Monday, November 26, 2007
I'm Getting Grumpy
After Thanksgiving dinnner (well it was lunch, really, Tracy had it early which was very nice - no spending all day thinking about the food), I took the girls and the dogs up to Opa and Oma's for the night. Everything was cool until bedtime. I went upstairs to lie down and read at about 9:00 because I was tired. I couldn't go to sleep early cuz I needed make sure 'Nika and The Madster were ready for bed before I went to sleep. When I got back up at 10:00, my back was a bit stiff. I didn't think about it until the next morning when I tried to put my socks on. Spasm city. I made it through the day OK, but when we got back home and I went upstairs to read before bed, I thought I was gonna die. I was getting up to brush my teeth, and in the process of swinging my legs around and rolling out of bed, I ended up squatting next to it unable to move. Trying to straighten out and stand up was so excruciatingly painful that I was frozen there for about half a minute. Visions of my father rushed through my head. I almost yelled out, "Florence!" (all family members can close their eyes and hear that voice) but caught myself. I managed to right myself without any assistance, brush my teeth and get back into bed to get some sleep. I was supremely bummed out about these spasms because I had arranged to get home for the Saturday morning Hiawatha Cyclery ride. I missed that, obviously, and haven't been on a bike since Thursday morning when I went on my annual Ride-Around-Downtown-Minneapolis-When-There-Is-No-Traffic-Thanksgiving-Day-Ride. Saturday was to be extra special because I was to go Hiawatha Cyclery to pick up a prize I had won, a "Banana Bunker" (it's clever little thingy to carry around a banana in your backpack, briefcase, etc. without crushing it - but it looks like something you'd pick up at Sex World). I won it in a baby naming contest. It was the consolation prize so apparently my suggestion of "Thor" for a child whose last name is Thill wasn't exactly what the parents were looking for. When I told TOYH that I had won said BB in a baby naming contest she asked, "Is there something that you're not telling me about?" Well duh, I just told you. I won a Banana Bunker in a baby naming contest.
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7 comments:
Sorry. Hang in there!
Thanks. "The Old Man" seems more fitting every day.
Saw the story below in the Pioneer Press. Can't help but wonder if this guy came from Hiawatha Cyclery in the wrong state of mind after seeing one of those Banana Bunkers.
CYCLIST NABBED FOR MOTEL HALLWAY RIDE
ROCHESTER, Minn.—A man clad in swim trunks was arrested after riding a bicycle through a motel's hallways and hitting two men. A woman showering after using the swimming pool at Best Western Soldiers Field Tower and Suites told police she heard a door open and saw a naked man at about 3:10 p.m. Sunday.
The man ran out of the room, pulled on swim trunks, hopped on a bike and road through the hallways, police said.
Police Lt. John Edwards said the man, 38, hit another man, 76, and his son, both of whom suffered minor injuries.
The son chased the bicyclist, tackled him and waited for police to arrive, Edwards said.
Charges against the man were pending Monday, police said.
(Pioneer Press, 11/27/07)
On another note: isn't the noon meal technically "dinner?"
bikers are awesome!
Growing up where we did, I always thought the noon meal was "a little lunch" no matter how big the feast was. Maybe we could call it Thanksgiving Little Lunch. Also, this would be the first documented case of a BB driving someone insane. When I pic mine up, I'll keep you posted.
Does the Pioneer Press employ copy editors? "Road"? Really? He "road through the hallways"? Maybe the writer was using a play on words and implying that by hopping on a bicycle in the hotel hallway, the man transformed it into a road. I guess I never understood the power of cyclists before.
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