Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Steel Maiden





The “All Steel” blue Raleigh was dusted off yesterday so as to provide Quinn with her first real introduction into the wonderful world of bicycling. Lacking in baby-sized helmets, we kept the trip short; just down the road to Mounds Park where the baby swings are located. I felt quite naked riding around with a helmetless child on the back. I kept expecting passers by to loudly proclaim my idiocy as a parent. Then I realized that this is the East Side where such third world practices are the norm. Except for the sun being in her eyes, Quinn really seemed to enjoy the ride. Due to the positioning of the child-seat, her feet were conveniently positioned in just the right place to communicate when she wanted to go faster, and she continuously reminded me that i was going way too slow. Perhaps this weekend we will get her a helmet (and me some deluxe-padded bike shorts) and go for a longer ride.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Your munici-pal




David has been keeping busy with District council and city budget projects. They take up a bit of time, leaving little for luxuries like blogging. The neighborhood's newspaper has a section this month in which residents can vote for what we want to be called (ie "bluffalos") which inspired the former council president to don this costume. Unfortunately the online version of the paper doesn't have this feature, so it can't be hot-linked. But don't be surprised if you soon see this mascot roaming the bluff.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Is this worth something?

After enjoying lunch at Fat Lorenzo's on Sunday, mom and I (Heather) were driving back to her house and spotted a guy putting a formica table and matching chairs set out on his sidewalk. We pulled over and asked him how much he wanted and he held up the cardboard sign he was just about to affix to the chair that said "FREE." I asked him why he wouldn't sell them on eBay or Craig's list since he could potentially make a few hundred bucks and he said he just didn't have the time to deal with it. We don't need the set in our house because we already have a similar dining set in our kitchen but we thought we may be able to make some money if we can't find anyone who could use it.

After picking up the furniture we headed to the cottage shop. I ended up with some good finds including some vintage fabric scarves, an child's abucus, and a cute little shamrock romper for Quinn to wear on Saturday.

I got home just in time to see the last 55 laps of Nascar. Martin finished 5th and is still the points leader after 3 races. He plans to race only 22 of the 36 races this year after toying with total retirement a couple years ago. They polled the other drivers to rate the odds that he would change his mind to race full time this season since he is off to such a great start. They also polled the fans but only 31% thought he would change his mind. The first race he is planning to sit out is Britsol on 3/25. We will be watching to see if he ends up in the driver's seat or decides to watch the race from the comfort of home. We are not sure why he is doing so well this season but we love it! Perhaps it was the team change or driving a Chevy instead of a Ford.

Speaking of driving...here's some humor from the road. Many exit ramps often have people waiting at the intersections begging for money. Often their signs read something like "homeless - will work for food." That's pretty generic considering the creativity that I have seen recently. I appreciate the honesty of one person who's sign simply read "BEER." If I had been on his side of the road I probably would have given him some change simply for being direct about what he was planning to do with the money. That gave me a great idea that I had considered proposing for the super bowl commercial idea contest from several months ago. I figured Budwiser may hit on this one. I envisioned this: A disheveled man holds a sign at an intersection at the end of a freeway exit ramp that simply says "BEER." Random drivers hand him cans or bottles of Miller, Heineken, etc. and he turns them down until someone offers him a Bud. He takes the beer, swigs it down, throws down the sign and walks away. Anyway, a couple weeks ago I exited the freeway and there was a man at the corner holding a sign that read, "Running for
President. Need Campaign Funds." Now that's original!
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