I locked my keys in my car this evening when I was downtown for a simple little outing to see one of my favorite local bands, Roma Di Luna. Luckily, Handsome Randy was doing sound for the show so when their set was done I grabbed his house keys & jumped in a cab en route to our house to retrieve my spare car key & then back to the club to return his keys & drive my car home.
Whenever I take a cab I have a tendency to chat up the driver, "How's you're night going? Is it busy?" etc. Hakeem (the cab driver I had this evening) & I hit it off pretty good tonight. My "How's you're night so far?" ice breaker led to a fantastic discussion covering a range of topics including the 08' presidential election to the hassles our families give us for not being married at our ripe ages of 27 & 28 (his family hassles him much more than mine) to our favorite neighborhoods to live in Minneapolis & why we love them. All of this in 20 minutes. We had so much to say that when we arrived at my car we sat in the cab for a couple minutes finishing up our conversation. Funny. He graciously allowed me to take his photo & we said good-bye. xoxx
31 March 2007
30 March 2007
the green goose & the havoc she reaps
I've had my driver's license for about 11 years. In those years I have had 4 cars: 1 mazda, 2 Subarus & my current, a Ford affectionately named "The Green Goose" by my handsome partner in crime.
I have been in 3 accidents involving other vehicles. One was my fault, one wasn't & the other was winter's fault (icy, icy road). I have had my lovely Ford Thunderbird (The Green Goose, TGG) for nearly 2 years. TGG has never been in an acident involving another vehicle, though she has managed to be involve herself in other kinds. In the time I have owned this car I have managed to hit not one, but three inanimate objects involving backing out of parking spaces. WTF?! The first time I was super tired & I "forgot" that there was a pole to the left of my car as I backed out of an underground parking space turning a little too soon(who needs poles in underground parking ramps?!). I made a nice little dent just past the driver's side door. This was in August, 2005. The next one occured in December, 2006. It was a similar situation though I wasn't tired, I was christmas shopping & I swear to you, this pole moved a few inches towards TGG while I was shopping. I clipped the driver's side front corner pretty good. No light bulbs were broken, but the cover of my parking light did fall off. The most recent (& hopefully final) occured this afternoon.
I was pulling TGG out of our garage & began to turn about 6 inches too early. Needless to say, I tore the trim from the garage & made yet another dent in my car, this time the passenger's side corner. I really, really need to tell my landlord about it. The garage as a structure is fine. The door closes fine...but the trim..sheesh. well, you can see it.
My car? Oh whatever. Once upon a time I took pride in it. That went away after hitting pole number 2 & after this afternoon's incident I have begun to seriously think about purchasing a new car. Not because I want a new car to dent up; I really have never done this to a car before. These dents are really not my fault, they're TGG's fault. She's too big for me. Bigger than any other car I've had before & I need to go back to a smaller, japanese car. A Subaru Impreza Outback - I'm hoping for October. I'll keep you posted. xoxx
I have been in 3 accidents involving other vehicles. One was my fault, one wasn't & the other was winter's fault (icy, icy road). I have had my lovely Ford Thunderbird (The Green Goose, TGG) for nearly 2 years. TGG has never been in an acident involving another vehicle, though she has managed to be involve herself in other kinds. In the time I have owned this car I have managed to hit not one, but three inanimate objects involving backing out of parking spaces. WTF?! The first time I was super tired & I "forgot" that there was a pole to the left of my car as I backed out of an underground parking space turning a little too soon(who needs poles in underground parking ramps?!). I made a nice little dent just past the driver's side door. This was in August, 2005. The next one occured in December, 2006. It was a similar situation though I wasn't tired, I was christmas shopping & I swear to you, this pole moved a few inches towards TGG while I was shopping. I clipped the driver's side front corner pretty good. No light bulbs were broken, but the cover of my parking light did fall off. The most recent (& hopefully final) occured this afternoon.
I was pulling TGG out of our garage & began to turn about 6 inches too early. Needless to say, I tore the trim from the garage & made yet another dent in my car, this time the passenger's side corner. I really, really need to tell my landlord about it. The garage as a structure is fine. The door closes fine...but the trim..sheesh. well, you can see it.
My car? Oh whatever. Once upon a time I took pride in it. That went away after hitting pole number 2 & after this afternoon's incident I have begun to seriously think about purchasing a new car. Not because I want a new car to dent up; I really have never done this to a car before. These dents are really not my fault, they're TGG's fault. She's too big for me. Bigger than any other car I've had before & I need to go back to a smaller, japanese car. A Subaru Impreza Outback - I'm hoping for October. I'll keep you posted. xoxx
28 March 2007
bus fights & growing up in the city
aah. fights on the bus. remember those back in school years when kids would get into fights on the bus? I was forced to go down memory lane a little more than I cared to this afternoon when a man bantering with some women standing near me insulted another man a few rows up. i was smack dab in the middle of both of them. sweet.
a couple of interesting things occurred in my mind as the threat of a fight lingered between "get up, bitch!" and "let's get off the motherfucking bus then!":
**I should stop them. No I shouldn't; I am not at work. This is not a bar fight. I am an mtc passenger right now. someone else should stop them. who are they with? (looking around, trying to be low key).
