I want to ride my bicycle

...and now I can.

Tomorrow after work I will take the bus to the farthest wilds of JP and pick up my new ride from Ferris Wheels.


Fuji Crosstown 3.0 in SEAFOAM GREEN you know you're jealous


The Sig O has a much sportier, manlier bike (alas, not sea foam green) but I think we'll make a nice pair. I just hope he doesn't mind if I sport aviator goggles and knee pads for a while.

I really hope this model does windows, doubles as an emergency generator, and bears fruit twice a year... This was my first major purchase in quite a while and I'm feeling the pinch and feeling like I could have price shopped a little more. But I'm really happy with the ride (and obvi the looks) and hopefully once we go to pick them up and cruise around a bit I'll feel better about the purchase.

We also went to the Arnold Arboretum for some botanical wanderings and now I can't wait to go back for an official tour (and bike ride!). We looked at bonsai trees that were over 200 years old (I know!) learned about different kinds of climbing plants, and got attacked by giant wasp-like bugs.

Another fantastic discovery this weekend: Thanks to the Sig O, we are now obsessed with grilling pizza. This site has great tips and set us off on our adventure. Super cheap, super fast, and super tasty. Yum yum yum... I took photos on the iPhone which maybe someone will send to me so I can post them here...

TGIF

How to celebrate Friday? Frontways? Backways? Diagonallyways?
Nope, Sideways.

Loves it.

This week was sloooow but Monday Wine and Cheese set it off to a good start, and Sig O took us out to Aquitaine last night, and I even started showing my face at the gym again, so at least I was productive.

Up next - planning the great August NYS adventure! First stop: NYC (to kidnap Sassy from Kara who has graciously offered her couch and who will maybe let me look at her ring for a while), then back to Boston to re-pack for Buffalo and the FAIR! Then the bus to Utica (hopefully for like only 20 minutes)! Where my honey can pick me up and drive us to Little Moose! Where I have been promised mixed drinks and lazy days floating on a raft!

moving forward

This weekend we headed up to Keene to help the Sig O's grandparents move into their gorgeous new home. The house itself isn't new, but is recently renovated (save for one garishly wallpapered bathroom: bright pink poppies on a pistachio green background! Too awesome). It's a lovely colonial revival deserving of a spread in House Beautiful. It was a chaotic but productive few days, and it was a great feeling to be able to help out.

We enjoyed a Saturday night in downtown Keene (all six blocks of it) by performing the ultimate going-out ritual: the decrescendo of class. From arancini and wine to nachos and margaritas (both classic AND the kind you put whipped cream on) we sampled a little bit of everything. And let me just say the obvious here: a couple of twenties in Keene takes you MUCH farther than the same amount in Boston. C'est la vie.

Silhouette Masterpiece Theater

I think if Lemony Snicket branched out into collage, this is the direction he might go.

Love it. TGIF.



via modern homebody

i need a vacation

One month, just oooone long month until a vacation. Eek.

In the meantime, this phenomenal blog will do for transporting me to faraway locales. The author is fearless, and her posts are as funny as they are educational. (Chalk another one up for the Canadians!)

Paris, Prague, and Poland are my major wish list destinations these days, but the deeper I get into reading Madness and Beauty the farther East my imaginary itinerary takes me.

I particularly like this post, a logical, clear-headed financial step-by-step for that mythical "year of travel."

the most sensational inspirational celebrational...

Muppetational?

The friends from the Henson workshop have been making some unusual appearances in the wardrobe of one Ms. Lady Gaga. I mean, I guess Animal would approve ("WO-MAN!!!"), but she seems more of a Janice to me.


Fun Fact: At one point in the late 80's, the Swedish Chef actually had his own breakfast cereal, called Cröonchy Stars.

Squee! Er, I mean, BARF!

The story of a recovered love letter reuniting lost lovers. Awwwww even a Monday can't shake this one.