UPDATE!!!

So I'm sure you've been wondering about what ever happened to Michelle, her bike, her poor concept of bike care, and her low expectations of robbers' abilities, right? Well over the course of the last couple of weeks, things have happened. A couple of days after my first post she took her bike out of the living room and put it in our entry way (where her old bike is). I guess that was a compromise of not having it take up valuable living room space while not having it unlocked outside--free reign for meth-addicted robbers. There it sat in our entry way for about 2 weeks. Luckily it didn't get stolen even though it wasn't locked. I think the only real problem that occurred was that it impeded the moving out that was going on upstairs (our friend is getting married). About a week ago I noticed evidence that a bike lock had been purchased (I saw the plastic case that the lock was sold in sitting on the counter), but still not locked up.... UNTIL yesterday! It's locked up happily outside on our tiny fence on the other side of mine. Hopefully our neighb won't mind that michelle's bike is on her side of the little fence. I wonder if she asked her if it'd be okay... Anyway, I'm happy about this story's happy ending. It just goes to show that passively aggressively complaining about someone on your blog DOES INDEED heed the desired results!! So carry on, everyone! Maybe it just takes time, but eventually things will happen. No need to confront problems directly.

So let me try this. I really wish SLC would do a better job sweeping their glorious wide streets so I didn't get so many flat tires!

Isn't This Weird?

You might need to click on this picture to enlarge it so you can see it better. But the other night I looked down at my hand and i had a scratch on my hand that was the perfect shape of a little red arrow. So weird, huh? I wondered if it was trying to point me to something. Like to my destiny. But nothing happened (that I know of) and now the arrow scratch is gone.

Not To Be Rude, But...

I think someone should steal Michelle's bike (again). Not in a mean way, though. I just think it's high time this debutante learns a thing or two about responsibility. She bought this neat bike. It's an old ten speed. It's not that neat, but it gets the job done. And she has replaced and repaired the tires AND tubes a couple times now. So you'd think she'd be invested in her bike. Not so.

She's too lazy to go buy a bike lock. Do you want to know what she's doing right now? She's taking a nap on the couch. Do you want to know where her bike is right now? It's sitting in our tiny living room. But most of the time lately it's been sitting outside our apartment. She leans it up against Allison's bike, which is locked up. Michelle's theory is that robbers are too dumb to look closely and notice that the bikes aren't actually locked up together.

But I beg to differ. Although robbers are dumb (like stealing MY crappy old laptop for meth money), they are actually quite resourceful, and when they see something they want, they go for it. Even to the extent that they might look closely enough to see that the bike isn't locked.

Sometimes I wish Michelle had this same level of ambition as meth addicted robbers have. Instead, she idly sits on our sofa. Sleeping the day away. Probably hoping for new material for her dream blog.

Tamale Dinner Party Dinner Special Night.

Here are some pics from our most recent tamale party. They were incredibly delishus. Sorry if I posted a picture of you against your will. We had homemade tamales (yum) and homemade saltsa (yum) and homemade guac (yum) and a pineapple (yum) and we ate them on our cute little back patio (adorable) and we lit little candles and surrounded our dining area with cute little candles (even more adorable). Oh, and for dessert Chris made homemade apple empanadas (YUM) and DH brought really amazing fried icecream (it came in an icecream box from Smeeyus. So brilliant).

Sounds like a wonderful night, right? Well, it was. But like they say, every outdoor tamale party has to have its fair share of snail attackers, right? After this lovely dining experience, I was ready for bed. But I was stopped by a little squeal from my hoonmate. Turns out we had more visitors than we expected. We brought in 3 ginormous snails with our tamales. Gross! They were crawling all over the tamales and our dishrack. We had to tug to get that slime ball to let go of our silverware holder. EW. And the worst part was that we had to throw away the leftover tamales. :(

Mountain Vistas

Here are some pictures from DH & my romantic drive up in the mountains. He took turns climbing into a log. And the leaves were really beautiful too, but I realize that I didn't take any beautiful leaf pics cuz I was way too into taking creepy pics of DH. Oh, and we went to Dick's to get milkshakes and this mean old lady bossed us around.

I'm better than you...

I'm better than you because:

• I ride my bike everywhere
• Which means that I love the earth
• And I'm not fat
• Or lazy
• Like you
• And I own the streets and feel like I can do anything I want when I'm riding my bike
• And my bike gets 8 miles to the organic banana.
• So you better watch out for me on the streets
• Because I'm not going to look around for anyone else!