It's too horrible to even post. I'm going to fetch a road bike, get my head together and tell you why EVERY airline that has/had tried to merge with US Airlines goes under. And will continue to do so! FOREVER!
Good night!
10.31.2005
10.30.2005
On the plane again!
So after much preparing and pruning of items to pack. I'm finally down to an average of five to seven shirts and pants, and practically all of my cycling clothes.
I'm glad the clocks fell back an hour, which gave me time to do laundry, shop, wash, and arrange some personal cycling gear. Just as a precaution. For a sunny Sunday not many people are the on road so it took us an hour and ten minutes to get to the airport. In order to keep the little one under-budget I told my roommate not to park at the airport, but to go home. I don't want her crying cause I'm travelling. She's such an emotional human. This allows me to do some airmall shopping, which I did after going through security screening.
It was fun. I informed them that I have a leg brace and that I'm unable to take off my shoes. As well, the brace has four layers of metal springs. So I was padded down by a young lady and picked up my laptop, which would not come on after the second try! So I'm thinking this had better work because I'm carrying a two pound paperweight laptop. It came on after the third try and my cellphone works, but I haven't tried T3 and my free BT headset. It's a get-up from T-Mobile's To Go, no contract plan. I love this; use it only when you need it!
So I headed straight to the 'Palm' store to pick up an iGo power converter, because currently my laptop battery's only holding two hours of juice. So the guys at Airport Wireless/Palm paired the laptop and portable charger together for PBG=412 and the T3. It actually costs less than the prepackaged outfit iGo offers.
So I asked Justin and Jeremy where's the wireless port in the hub and they pointed me to the direction all the way down the corridor near information. Since the laptop was already out of my backpack I turned her on and jumped on the moving floor/escalator. One woman laughed and we started a brief conversation about me searching for a strong signal, but I found it!
Currently it's quiet and bare in the B corridor, but picking up a bit. I like that, but I'm also hungry and think I should get moving so that I will not have to use the facilities on the airplane. I can't recall the movie, but have you noticed airplane flicks always have something wrong going on in the bathroom? As a little girl I wouldn't use the facilities in the Winnebago when dad took us on trips. My suggestion only if it's attached to a central plumbing system will I use it, but I've learned to camp, hardcore' so forget the outhouse!
Well, it's time to check email, eat and ready to board my flight to New England. Unfortunately, I'm connecting in Philly instead of flying to O'Hare then to New England, but I haven't done this since a I was a little girl. Flying solo can be fun and sometimes lonely unless you meet a friendly person.
So Ciao until Philly!
I'm glad the clocks fell back an hour, which gave me time to do laundry, shop, wash, and arrange some personal cycling gear. Just as a precaution. For a sunny Sunday not many people are the on road so it took us an hour and ten minutes to get to the airport. In order to keep the little one under-budget I told my roommate not to park at the airport, but to go home. I don't want her crying cause I'm travelling. She's such an emotional human. This allows me to do some airmall shopping, which I did after going through security screening.
It was fun. I informed them that I have a leg brace and that I'm unable to take off my shoes. As well, the brace has four layers of metal springs. So I was padded down by a young lady and picked up my laptop, which would not come on after the second try! So I'm thinking this had better work because I'm carrying a two pound paperweight laptop. It came on after the third try and my cellphone works, but I haven't tried T3 and my free BT headset. It's a get-up from T-Mobile's To Go, no contract plan. I love this; use it only when you need it!
So I headed straight to the 'Palm' store to pick up an iGo power converter, because currently my laptop battery's only holding two hours of juice. So the guys at Airport Wireless/Palm paired the laptop and portable charger together for PBG=412 and the T3. It actually costs less than the prepackaged outfit iGo offers.
So I asked Justin and Jeremy where's the wireless port in the hub and they pointed me to the direction all the way down the corridor near information. Since the laptop was already out of my backpack I turned her on and jumped on the moving floor/escalator. One woman laughed and we started a brief conversation about me searching for a strong signal, but I found it!
