My nanny co-share buddy, Patty, had recently gone to work for Flexcar and was administering a "Low Car Diet" program. If you're participating, here's the pattern, in pdf format. It took a week or two to bring Jonathan around.
And today we have all-beef hot dogs: DELICIOUS! I admit it: I feel oh-so-superior to all those car-bound folks.
I had to figure out seatbelts and secure a faulty canopy. Four times down and back, a couple of tries at breastfeeding, and I was ready to expand my boundaries.
There was an odd, inept, but certainly media-savvy firebombing.
If I'm going to a meeting or on an errand without the kids, I pick the bike. I admit it: I feel oh-so-superior to all those car-bound folks. I ride past buildings where I worked stuffing envelopes for a tax preparation company one summer; I discover that coffee shop I keep hearing about. Right there, next to me, was an interesting-looking headline on the Portland Tribune.
And let's just say, Everett went without TV for the entire week.
And with the car, it was only a struggle into the seatbelt.
No one had interviewed him before painting him as the villain. "Yes," he said seriously.
I'm more of a person who captures the mood of an event.
And Robert Scoble, man, is quite the happy fellow. , a skateboarder grabbed ahold of Truman's trailer, and hitched a ride.
Larissa is hosting a state fair knit-along. Oddly, someone had installed a little doo-dad that allowed the bike to be unscrewed and folded in half.
We were driving with the boys in the back, I was exhausted.
She was short families.
I spend a lot of time on the bus, waiting for the bus, I have time to knit. "You're going to be a good boy forever, once you turn four, aren't you?
I will, because it's so enjoyable, persist in creating these things, in photographing people, and even do it for pay.
It so happened that, at the very same time, my insurance payment was reaching critical status.
I might even keep up with Hau! Yep, liveblogging was designed for me. For how he sometimes calls his baby brother "little fella" and pats him on the head.
She thinks on her feet! We do have a problem, though.
I'm not like any other party photographer you'll see snapping away with a huge flash unit and asking people to smile.
We sold a few t-shirts and one plate of bacon and eggs.
Or his little foot got lodged in the division?
I made perfect little jewels of quilts to go on t-shirts.
There were goodies involved.
She was short families.