**Why isn't the bus driver intervening? (As though I was back in my school years on a yellow bus - no these men would not be written up & sent to the behavoir room when we all arrived at our destinations). The bus driver was probably not intervening because she either wasn't aware of the situation in the very back of her bus or because she was waiting it out to see if a fight would indeed occur.
**I hope these guys don't have any weapons..I am in the middle of this. There have been those recent violent incidents on buses lately.
I immediatly thought myself as a scaredy cat & mentally slapped my hand for these thoughts, specifically the last one.
I like to think of myself as pretty street smart. I grew up in the city. I went to city schools. I waded through fights in my high school hallway & sometimes I still remember some of the more severe ones. As I grew up my peers and I were very much aware of the stigma our inner city school system had & thrived on it when we encountered suburban kids on field trips such as college fairs & The Festival of Nations. Nearly 11 years out of high school I chuckle at this. But none the less, those experiences have shaped my adult self to shrug off warnings against waiting at certain bus stops downtown or riding my bicycle home late at night. And in that one moment on the bus today when I was legitimately concerned for my safety, I scoffed at my own fears.
In the end the man who was insulted was shooed off the bus by his friends all of whom challenged the other man to get off too and see what might happen. He did not & I was relieved. No punches were thrown. No weapons were brandished. I stood up & went to the front of the bus getting off a stop early. As I walked home I thought about it all. A very minor incident in the big scheme of things. But my attitude haunted me. There's a little bit of self rightousness there on my part. And I guess I need to work on that. xoxx.
a couple of interesting things occurred in my mind as the threat of a fight lingered between "get up, bitch!" and "let's get off the motherfucking bus then!":
**I should stop them. No I shouldn't; I am not at work. This is not a bar fight. I am an mtc passenger right now. someone else should stop them. who are they with? (looking around, trying to be low key).
**Why isn't the bus driver intervening? (As though I was back in my school years on a yellow bus - no these men would not be written up & sent to the behavoir room when we all arrived at our destinations). The bus driver was probably not intervening because she either wasn't aware of the situation in the very back of her bus or because she was waiting it out to see if a fight would indeed occur.
**I hope these guys don't have any weapons..I am in the middle of this. There have been those recent violent incidents on buses lately.
I immediatly thought myself as a scaredy cat & mentally slapped my hand for these thoughts, specifically the last one.
I like to think of myself as pretty street smart. I grew up in the city. I went to city schools. I waded through fights in my high school hallway & sometimes I still remember some of the more severe ones. As I grew up my peers and I were very much aware of the stigma our inner city school system had & thrived on it when we encountered suburban kids on field trips such as college fairs & The Festival of Nations. Nearly 11 years out of high school I chuckle at this. But none the less, those experiences have shaped my adult self to shrug off warnings against waiting at certain bus stops downtown or riding my bicycle home late at night. And in that one moment on the bus today when I was legitimately concerned for my safety, I scoffed at my own fears.
In the end the man who was insulted was shooed off the bus by his friends all of whom challenged the other man to get off too and see what might happen. He did not & I was relieved. No punches were thrown. No weapons were brandished. I stood up & went to the front of the bus getting off a stop early. As I walked home I thought about it all. A very minor incident in the big scheme of things. But my attitude haunted me. There's a little bit of self rightousness there on my part. And I guess I need to work on that. xoxx.
dancez vous
so my new fantastic camera has led to photo shoots all night long. this is my fav. I set up my tripod & put the automatic timer on and danced! this is a perfect illustration of how happy i am to have my new camera...xoxx
bitten by the crabby bug.
so. i didn't sleep well last night. the night before i went to bed an hour before i had to get up. this contributed greatly to a crabby state today. all day long: through out my shift at work, my planned lunch outing with colleagues, the much anticipated afternoon meeting and even through a visit with a colleague and her brand new one week old (& incredibly adorable) baby girl.
crabby. crabby. crabby. crabby.
i arrive at home with a nap and a snack on my mind & I see it. A big box addressed to me. my new camera! i am elated and so my night of photo sessions begins & amazingly, my crabbiness disappears.
xoxx.
crabby. crabby. crabby. crabby.
i arrive at home with a nap and a snack on my mind & I see it. A big box addressed to me. my new camera! i am elated and so my night of photo sessions begins & amazingly, my crabbiness disappears.
xoxx.
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