Friday, June 10, 2011

Oh, I'm so addicted

Somebody stop me.

First I bought this:



But to use that, I wanted the shoes:


And of course with the shoes I need the cleats and the right pedals:

I had a bad dream that I could never click into the pedals properly.  You'd think I'd be more worried about falling down.  But then I fell down.  I had to literally get back in the saddle and get over that fear.  I also started not being able to click in properly.  Finally it helped that the local bike shop loosen the parts on the pedals that hold the cleats.  By the way, if you bike with any regularity and without the cleats, I highly suggest getting the cleats.


I rode (without cleats) about 10 miles back in April.  Cold, but I loved it, but really should have been carrying a water bottle.  So I had to get the water bottle carrier:

After that ride, which was my longest on the road up to that point, I also felt pretty butt sore.  I hadn't been in my spinning classes (I've been taking since January), so I thought I was fine.  But, I had to go and buy the biking shorts with padding.  (The matching shirt didn't hurt either, love those colors) Bliss:

I also had really numb hands after my first long ride.  My friend loaned me some on the next ride, so I had to get my own pair.  Got a mirror, got a carrier for the front of my bike and finally added a kick stand because I got tired of leaning the bike up against things.

Nobody tell my husband.  However, since he's done reenacting in the past, I'm sure his bill for his two guns (here and here and this is not including his historic clothing or camp gear) came to more than what I've spent up to now.  Maybe some glasses to protect my eyes?  I already had the helmet.

Somebody stop me.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Thinking about forty

People sometimes get all worked up about twenty and thirty, but I think we can all agree forty is quite the milestone.  It's ever present in my life, because my high school class is all going through it at the same time.  Facebook makes that fact ever present.  I think that's great.  I don't feel so bad, because we are all in the same boat.  It's allowed me to make it a bit of fun, too.

When I was a senior in high school (still sweet seventeen) myself and the three other girls who were seniors in the show choir got wind of the fact that our music teacher was turning forty.  We got the date, which, I believe was a Monday.  We made a plan.  We got the band teacher in on it.  We gathered our forty decorating supplies and waited in the school parking lot the night before.  Our band teacher arrived and let us in the music room.  We filled the office with black streamers and black balloons and signs all over the room proclaiming his age to the whole world.  One of my sneaky friends had ordered a "dead bouquet" which was black roses with a stuffed bird hanging upside down on a limb (get it? dead bird).

The next day, we made sure we were by the music room bright and early.  He was quite surprised.  He took it in stride.  Then we were gathered for our show choir class during the lunch hour period.  The bouquet arrived.  He was flustered, but appreciative.  We 17 and 18 year olds thought we were so clever.

Now, here we are 22 years later.  Um, now we know what forty feels like.  Some of us take it in stride.  Some of us are hesitant about this number.  Some of us are ready to celebrate this milestone like crazy.  I cooked up a plan with two of the three others.  We found our own "dead bouquet" (which are very hard to find now, I was disappointed, but mine came from Gifts for Geezers, whew!) and we all pitched in and sent it to our first victim who turned forty on New Year's Day.  She was a bit hesitant about the number, but appreciated the bouquet and told her husband the story of making our music teacher's wonderland of forty decorating.  It made her smile.  Two more have had their birthdays.  Lucky me! I'm the one left.  I'm expecting nothing less than the "dead bouquet."

I'm all about that quote:
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: WOO HOO, WHAT A RIDE!

I am looking at the number 40 and thinking, dang, I have a whole lot more I can do and accomplish and it doesn't have to be professional.  I need to get a tattoo.  I need to ride RAGBRAI.  I need to spend more time decompressing and enjoying my family and friends. I need to spend more time on writing and working on PUBLISHING, even if it starts with just a magazine.  I need to save for my quilt/tea shop, so I can open one (hey, I don't have any plans for my 50 decade yet).  I need to get more involved in my community, state, and nation, because professional politicians are not getting the job done, and if I don't do it, who will?

I am hitting this decade running and I hope to leave it proud.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Woman Never Tells Her Age

Yeah, right.

I am nearing that magical age of forty.  Not quite there yet, but it is at the end of the month.  Fabled as the middle ages (this assuming that I am living until 80, but with the family genes of women in my family living until the 90s, doesn't quite work for me), I am excited about this decade.

