Rooftop

After failing to hit 50 bike-to-work rides in 2005, I vowed to make 2006 the year of 50 rides. Well, tallied up, I only made it to 36 rides to work this year. I was easily on target until July when I hurt my knee and had to take a break, then Ella was born and I had a month of not going to work. Um… Maybe 2007?

Lazy, cheap, and later than usual. Yep, our 2006 opt-in Christmas card is now done.

Thanks to my sister for the photo.

The CCM on Michelle’s car died on Monday and we were able to get it repaired quickly and get a new serpentine belt installed and life was good (thanks to that extended warranty we purchased). Today just as we arrived home we started to smell burnt toffee, then burnt rubber. Then some weird noise started eminating from the frontal area of the car similar to belt/pulley noises. We popped the hood and sure enough, the smell was from our car, and the coolant overflow was boiling. Got it back to the dealer (who slipped us in thanks to a friend) and they’ve already located the problems and started working with the warranty and parts folks to make the repairs.

I’ve never really had the “friend at the …” hookup before and recently I’ve discovered the joy of it. There have been times in the past where someone got me a free Mr. Dilly bar, but my guilt kept me from enjoying it. This stuff is guilt free. We just have to thank them properly.

Joe and Lindsay brought over lunch last week while I was home with Ella and I offered them pickles, something I used to hate. Lindsay also used to dislike them and mentioned that it was one of the “one a year” food items that she adds back to her repitoir. I’ve noticed the same thing with my diet; with the exception of peas, most of the food I hated as a child I now enjoy. Pickles, mustard, olives, horseradish, spinach, dark poultry meat, and so forth. Most of the items have very strong flavors, which I imagine has something to do with the change.

Oh, I still hate liver.