Currently it's quiet and bare in the B corridor, but picking up a bit. I like that, but I'm also hungry and think I should get moving so that I will not have to use the facilities on the airplane. I can't recall the movie, but have you noticed airplane flicks always have something wrong going on in the bathroom? As a little girl I wouldn't use the facilities in the Winnebago when dad took us on trips. My suggestion only if it's attached to a central plumbing system will I use it, but I've learned to camp, hardcore' so forget the outhouse!
Well, it's time to check email, eat and ready to board my flight to New England. Unfortunately, I'm connecting in Philly instead of flying to O'Hare then to New England, but I haven't done this since a I was a little girl. Flying solo can be fun and sometimes lonely unless you meet a friendly person.
So Ciao until Philly!
10.26.2005
Sidetracked!
Last night at school there was just so much going on in my head with traveling to New England that I dumped out three long postings. Yet there are times when your best made plans go awry. You'll have to check back in the future for those three reports, which will include this late fall season of travel.
After not having much success at Carnegie library's wi-fi I decided to visit one of my favorite eateries in Pittsburgh, Hotdogma! Yesterday was there anniversary of continuing a year of clean-dog-eating success. They're so good that they will be featured on The Food Network, on Tuesday, November 8th at 9:30 p.m., EST (check your local listing). I hope I'm near cable-access as that's a travel day for me from home. Airports still have those pay-tv-chairs don't they?
Of course I just dated myself. So my former boss' life-partner shows up and boy am I shocked. I thought engineers worked until blood flowed from their pores. Well it was sweet to see him. I didn't hug him as I usually greet people I miss for long periods of time. Strange. We chatted for a hot second, but I knew he needed peace and quiet from people, ringing phones and etc. so if there were any questions posed they would have to come from him. It was a quiet lunch until the question arose of how I knew one of the owners. Total chance that we're from neighboring counties in NJ. I thought it was really cool to see him wearing a hoodie with 'JERSEY PRIDE' plastered on the back. Oh I'm all emotional.
Well classes are out and it's time to head to South Side Works Cheesecake Factory. Mmmm!
Ciao!
After not having much success at Carnegie library's wi-fi I decided to visit one of my favorite eateries in Pittsburgh, Hotdogma! Yesterday was there anniversary of continuing a year of clean-dog-eating success. They're so good that they will be featured on The Food Network, on Tuesday, November 8th at 9:30 p.m., EST (check your local listing). I hope I'm near cable-access as that's a travel day for me from home. Airports still have those pay-tv-chairs don't they?
Of course I just dated myself. So my former boss' life-partner shows up and boy am I shocked. I thought engineers worked until blood flowed from their pores. Well it was sweet to see him. I didn't hug him as I usually greet people I miss for long periods of time. Strange. We chatted for a hot second, but I knew he needed peace and quiet from people, ringing phones and etc. so if there were any questions posed they would have to come from him. It was a quiet lunch until the question arose of how I knew one of the owners. Total chance that we're from neighboring counties in NJ. I thought it was really cool to see him wearing a hoodie with 'JERSEY PRIDE' plastered on the back. Oh I'm all emotional.
Well classes are out and it's time to head to South Side Works Cheesecake Factory. Mmmm!
Ciao!
10.20.2005
Powerbook G4 can ride any time
I've finally made the committment. Ever since the early 80's I had wanted to own my own Apple product. I almost obtained one of Apples first notebooks, but I was veered away as any money would be for school and the responsibility of paying rent while living at home. Oh the lessons we try to teach kids when all they truly want to do is enjoy their time not being an adult.
So now, almost 40, I gave Steve Jobs some gas money for the next four to six months. I hope he's not driving an SUV. So I'm sitting in the library streaming FM rock stations. Ozzy just ended and Eric Clapton's covering the legendary Bob Marley and family.
I had to decide to either obtain a cellphone, since someone lifted my battery from my seatbag in Squirrel Hill, another Palm, or just do a combination. So my next and final gadget will be Palm's Treo 650.
