Bad Ali
I have not done anything that I had intended to do. I am going to blame it on the funk that I find myself in and try not to stress over it too badly. I would say try not to stress at all but come on, it's me we're talking about here ok?Here is what I managed to do all day (after getting off here with my first post of the day).
Arleigh came over and we went to get my hair done. If you don't know, it takes a pretty long while because I have long hair, I get high and low lights, and the lady who does it is good. Then we went to the Crofton Bike Doctor (where Arleigh works) and had Chick-Fil-A (I think that's how you spell it) and I was measured for and bought a bike. It's beautiful. You know you want one too, admit it.
Ok, for the bike minded people, I found out that I am exactly (according to their machine) 62.5", and my legs are 29". Well, actually, I guess anyone may be interested in that. But those measurements mean that I can NOT comfortable fit a men's frame, so I have to have a women's one, and my frame is 47. Little teeny tiny. It's going to be so great.
So then I was trying on shoes and as much fun as that sounds, it wasn't. Because I can't pick them out based on look or color, I have to get ones that fit my feet well - no matter how ugly they are. Trust me, the ones I had to special order are heinous. Oh well, as much as I complain I know that fashion must follow comfort and function. It would just be so fun to have good looking shoes to go with my new bike.
I am going to get a cute helmet. It's White and silver and has a floral/Hawaiian pattern that makes me glad.
Anyway, so we spent like 10 years there getting all of that worked out. I am also at some point going to need a bike rack, probably a trainer (as it is getting to be winter), shorts, a skirt (because I REFUSE to walk around in just padded bike shorts), and some other stuff that I just didn't have the energy to deal with.
After that, because the bike was in the warehouse we went there to make sure I liked it in person as much as I did on the internet. I do, although it's going to be really cool when it's put together and not in a box, but whatever. I have to talk to Ar and see when it's going to be ready for me.
Then we got the girls and Ar left to do her thing. At this point it was 15 until 5 and my motivation was shot. I decided to try and be productive. It didn't work. Instead I made myself a new necklace to match an ankle bracelet that I've decided I love. It's nice, but heavy because I used stone and pewter beads (I'm wearing it now and I can totally feel it). I may wear it tomorrow for luck.
Why am I so nervous about being observed? I don't know. Maybe it's the whole, I am a perfectionist and do not accept failure as an option. That may be it.
Then I ate dinner and finished watching Return of the King. And now I'm here. Oh I so suck, but I am feeling better. I think I may be an old lady and turn in early...
Hope everyone out there is well. I send you my love.
Ali
posted by Ali @ 7:50 PM
1 Comments:
I'm super jealous of your bike!!! YAY! Can't wait til its put together and we can ride... or something like that :)
I want to see your hair too!
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