My mom called at about 7pm to let me know my gramma died tonight. Apparently my uncle went downstairs to watch the 6 o'clock news with her, like always, and she had died in her chair. Exactly the way my gramma found my grampa when he died.

She wasn't sick other than some arthritis in her knees so this is rather a shock. I just keep imagining her voice calling my name. She had that funny little Polish accent and said my name funny. I'd post a photo but they are on my dad's computer at home. I still haven't had the time to get them on my jump drive.

I'm so very sad.

Aqua Mouse took a huge crap the other day. A violent eruption of boiling toxic green and choking clouds of smoke made me want to cry. I think my sister made a record for the most lightening quick move by a pregnant lady when she jumped out of her seat and out of the garage in under 3 seconds. Of course my reaction was slightly different. I just sat in my seat and thought,'damn, I think my car is on fire'. Sigh.

The official bike riding commute was established as a result of this unpleasantry. I knew I needed to start riding because I can't afford gasoline to feed Aqua Mouse, but this was the foot in the ass I needed.

So (e:Nejifer) agreed to make a test run out to Canisius with me yesterday. I wanted to see how long it would take me and what my best route would be. I have a pump for my tires but Limey Mouse, my old skool retro Schwinn of equal squeakiness, requires 90psi and I simply don't have the muscle to reach those numbers.

First, a walk to A Plus to use the air pump. I really don't like walking my bike. It's a strange contradiction. We get to A Plus only to find the air pump is out of order. So I had to walk a few more blocks down to Mobil. I'm sorry but I think 75 cents for 2 minutes of air is absurd. Whatever happened to the days of free air?

Even with the air pump reaching 90psi was tough, so it cost me $1.50 worth of air to get there. I'm not bold enough to just let it fill. I keep stopping to check the pressure because I don't fancy a tire blowing up in my face.

All squared away, we cruise down to Delevan and head to school. Limey Mouse isn't made for potholes and gravel. It was a tricky ride. We cut through Forrest Lawn at the corner to enjoy a change of scenery and a few hills.

Took a break and had some water, then set the compass for home. Half-way through Forrest Lawn I realized I was putting out too much effort. I looked down to find a flat rear tire. Karumba! Crossed Deleware and dropped more change to re-inflate the rear tire. Made it home on cranky breaks and a continuous leak.

Aqua Mouse is broken. Limey Mouse is broken. I seem to have a thing for squeaky modes of transportation that don't work so well. What's a girl to do? I would drop a lot of money to fix up Limey Mouse. Aqua Mouse is out of the question. So...I had to buy a new bike. While I enjoyed Limey Mouse's look, I've always been a mountain biking kind of girl.

Essentially, I combined the two. I got a Schwinn Jaguar with incredibly high handle bars and super fat (or phat) tires. At least now I can go up and down curbs and over trails.

So, if you see a girl in black with a black helmet, don't run me over.
Ciao.

when you're walking down the street

On the way to brunch yesterday, which is now a Sunday noon tradition, I saw Chris (aka fake tanner boy) riding his bike. Then I saw (e:Metalpeter) walking to the bank, so I yelled at him. Then I saw (e:Libertad) walk by with some girl. So I set a goal to see at least 10 people I know.

After brunch we walked to Allentown. I love that I can walk out of my apartment and do these things. No 20 minute drive, no planning, I can just grab my keys and go. Right, so when I got the the fest, I ran into (e:Enknot), (e:Paul), (e:Matthew), (e:Terry) and (e:Holly). Wow, up to 8 already!

Then Jen took me to Target because Aqua Mouse took a huge dump yesterday. On the way there I spotted (e:Pyrcedgirl) and (e:Theecarey). 10- goal reached!

Boring, I know. I just don't feel like talking about how sad I am.

Watching the US v Czech Republic game right now. No surprise they are kicking our asses. I don't think the US stands a chance against their grouping.

In some good news they finally found the nature of my nephew Max's mystery lumps and rash. It turns out he is allergic to cats and dogs. My sister has 2 cats and a dog. It's sad they have to give them away, but little Max can't live with them.

My friend Cory called me from his internship in Dallas. We talked for an hour! I can't remember the last time I talked on the phone that long. It was a nice surprise.

My mind is all over the show so I'm going to stop talking now. Ciao.

I saw a man on the corner of my street by the KFC wearing a devil costume. He was holding a sign that said KFC is HELL for chickens. Ciao.

I want to send out my thanks to (e:Leetee) for the tremendous amount of help you gave me in moving. It's a shitty job and I am very grateful for your assistance. Two loooong days of moving back and forth to Hamburg craming tiny Aqua Mouse to the brim. I'd still be moving if it weren't for you!!! Also thanks to (e:Jason) for helping move a load with your car. I know you were very tired so I appreciate that you came to help out while you could.

The apartment is coming along nicely. We still have work to do in putting things together, but we should finish it off this weekend. The place is lovely. Our landlord is way cool, and as it turns out, he was also (e:Robin)'s landlord. Small world.

I got zonked on the head by a falling 2x4 during the move and have been nursing a mild concusion for a few days.

Marched with (e:Libertad)'s Buddhist group in the Pride Parade and had a great time.

That's about all I have time for right now, still much unpacking to do. Ciao!