Everyone can pshaw me.  I have a complex about being treated as younger than I am.  I will say, I know I look younger, which is fine in social situations and not an issue for me.  Usually this bugs me most in a work situation.  It is getting more fun to say I'm in my late thirties, but still, I get the "you're still young" statement at work more times than I can count.  In my twenties, I thought, fair enough, but I do have ideas I would like to try.  In my early thirties, sure, I've only been out of grad school for 5-10 years, I need to get some time under my belt.  But now I'm starting to get a bit peeved.  How many years should one expect to be in the work force to get respect for experience?  So I keep thinking that maybe 40 is the magical number.  That this is the time that people will say, "Ok, yeah, she's been around the block a few times."  On the other hand, I have always worked with people older than me, so I guess they deserve to lord their years of experience over me.  But I would like them to acknowledge that I have spent enough time in my business to warrant a nod of recognition that I do know what I am doing, on occasion.

This has been a fun year on Facebook.  Old high school pals and acquaintances have been turning 40.  I've been trying to say witty and fun things for everyone's 40th birthday.  I think we all should embrace the 40 and run with it.  So many sayings about 40 is the new 20 and all that.

I have noticed, once the kids got older, it leaves more time for mom and dad to look back to themselves again.  I have a goal to participate in the Register's Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa (RAGBRAI) next year.  I've done spin classes since January and try to get in 2-4 bike rides a week.  I'm impressed with myself in staying power in tackling 20+ miles.  I know I need to boost this number by quite a lot, but I'm very psyched about what I've started.  I think my son was inspired enough that he is going to sign up for a youth triathlon.  I'm almost thinking about doing it.  I never believed I was an athletic person in jr. high and high school.  Now I believe that maybe people like me might have responded better, if I hadn't been compared to my peers' abilities, but instead compared to my own abilities and that improvement over time was emphasized instead of trying to get me to beat the fastest people in class.  Seeing improvement in oneself is a great reward already.  It might be more motivating to kids rather than comparison to each other.  (I suppose that might also apply to learning)

Hitting this decade also makes me a bit reflective.  What have I done with my life until now?  What haven't I done that I used to do, that I should do more of?  What really matters?  Should I be doing more to improve the world, or is improving my part of the world, no matter how small, enough?

Nostalgia also hits.  I sometimes wish I could have told my teenage self that the things I cried over were really not worth it in the end, because they didn't matter in the long run.  But that is what age is for, to understand what is not worth it in the long run and to pare down your life into what is really worth it.

I'm taking you with me on this journey of hitting the big 4-0 from before the big day to beyond.  Let's see what this 40th decade is all about.  I am going at it with a cando attitude and challenging ideas of myself that may not be totally true and need to be changed.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Spring Cleaning at Work

So, how satisfying is it to clean out your email?  Actually, quite a bit.  I was using 160MB of my mailbox.  I went through the inbox and sent mail portions, then went and deleted it out of the deleted box and cut it down to 75 MB.  Lots of email from the second half of last year that I hadn't had a chance to clean out.  Then I went through files.  When you move office, you find you have a number of files that you need to comb through and whittle down.  Most of yesterday I spent shredding a lot of those files (yes, it was sensitive information) for about four years worth of stuff.  So I didn't accomplish much of anything else (filled the shredder about five times though), but it was satisfying to get my office less full of boxes and putting the files away.

Now, if I could just get that feeling about the papers laying around my house.  They just keep coming.  School papers, ads from the mail, bills, stuff I need to make a decision or take action on.  I also need to finish taxes.  They are almost done, but need to force myself to do them.

Remember my organization from several weeks ago? Ok, maybe a few months ago already.  Yeah, that lasted about a week.

Friday, April 8, 2011

I dreamed a dream

This political fighting is getting to me.  It's haunting me in my dreams.

I am in a train car with separate compartments.  I happen to be in a compartment with Speaker of the House Boehner and Senate Majority Leader Reid.  I find I have a unique opportunity to speak to these two gentlemen.  I start off by saying that I'm disgusted with the fact that they cannot work together to come up with a compromise.  I state that life is full of compromises and we don't always get what we want.  In fact, people who compromise are valued for their ability to do so.  I'm tired of the bullying and standing off.  Both men just sit and stare at me.  I wax more poetic, telling them that I have a bachelor's and two master's degrees, and I can work with people to get things done.  Then I say, but I don't need those to know that working together is better than not.  All this I learned in kindergarten.  Then I round on Mr. Speaker, telling him that he should play well with others, and learn to share and that kindergarteners get this better than he does.  Then I yell at them both for sitting in their offices, getting perks, privileges, and extra money, just for having been elected.  I said they were out of touch and no politician really knows about what they do and how it affects people.  I said they didn't deserve the salaries and the high paying friends they had because they weren't getting the job done.
I woke up, still angry about the fact that these elected representatives aren't doing us a bit of good.  I started wondering if we needed to limit Congressional terms as well.  If they aren't worrying about getting re-elected, would they instead think ahead to the future and be brave enough to make the tough decisions to get us out of this mess.