If I don't ride daily I'm unable to get a good nights rest. So last night the infamous bathroom marathon ensued (I had water, apple and oj before bed). Drinking water and apple juice is fine, but orange juice (which I LOVE) runs to my bladder faster than a doberman chasing a cat. So last night I watched Breaking Away until 5 a.m. and went back to sleep.
So now to update Palm and other softwares and downloads. This is going to be interested.
Oh well, lunch time! Chinese sounds good right now.
Keep riding.
So now, almost 40, I gave Steve Jobs some gas money for the next four to six months. I hope he's not driving an SUV. So I'm sitting in the library streaming FM rock stations. Ozzy just ended and Eric Clapton's covering the legendary Bob Marley and family.
I had to decide to either obtain a cellphone, since someone lifted my battery from my seatbag in Squirrel Hill, another Palm, or just do a combination. So my next and final gadget will be Palm's Treo 650.
If I don't ride daily I'm unable to get a good nights rest. So last night the infamous bathroom marathon ensued (I had water, apple and oj before bed). Drinking water and apple juice is fine, but orange juice (which I LOVE) runs to my bladder faster than a doberman chasing a cat. So last night I watched Breaking Away until 5 a.m. and went back to sleep.
So now to update Palm and other softwares and downloads. This is going to be interested.
Oh well, lunch time! Chinese sounds good right now.
Keep riding.
10.18.2005
Eating, riding and meeting....The South Side Works
Well it's another day and I need to ride. A previous spill is challenging my spin for my right knee. Preparing to ride outdoors this fall and winter is proving to be a challenge already. The need for tights, gloves, base layers, buffs, warm long-sleeve jerseys, and wind- and rain-proof gear has escaped my fingers until now. Prior to heading to Pitt I went to the local Hoss's restaurant, which has a fabulous open salad-bar, for lunch with my roommate and could not believe my eyes. It's Tuesday and they've put the Taco Salad back in the mix. So I piled half my plate with a mix of Ceaser salad, a quarter of potato salad, and the rest with the delicious Taco salad. My side plate included...meat. Ugh! I've fallen off the wagon after almost three weeks of no beef. I even had dessert: one-inch square fudge brownies. These I hid in my backpack as a treat after the nights ride.
So this is my first time riding on the Southside and I know that there's a bike trail, but it partially paved and tiny crushed stone. I rode the Eliza trail, walked the Grant Street bridge and took as many back streets off Carson to avoid buses and gas-guzzling suv's. From time to time the only option was to hoof it.
Finally arrived on South 27th to visit the local REI. Oh, my former boss opened a store too, Kenneth Cole NY. I chatted with the manager one of the keys then zig-zagged my way down the block to continue my quest. I arrived at my destination a 6:30 and it's really dark now. Met by knowledgeable staff and a former colleague that works there part-time. I grabbed a pair of men's long-sleeved gloves, three Buff's and a few cycling dolls. Still no proper clothing for Women with Curves. Oh well!
I eventually pushed my way to my bike and met a lovely young lady and her friends who ride in Crit-Mass. I was totally afraid to ride at night, let alone by myself so I asked her about the trail and if they would get me back to the bridge. They agreed. I'm screaming inside with joy. We tried to take the trail back, but it's unlit and too much gravel. A detour back to Carson and it was fabulous until we encountered a guy in a blue pick-up.
Now I understand. We're moving vehicles and abiding by the law of the road. Then a kid on a motorcycle proceeded to burst our ear drums to show his lack of patience. It was a fabulous ride until Seth's rear tube opened, but even that experience was great. More of their riding friends showed up. I'm glad I was with them because none of them had a patch or anything. I practically emptied my pack on the sidewalk and invited him to use any and all that I had to get him rolling again. This kid's good...less then 10 minutes with only the use of my headlamp to see. To be young with unfailing eyes. We continued and two blocks from the bridge the patch peaked through his tire. Now we definitely can't go on. So Pepi and I ride down. As we ride I bog him down with a billion questions about his new track bike and all sorts of riding propaganda. It's a one-of-a-kind by a local framer. It's a beauty!
