too young to have 25 years experience doing anything. I'm not even really an adult yet.
I am not usually one to be hung up on age, and mostly its not something I think about. And 41 really is still young.
But sometimes I am reminded in ways I'd rather not be reminded. Like the other day I went to get my eyebrows waxed. And I am like most of you bike racer types, getting my eyebrows waxed is not high on the priority list and its probably been a few years since the last one.
So I am laying on the table and the estetician is putting the wax on (this is the part before the part that hurts). I notice that she is also putting the wax waaaay up on my forehead. Not just my brow, but my forehead. Maybe she's thorough, I think. Or maybe....maybe I have brows on my forehead.
I asked myself out loud "since when did my eyebrows start growing out of my forehead?" And the estetician sweetly responds that its normal for that to happen as we age.
So there's that. Brittle bones and eyebrows on our foreheads.