Today we took the bikes out again for a grand Sunday. The weather improved to "favorable" today from its previous umpteen days of "sucktastic." We learned today that there are all sorts of laws and restrictions villages and townships around here put on bike riding. "They" (the man/big brother/feudal lords/hank the magician) post "tips" on the same page as "laws" making it very difficult to decipher if they are tipping me or going to bust out of the bushes and throw me in the slammer because the upper left light doesn't blink green at 6pm on Thursdays. When did bike riding become so complicated? No longer can we buy a bike, hop on it, and roam freely. I feel kinda sad about it.
My days of bike riding all the time are long gone...The parking lot across from the street was all mine most days (only used on the weekends by the Lutheran church across the other street.) I used to pretend my bike was a horse or a car when I was growing up. It was no fun to ride a bike and pretend you're riding a bike. My poor starving doll children needed groceries in this cruel world so I'd need to ride/drive out into the open prairie/inner city to find some food...you know, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. The parking lot was where I'd learned to ride the bike to begin with. It was also where I'd build snow forts (winter), play catch for hours with my brother (spring), play punt & catch for hours with my brother(fall), and rollerblade with my tape walkman making up intricate "roller routines" like I was the Kristi Yamaguchi of a paved lot.
I'm totally bragging here: I think I had a pretty cool imagination as a child.
That's all the reminiscing you are going to get. I was going to ask about one of your bike memories, but my questions don't get answered these days. Even though all of you are auditing this class and have summer fever, I'm still giving out Fs (as in: no favor with moi). I apparently need to be more demanding or decrease my meds to "get a little crazy in the eye."
(oh fine. JP gets an F+ because he gave a wonderful flower story. Too bad it was sad and rife with angst...ANGST is only worth half a point)
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I went to Hopkins, we just cram:
1. My bike memories are kinda similar, just a different parking lot! (Funeral home lot in the middle of our block). I miss my bike. I want a bike. This has been a recent topic here lately, as well - if I get my act together and start biking again (also actually acquiring a bike), I want to od the BikeMS next year.
2. I don't have too many flower memories... my favorite though, I think, was discovering 7 pink carnations in a pretty vase on my doorstep on Valentine's Day in 2003. There was a note that referenced the 7 days we'd been dating, and that he was looking forward to our date that night. :)
3. Singing really loudly = depends on the mood, where I'm headed and what comes on the radio. Sometimes, I like to legitimize loud car singing with "warming up before choir practice". Off the top of my head, some songs that are good anytime (warning: I'm a dork): Stay/Lisa Loeb, Summer of '69/Bryan Adams, Flood/Jars of Clay, Final Countdown/Europe, Mayberry/Rascal Flatts, Heart in a Blender/Eve 6, I Believe In a Thing Called Love/The Darkness, Pinball Wizard/The Who... numerous other pep band songs, high and college memory songs, etc.
4. I stole the term "CAPS LOCK CRAZY" the other day because of the high level of awesomeness.
5. No idea what to do with summer sausage. On crackers with cheese is my favorite.
6. I laughed at the screen at the Alien Band comment, prompting me to explain it to a coworker. Nice.
7. Though I don't get chicken fingers/tenders/nuggets often, I do prefer them with plain honey. Honey mustard is good, but not as good as just honey. I think the last time I did get chicken breaded things, plain honey was not available (sad), leading me to believe either a) people have not been introduced to this excellent flavor combo, or b) we're in the minority.
8. The Top Cheftestants (whoever coined that gets a gold star) are abso-friggin-lutely stupid if they don't figure out how to do dessertSSSS plural before coming on the show. Stupid. Last week's episode with the kids was cute, but not terribly blog worthy. I CAN'T WAIT FOR WEDDING WARS!
9. TV note: I will blog about the amazingness of LOST. I forget - do you watch?
And this wasn't on the test, but we'll figure out tickets soon, I promise. It's on the list for tonight. :)
C...oh wait, I watch Lost and you called my CAPS LOCK CRAZY awesome. So, you crammed in an A+, 3 gold stars for the board, and no check marks after your name. Gratz!
I used to pretend my bike was all sorts of other types of conveyance, too. When I was a kid, in the summer, we'd take off on our bikes and be gone all day...there was a long, paved lane not far from our farm and man, the stuff we would come up with to do on our bikes all day...crazy.
Best memory though is actually more recent...when I was teaching The Child to ride a bike. We'd been at it, oh, 5 minutes and she said, "Let go!" and I was all, "what, from the front or the back" and she was, "No! LET GO!" and I did and off she went.
awww...Lorraine you and the child get As for being adorable (you know the rest of the lyrics)
The neighborhood kids and I would pretend our bikes were cars, too. (We'd "fill up our tanks" at telephone poles.)
Funny story: We'd play "Dukes of Hazzard." We had a Bo and a Luke, but two girls. What to do?!?! Well, of course we were SO creative, and decided we'd have a Daisy 1 and a Daisy 2! Whoo-hoo! *giggles*
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