But it's a lot different than Martin Luther King's.
I have a dream that one day I'll have my bike in working order. I have a dream that I will buy a cute basket to put on my bike. I have a dream that I'll have a kitten* to put in that basket so that I can drive it around with me on my Sunday errands.
I have a dream... And I think it's a pretty sweet dream.
*I've always been a dog fan myself. But I've recently come to accept that I do not have time for a puppy. And kittens are pretty adorable.
P.S. I'm going this weekend to look at a new fork for my bike as well as kittens for my basket. This dream may come true soon. Here's to hoping!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Wasted day? I think not!
I spent the day looking at Cute Overload. I'm now in dire need of the following:
- A Puppy
- A Kitten
- A Bunny
- A Hamster
- A turtle
- A... Well, you get the idea.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Monday Inspirations
About two months ago I bought an old road bike off of eBay. My plan was simple. Buy an old bike for cheap. Rebuild it for a little money. Start riding to work to save on gas and get some exercise. A good plan... or so I thought.
In two months I have managed to do very little to my bike. And what I have done has nearly destroyed it. I thought I'd paint it myself, so I started sanding it down. I then found out it would look atrocious and I could get it powder coated for a reasonable price. But in that time the sanded parts of my bike started to rust. Yay!
Last week a few people I knew were taking in their bikes to have them powder coated. I decided to finally do my as well. I had to get my bike broken down for the painter. I was taking it in on Friday to have the bottom bracket and headset taken off, parts that require special tools I do not own. Thursday night I took off items I could with my minimal tool kit. In doing so I got my handel bar stem stuck in the fork of my bike. They had to saw it off when I took it into the shop. For those unaware, this is not a good thing. I now have to buy a new fork and head set. I also could not get my bike painted as it was now only half a bike.
Today's inspiration is geared toward keeping me in the right mind set. It would be easy to count my losses and give up. But I'm keeping hope that one day I'll actually be able to ride my bike that for now resides in my Florida room.
In two months I have managed to do very little to my bike. And what I have done has nearly destroyed it. I thought I'd paint it myself, so I started sanding it down. I then found out it would look atrocious and I could get it powder coated for a reasonable price. But in that time the sanded parts of my bike started to rust. Yay!
Last week a few people I knew were taking in their bikes to have them powder coated. I decided to finally do my as well. I had to get my bike broken down for the painter. I was taking it in on Friday to have the bottom bracket and headset taken off, parts that require special tools I do not own. Thursday night I took off items I could with my minimal tool kit. In doing so I got my handel bar stem stuck in the fork of my bike. They had to saw it off when I took it into the shop. For those unaware, this is not a good thing. I now have to buy a new fork and head set. I also could not get my bike painted as it was now only half a bike.
Today's inspiration is geared toward keeping me in the right mind set. It would be easy to count my losses and give up. But I'm keeping hope that one day I'll actually be able to ride my bike that for now resides in my Florida room.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Late Inspirations
So I want these inspiration installments to be a weekly thing and I'm already late posting. Maybe I'm just a really bad blogger. I'm sure Haley would agree since she's always telling me I need to post more.
And one that I couldn't post on here; I guess they blocked it. But you really should check it out over at flickr.
Anyway, that's it for now. Go over to Polanoid if you're in need of some more polaroid fun. But let's be honest, Haley's the only one that reads this. That's why she's the only one that tells me to post more...
But back to the matter at hand...I love this type of photography. It kills me that they have canceled production of Polaroid film thanks to low sales. But I've seen a resurgence in postings of this instant film classic, so hopefully it will be able to stick around for a little while longer.
And one that I couldn't post on here; I guess they blocked it. But you really should check it out over at flickr.Anyway, that's it for now. Go over to Polanoid if you're in need of some more polaroid fun. But let's be honest, Haley's the only one that reads this. That's why she's the only one that tells me to post more...
(Photo Credit: polanoid, greffy, osquibb, roostercoupon, tnhrocker301)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Cute Update...
