This is not a meal...

But sometimes, when you are pushing thirty [spelling it out is less damaging to the heart/soul/mind] it makes for a good snack while you throw together some shells and cheese with tuna.




Thirty.


Crap.

Reason #239382

The kid next door.


He is 12-14 years old.


He likes to throw sharp things, into my yard. 


I have found at least 3 different types of weapons hidden in my yard, not so much hidden as thrown at the fence (which is 20 years old and falling apart, so any moment now it will fall down) and either to high or just fit between the slats.  


Good thing that Ike dog wasn't out side... any of those times.


Today I heard some banging, so I went out side to see what he was destroying THIS time.  Just using the other half of the garden trimmers (a small blade at 2" compared to the other knives with 4"- 6"blades) that I found this winter behind the air conditioning unit.  Just throwing it at the fence, from 3 feet away.  By the time I got out there only 2 of the fence posts had been knocked out.  


Yes, I will continue tell him to not destroy the fence.  Yes I will continue to throw everything I find away.  Yes, I will make his mother pay to replace that part of the fence. 


Little F***er. (Sorry Mom)

Take A Gander

Tender Tushie

So- lets start with last week.  Last week I purchased this bad boy: 

(Or girl? We don't quite know yet, but I am sure a name will come soon.)

Then the morning came, and with it my first bicycle-commute to work, then my commute home, then the next morning and the same thing there and back... What did I learn?

  1. I need a bike app for the iphoney that does not suck.

  2. There are some idiots on the Green Belt *I am probably one of them*

  3. Cool real-life-bicycle-commuters wave with the hand that is on the inside of the path, just like those cool motorcycle dudes.

  4. Mat Kearney, Ingrid Michaelson, Dixie Chicks, DeVotchka, Keane, and The Court Yard Hounds are great for this ride!

  5. I am out of shape.

Somewhere in there I went down-town for a lunch.

So that is somewhere around 26-28 miles in 2 days. Boom.

And now we are to Saturday- which I took off from riding because why? I have no idea, I should have cycled but I didn't.

Sunday: Bikes with Buds! Drove to LayneStreet and jumped back on the Wilshire. There were flat tires, there were 2 bike stores, there were long-boards, margaritas, and treat-snacks, and one more commute home (+6 more miles)

I figure its over 37 miles in 3 days.  The saddle is comfortable, I feel great and can't wait for the next ride, and I am pretty sure the Garden-City-Bicycle-Police-Man recognized me- and thinks I'm cool (two waves on two bikes at the same time on the same side.)

This is Layne.

This is Layne. This blog is her fault- therefor I dedicate this first bit to her.