The commission on the budget has said we need to change Social Security and Medicare.  They have suggested raising the age of retirement.  They have also said to get us out of debt, we need to increase taxes.  I'm sorry people, the reason why the banks failed was because too many Americans were over-extended.  But there's no incentive to save.  Not when savings rates are 1.35% and that's on a CD.  Do you remember when you could get 5% on checking?  Yes, really, on checking!!!  Instead of getting more credit people, we have to spend our hard earned money.  Yup, which means also the government needs our hard earned money to get out of debt.  We can't keep living in lalaland thinking we are going to get out of this by cutting what we spend.  Eventually, in a household, you don't eat, or don't drive your car, or don't pay your doctor bills.  Then the household will implode.  Not going to work for the government, either.  It's going to hurt and if people on the left would quit crying about the entitlements, buck up and say, hey, ok, we'll raise the age limits and cut back some, and those on the right, if they would quit hollering, no taxes (I'm sorry guys, your hero Ron Reagan raised your taxes.  He didn't like it, but he did it.  He and Tip came to an understanding. So if you're going to be all excited about him, remember, he PLAYED WELL WITH OTHERS).  Right wingers, we cannot be policemen of the world and spend our money on the military if you're not going to pay for it!

So, I'm thinking, I'm tired of politicians.  I would like to see the regular folks say, enough is enough.  And I mean moderates, not Tea Party unknowns or extreme liberals.  Moderates, who would think about running for office, think about only staying in one term, and if enough of us got there, would we be able to tackle the hard questions, talk civilly to each other and come to a compromise?  I would hope so.  But civilly minded people don't run for office.   Winners run for office, and they want to keep winning and have their opinions win.

It is getting so divided.  I will admit it, I find myself being a hater.  I hate being angry at the TV, angry at the person who votes against me or my position, angry at the people who won't work together, tense because I'm judging people before I really should, just because they are of a certain party.  I am tired of extremes.  I want a civil conversation.  I want my conversation to have give and take and, in the end, I want both groups to say, hey, that was a lot of hard work, but we each got a say and what we produced is something we ALL can be proud of.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Random Tuesday--Spring Edition

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While you are reading this, I am in a water park with my kids.  The water park has a flow rider.  I want to try to fake surf.

I love how my kids love America's Funniest Videos.  It's so cute to listen to them laugh.

Julie/Julia was a really good movie.  I should check out the book.  This is courtesy of the fact that our satellite provider has all the Starz channels on complimentary for a year.  Something about being their 30th year in business (really 30 years?).  So we're seeing movies that were out recently.  Many of them I am glad I never spent the money in the theatre for.

My ideal job would be to go antique picking.  If I could go with Mike and Frank on the History Channel, that would be a blast!

I'm trying out NoScript to protect myself from getting clickjacked on Facebook.  Do you know what clickjacking is?  Neither do I, I have no idea how it happens, but maybe it won't happen now.  If anyone knows anything more let me know.

Go, be random!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Random Tuesday--Getting out of the shadows

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Ok, I could talk about this, but I think we all know what's going on there, so we'll let others deal with it for now.

Instead, I'd like to talk about The King's Speech.  A movie I have not seen, but desperately want to.  But I am so happy one of my favorite actors got an Oscar.

  Very handsome and modest.

From here.


What else? Oh, I guess my book won't take as long as this.  At least I hope not.

And today is the first day of  metereological spring.  Yay!  February is over, March is in like a lamb and I really, really, really want a new bike.  I'm thinking Trek women specific design.  Trek is made in my home state, I think I should put my money back into my state.

If a person has a master's degree, how much money do you think they should be making annually?  $30k? $40K? $50K? $60K?  I suppose you will say, well it all depends on what you do.  But, if everyone with masters has to take 60 hours of credit and write a thesis, no matter what the subject, and have to pay the tuition and fees, what should they have to show for it at the end?  And if they shouldn't need a master's, then what is the case for postgraduate education?  What is the purpose?

(Yeah, the ulterior motive is I want to see if I'm making what other people think I'm worth.  I have two masters by the way.)  And if you haven't seen Keely, head over to the UnMom via the ugly button at the top.