As I walk across the bridge I begin to think about the next Crit ride sometime this month wondering if they will be there, but it's Halloween. No I do not celebrate any inkling of such evil-ness. So I locate the car, secure the bike and walk to school to locate my friends. They're still in class so I check my email to find Bike-Pgh is having a special event this coming Thursday night, and a ride to accompany. Definitely have to get those tights washed cause it's going to be freezing down near the waters.
So now I'm extremely excited about riding and wondering will I even need those long-finger gloves I picked up. With such fabulous group riding the warmth from inside can keep my digits comfy. Oh and using Pedro's Ice Wax helps too.
Ciao!
So this is my first time riding on the Southside and I know that there's a bike trail, but it partially paved and tiny crushed stone. I rode the Eliza trail, walked the Grant Street bridge and took as many back streets off Carson to avoid buses and gas-guzzling suv's. From time to time the only option was to hoof it.
Finally arrived on South 27th to visit the local REI. Oh, my former boss opened a store too, Kenneth Cole NY. I chatted with the manager one of the keys then zig-zagged my way down the block to continue my quest. I arrived at my destination a 6:30 and it's really dark now. Met by knowledgeable staff and a former colleague that works there part-time. I grabbed a pair of men's long-sleeved gloves, three Buff's and a few cycling dolls. Still no proper clothing for Women with Curves. Oh well!
I eventually pushed my way to my bike and met a lovely young lady and her friends who ride in Crit-Mass. I was totally afraid to ride at night, let alone by myself so I asked her about the trail and if they would get me back to the bridge. They agreed. I'm screaming inside with joy. We tried to take the trail back, but it's unlit and too much gravel. A detour back to Carson and it was fabulous until we encountered a guy in a blue pick-up.
Now I understand. We're moving vehicles and abiding by the law of the road. Then a kid on a motorcycle proceeded to burst our ear drums to show his lack of patience. It was a fabulous ride until Seth's rear tube opened, but even that experience was great. More of their riding friends showed up. I'm glad I was with them because none of them had a patch or anything. I practically emptied my pack on the sidewalk and invited him to use any and all that I had to get him rolling again. This kid's good...less then 10 minutes with only the use of my headlamp to see. To be young with unfailing eyes. We continued and two blocks from the bridge the patch peaked through his tire. Now we definitely can't go on. So Pepi and I ride down. As we ride I bog him down with a billion questions about his new track bike and all sorts of riding propaganda. It's a one-of-a-kind by a local framer. It's a beauty!
As I walk across the bridge I begin to think about the next Crit ride sometime this month wondering if they will be there, but it's Halloween. No I do not celebrate any inkling of such evil-ness. So I locate the car, secure the bike and walk to school to locate my friends. They're still in class so I check my email to find Bike-Pgh is having a special event this coming Thursday night, and a ride to accompany. Definitely have to get those tights washed cause it's going to be freezing down near the waters.
So now I'm extremely excited about riding and wondering will I even need those long-finger gloves I picked up. With such fabulous group riding the warmth from inside can keep my digits comfy. Oh and using Pedro's Ice Wax helps too.
Ciao!
10.10.2005
Somethings hurting
The human perception of affection, admiration or infatuation.
One of these three items tampers with my ride
Twenty miles to view a pair of eyes, shaved legs, lightly-tanned body
just for grumpiness.
No inter-action
We're adults for goodness sake
Why is my breathing so stripped just to speak?
A throbbing in my head and chest
Did I just complete a century?
My pulse pounds between my ears, my eyes.. my throat
I'm choking just to speak to you.
Something about you makes me beckon to question your lifes journey.
Are you hurt?
Why?
Who?
When?
You may have my ear to chew your aspirations or the road.
Explore your disappointments, share dry vino to accompany your dry-wet laughter.
12 out of 12 is a beautiful number.
Hello, my name is six
excuse me, my breathing is stripped
Please to meet you my love.
admiring from close-up and a distance can make you chew some road when you're out of your league.
One of these three items tampers with my ride
Twenty miles to view a pair of eyes, shaved legs, lightly-tanned body
just for grumpiness.
