D-word

I just finished reading High Fidelity and there is a scene where Laura (Rob's Main Love Interest) reveals that her first thought when she learned her dad had died was that it (her dad dying) was the most grown-up thing she'd experienced.

Do you think that's true, at all? That things like that cross through people's minds in that sort of situation? Or is it just one big nebulous "FUCK"?



I started a conversation this evening with a whole speech planned out and in the end it seemed so small that I didn't even mention that it had been planned. (Hello, yes, this is me mentioning it. But this is me also saying it doesn't matter a fucking bit.)

Dinosaurs

This will be coming to Beautiful/Delicious in an expanded form soon, but for now I would like to tell the internet that I got more dinosaur sprinkles.

And it was good.

Molasses chocolate chip cookies

I just made these cookies for the second time the other night, and you should all make them too, O faithful readers. Molassessy. Chocolatey. Salty. DELICIOUS. On a scale of Sitting At A Computer All Day to 10, making and eating these cookies rates at about a Pretty Fantastic.

Also, this weekend is Harper's Ferry weekend, so that might have something to do with my general distraction. That and I slept flipping terribly last night. Took me forever to fall asleep and then I woke up about every five minutes, it seemed. I should I have just read my book. I'm reading this fantastic book right now called "The Bride Raffle" (omg don't you want to read it?) and it takes place in the old west but everyone calls each other by their first names, for some reason (is that true?) and this chick has been on a speaking tour because she sort of helped write a cookbook (although she never takes credit for it, so I'm not sure what the deal is there) and her manager/escort is this total d-bag who puts her down all the time but for some reason she slept with him not once but several times? and OMG SHE'S PREGGO but she doesn't know it until the Hero totally catches her holding her belly.

Yeah okay I know, work.

Things that are dangerous.

These are some things that are dangerous to my productivity, wallet, and healthy eating:

• The Lovely Bicycle blog:

(Photo from Lovely Bicycle)

• Xtra Cheddar Goldfish crackers. So cheddary! So delicious! So hard to stop eating them!

• The weather in DC right now. It's freaking beautiful out. It's going to be 58 degrees tonight! That is so many degrees below 80!

Sunflowers

The sunflowers in the yard started blooming!

Pride Parade

The DC Pride parade was yesterday. I went with my housemate and the guy he's seeing.

You can't see it in the picture above, but I wore these fabulous pink candy wedges. And by "candy wedges" I mean wedges that have candy printed all over them. It seemed appropriate. Okay, so they gave me a huge blister within about a minute of putting them on and I ended up taking some of the electrical tape off of my bike handlebars to use as a bandaid, but whatever. It was Pride. It was worth it.

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, deedleedee

There they are all standing in a row, bum bum bum.

Oh wait, that's a new saddle, not a bunch of coconuts. Yes, in part because of the upcoming weekend bike trip to Harper's Ferry, WV, which will include much cycling and much sweating, followed by much B & B-ing and much swimming! Followed by biking and sweating again. Oh right, I was in the middle of a sentence there: in part because of the upcoming weekend bike trip to Harper's Ferry I indulged and got a Brooks B17 honey (standard, because my hips are narrow and I do not like the wide and short women's saddles). Ahh, so pretty. My bike's classiness level is about to explode.

Here is the before picture:

Sorry for the terrible, terrible quality. It was 9:30 pm last night, and I didn't bring a real camera either.

Halfway there!

If I were a true hipster I would leave those handlebars bare in all their slippery, uncomfortable glory. However, I am not a true hipster. I believe in matching. And comfort.

Please try to ignore that ugly black electrical tape holding my par tape in place. I'll figure something out.

Real pictures to come, not doubt. In the mean time -- look how pretty it is! Look how gleamy and new it is! Yeah, that black rack is going to have to go. It totally clashes. Classiness points for that rack = 0. And we all know classiness is my #1 goal, at all times. That's why I routinely walk my dog in bike shorts and bed head. For the classiness factor.

Ahem.



p.s. I just looked through this post and realized that it would be more aptly titled "Girl can't make up her mind which Instagram filter to use." Sorry about that.

Note to self:

You cannot coast on a fixed gear bicycle.



Yep, I've got a nasty scrape on my elbow to show for that one, along with some minor whiplash (self-diagnosed). I'll tell you what though, if whiplash is what it takes to keep my head from hitting the ground and getting a concussion, well then, sign me up.

NYM Talent

I went home for Memorial Day weekend to go to my Yearly Meeting (which was great, btw). Every year we have a talent show, which is usually a mix of kids singing cute little songs, banjo playing, and a few people who get up on stage because this is what they love and are really good at. For example, one person from my Meeting is an incredible spoken word artist. Anyway, this year someone from the high school(?) program sang this song, and damn. She had an incredible voice. It gave me goosebumps.

Sidenote: I really like the bit at :20 with the water glasses and the bass.

Celestial

I went to Northern Yearly Meeting this past weekend, and C and I were bored in the car (okay, mostly C was bored -- I had Bossypants to read so I was cool) so I took some pictures with my shiny new gadget (coughipodtouchcough).

Here is my sister, looking elegant.

Here are my sister and I, outdoing each other on the classiness front.

Ch was in the back reading, so there are no pictures of her at this time. Sorry.

My boys

(I'm going to post about those mojitos on Beautiful/Delicious.)