Monday, April 6, 2009
Monday Inspirations
Most Mondays mean madness for me. I need a little extra time to finish things up and I need a little more reason to do them. These things get me going again…
This cute little guy by James Snyder over at National Geographic.
This awesome painting by Frank Gonzales.
Polaroids from ffffound.
Speaking of which, I'll probably do this once Haley gets her polaroid camera. Not a heart though, cause that's gay...
I'll use this over the left side of the bed. Which, oddly enough, is not gay.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
And Everything Was OK!
Yesterday was a crazy fuck-up of a day. And though everything turned out OK, it brought back a lot of memories that I preferred to keep tucked away. To put it lightly, hospital waiting rooms just really aren't for me.
Friday night I got a voicemail from my Aunt Starr telling me I needed to call her immediately. As a woman that can never figure out that she is actually talking to a voicemail recording, this short and coherent message was out of the ordinary. Something was wrong. I debated calling her back. I was on my way downtown for a show and I had plans for the weekend. Did I really want the bad news right then, or could it wait? I called... And preceded to sink to the ground on a back road of downtown. (I do not recommend this as I know all too well of the bodily relieving that takes place on the streets of Orlando.)
My uncle had had a heart attack. He was being life flighted to the Orlando hospital. I needed to go see him as soon as possible.
After some research I found out visiting hours are only until 9 in the ICU, there was nothing I could do that night and I wanted to get my mind off of things. I went to the show. The next day I found out he was on bed rest and wasn't allowed to move at all. It was best for me to wait to see him. I kept with my plans I had made months ago and went out of town for a show in Gainesville. I got back late Sunday and had to work until 5:30 on Monday. When I got off I called my cousin to see if I could stop by. "They kick us out from 6 to 8, then we come back for an hour before they kick us out for good. You won't make it in time to see him. Don't worry..."
So I couldn't see him at all. He was scheduled for a double-bypass on Wednesday; this would be the first time I'd get to see him. When I walked into the room that morning I was surprised to see how awake he was. He looked worse for the wear, but he was ready to get on with his surgery. He also was sporting a newly shaved head; something my cousin gifted him in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. After a group prayer it was out to the waiting room.
My uncle went in at 2:30. We finally got to see him at 6:40. He was still asleep and wouldn't wake until the morning. He's connected to too many tubes and a breathing machine. There are only 30 minute increments of visiting time every few hours per day. I won't be seeing him again until he's home.
Friday night I got a voicemail from my Aunt Starr telling me I needed to call her immediately. As a woman that can never figure out that she is actually talking to a voicemail recording, this short and coherent message was out of the ordinary. Something was wrong. I debated calling her back. I was on my way downtown for a show and I had plans for the weekend. Did I really want the bad news right then, or could it wait? I called... And preceded to sink to the ground on a back road of downtown. (I do not recommend this as I know all too well of the bodily relieving that takes place on the streets of Orlando.)
My uncle had had a heart attack. He was being life flighted to the Orlando hospital. I needed to go see him as soon as possible.
After some research I found out visiting hours are only until 9 in the ICU, there was nothing I could do that night and I wanted to get my mind off of things. I went to the show. The next day I found out he was on bed rest and wasn't allowed to move at all. It was best for me to wait to see him. I kept with my plans I had made months ago and went out of town for a show in Gainesville. I got back late Sunday and had to work until 5:30 on Monday. When I got off I called my cousin to see if I could stop by. "They kick us out from 6 to 8, then we come back for an hour before they kick us out for good. You won't make it in time to see him. Don't worry..."
So I couldn't see him at all. He was scheduled for a double-bypass on Wednesday; this would be the first time I'd get to see him. When I walked into the room that morning I was surprised to see how awake he was. He looked worse for the wear, but he was ready to get on with his surgery. He also was sporting a newly shaved head; something my cousin gifted him in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. After a group prayer it was out to the waiting room.
My uncle went in at 2:30. We finally got to see him at 6:40. He was still asleep and wouldn't wake until the morning. He's connected to too many tubes and a breathing machine. There are only 30 minute increments of visiting time every few hours per day. I won't be seeing him again until he's home.
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