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Happy Mother's Day!

Everyone I know is posting Mother's Day wishes to their moms on Facebook. My mom isn't on Facebook, so I was going to make an entry here.. but going through my computer, I realized I don't have any pictures of my mom and I together on my hard drive.

It doesn't help that we both hate having our pictures taken.

Still... we should fix that, Mom.

I love you!

Depression

Some days the skin of denial I cover my life with is thinner than others. -- Me.

I said that to someone today. I don't have many bad days anymore.. but sometimes they are there, lurking just below the surface.
And it only takes something small to remind me not to poke at it.

Screw that.. I'm going shopping! :p

Too hot!

Lately, even when it's been warm, going to the park hasn't been a problem.  There are enough trees and grass, and usually a breeze off the lake. So as long as you stay in the shade, it's pretty pleasant.

Not anymore. There were so many mosquitoes in the grass neither one of us could stand it.

So we took a quick picture and went home to sit in the dark where it's cool.

Good song.

Just in case you've heard the first eight seconds of the Volkswagen commercial that's out now and couldn't place the music.. here it is.

You're welcome.



Of course.. I never heard it until 1987, when it was in Raising Arizona.

Dream bikes

Not only did I find a style I like, over at Republic Bike you can make everything any color you want.
I kept it simple.

..now I just need $500. *sigh*

In which I finally admit I want a new bike.

My bike is still good. That's what I always say when my husband tells me I need a new one.  And it's true.. for the most part. It has a few cosmetic problems, a couple squeaks, and one of the front brake pads is bent from crashing into a pole. I crashed into that pole because I wasn't looking where I was going. On my way to high school! You don't have to do the math, I'll tell you.. I've had the same bike for 25 years.

I remember when my parents took me to buy it. It was everything I wanted. A smallish guy's mountain bike (fifteen year old me thought girl bikes were lame, I still kinda do) with 18 speeds. The only problem was, it was expensive. I recall it costing about $320. That was a lot in 1987. It's still a lot now.  I'm sure my dad was the one who pushed for me to get it. And I like to think I've gotten their money's worth. I didn't drive until I was 18, so it got a lot of miles.  But I've taken care of it too. New tires, heavy duty plastic liners to guard against thorns.  Patched more tubes than I can count.  I put on bear trap pedals, better grip. And I took off the kick stand. Cool kids didn't use kick stands. A year or two ago I even changed the seat to one of the sort that's supposed to keep your lady bits from going numb.

I'm not 15 anymore. A kick stand would be nice. I certainly no longer have any use for 18 speeds, five or six would be fine. And honestly.. a girl bike might not be a bad thing. That crossbar is awfully close when I have to stand up. I really would like to sit more upright too. I've always hated leaning forward, but now it's just uncomfortable.

I see these hipster kids riding old refurbed vintage bikes around, and I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous.  The problem is I can't afford a new bike.. or even a different old one.  But at least I've finally admitted that I'd like a new one... even if I don't really need it.