No inter-action
We're adults for goodness sake
Why is my breathing so stripped just to speak?
A throbbing in my head and chest
Did I just complete a century?
My pulse pounds between my ears, my eyes.. my throat
I'm choking just to speak to you.
Something about you makes me beckon to question your lifes journey.
Are you hurt?
Why?
Who?
When?
You may have my ear to chew your aspirations or the road.
Explore your disappointments, share dry vino to accompany your dry-wet laughter.
12 out of 12 is a beautiful number.
Hello, my name is six
excuse me, my breathing is stripped
Please to meet you my love.
admiring from close-up and a distance can make you chew some road when you're out of your league.
10.06.2005
Retract! It's 3a.m. in the morning!
Oh No!! It poored raining the remnants of a hurricane. I'm sitting in the window watching the rain, birds and trees change ...
Well it's been a very productive EARLY morning since my roommate couldn't sleep. Either too excited about an upcoming MRI or that this is her first week back to school, which will end in the summer of 2007.
So instead of going back to sleep I jumped online, went food shopping and the 24-hour Walmart and went for a evening/morning walk at 5 a.m. with the stars still shining in the sky.
Well it's almost 7 a.m. and we're at the local 24-hour Kinko's. When did almost everything begin offering 24-hour service? Gasoline, supermarkets, copy/print shops, and McDonald's. The next big 24-hour service will either entail a Bally's or bike shop. Maybe even a bookstore.
So my next morning venture will be to ride 12 miles into town and back. I've actually been riding the last few days trying different drinks since it's difficult to locate some bottled Accelerade. I think I'll visit their shop during the holidays and grab a case and probably one of their new flavors. This 'Orange' is not helping...with the smell and chugga-lugging. I might as well drink that swill called Gatorade.
So I've broke down and went shopping for winter clothes at , , and , after purchase my bike cargo case from since my local LBS cost was a bit more than I can handle.
Looking to travel to New England and then the beginning of next year will be school for me on the west coast. I refuse to leave town without Felty. We've been up and down these southwestern PA hills for over 155 miles. Eventually, I will upgrade my account with this years miles.
But catch this! My favorite Bicycling contributing writer, , is registered here too. Woohoo! Just call me a groupie.
I guess if you are someone then you are registered there to keep track of your mileage, LBS, clubs, rides and buy a snazzy looking site jersey.
Well I'm off for some paved road. I hope you are too.
Ciao Bella/Bello
Well it's been a very productive EARLY morning since my roommate couldn't sleep. Either too excited about an upcoming MRI or that this is her first week back to school, which will end in the summer of 2007.
So instead of going back to sleep I jumped online, went food shopping and the 24-hour Walmart and went for a evening/morning walk at 5 a.m. with the stars still shining in the sky.
Well it's almost 7 a.m. and we're at the local 24-hour Kinko's. When did almost everything begin offering 24-hour service? Gasoline, supermarkets, copy/print shops, and McDonald's. The next big 24-hour service will either entail a Bally's or bike shop. Maybe even a bookstore.
So my next morning venture will be to ride 12 miles into town and back. I've actually been riding the last few days trying different drinks since it's difficult to locate some bottled Accelerade. I think I'll visit their shop during the holidays and grab a case and probably one of their new flavors. This 'Orange' is not helping...with the smell and chugga-lugging. I might as well drink that swill called Gatorade.
So I've broke down and went shopping for winter clothes at , , and , after purchase my bike cargo case from since my local LBS cost was a bit more than I can handle.
Looking to travel to New England and then the beginning of next year will be school for me on the west coast. I refuse to leave town without Felty. We've been up and down these southwestern PA hills for over 155 miles. Eventually, I will upgrade my account with this years miles.
But catch this! My favorite Bicycling contributing writer, , is registered here too. Woohoo! Just call me a groupie.
I guess if you are someone then you are registered there to keep track of your mileage, LBS, clubs, rides and buy a snazzy looking site jersey.
Well I'm off for some paved road. I hope you are too.
Ciao Bella/Bello
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