LOL, TTYL BFF

You know how back in elementary and middle school little girls would wear the same thing and think they were cool, and they actually were cool? But then, sometime between 7th and 8th grade, it was no longer cool to wear the same thing unless it was spirit week? Wearing the same thing, they realized, was actually was kind of lame?

Well, we never got the message. Make that messages: We're not little school girls and it's not cool to wear that same thing.


Oh well. SWOBO 4EVA

Leaky faucet

Brooke, home after an afternoon with the girls, snacking on a piece of cheddar cheese before dinner. And I quote: "Sadie! Can you PLEASE stop drooling on me! "

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale...

A little over two weeks ago Brooke and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary (whoo!). I was on the news sending Brooke a typewritten letter via bicycle courier, we went out to dinner that night and sailing on Lake Michigan.

To sail, we chartered a J22 sailboat from Chicago Sailing Club and were skippered about by Skipper David. David was a funny retired gentleman who insisted on us calling him Skipper at all times. He also wanted us to call whoever was sailing the boat to be called skipper. So, Skipper Josh and Skipper Brooke learned how to sail.

One lesson we were taught was to always announce you next move. So, when turning the boat you're supposed to yell something like "Turning About". I equate this to "Hey, hey you, way up there on the front of the boat! Hold on to the railing 'cause if you don't you're going to fall in the lake. HEY, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?! Don't be a dummy! hold onto the rail! Ok, good, you done being difficult? Do you need a timeout? Diaper change? Good, I'm going to turn to the left now."

But, since we were on a really tiny boat and were within a radius of 2 inches of each other I found all this shouting a bit unnecessary.

Skipper Brooke

Skipper Josh

Bubbly (in a red cup, classy)

Unique view of the city

Skipper David, teaching teaching teaching

big hills make me tired

Earlier this summer, I got a new road bike (thanks to some help from mom and dad, thanks!). It's red and brown and super rad. My old clunker, the same one from my days as a 13 year old, has been retired to the basement. It's rusty and creaky however it DOES have a bike rack on the back. Perfect for carrying groceries, Saders, Anna Claire's. I'll probably sell it on craigslist, some hipster will pay big money for such a sweet ride.

I wear spandex now and boy do I look good. What do I look like in spandex you may ask? Well, imagine a twig and now imagine a twig with bark. That's me, a twig with bark. The spandex have buttpads too. It's so hot, Brooke is a lucky women for sure.

I ride to work as much as possible, usually 3-4 days a week. Yes, I get sweaty and gross but have learned how to make myself presentable (baby wipes do amazing things, I may never have to shower again) and make it through the day pretty much unnoticed. There is a great parking place in the docks downstairs but by great I mean it's out of the elements but right next to the stinkiest garbage dumpster ever. Slowly my coworkers are moving to cubes across the office, plants are dying around me, but that's ok because I'm being green, right? Who needs friends and a career when mother earth is on your side? Me and the penguins will be chillin together...hehe I'm so funny.

This morning I blew a flat, my first flat tire (awww). Luckily, while up in Michigan, I bought supplies for just an occasion: CO2, Spare Tire, some red plastic thingy's to put the spare tire on. One problem -- I had no idea how to change the tire. So, what's the first thing I do? Call Adam of course. He gets plenty of these calls from me, mostly from the grocery store (Ummm, Adam? if you were orzo rice where would you be? Adam, how about scallions? Adam, did you even see Project Runway this week? OMG) Adam helps me over the phone, I get the tire on but then realize I used all the CO2 getting to work. Luckily, a kind Chicagoan biker tossed me his and I made it home safe and sound.

I should also mention my bike has only one gear, Adam bought a similar bike, as did Steve. We have formed a very intimidating, spandex wearing, bicycle riding, single speed gang. Watch out.

The ride