Some weeks ago, I was tagged by a few different people for the seven weird things meme. I don't quite understand how anyone reading my blog has not had enough of the weirdness that is me. Aren't we up to something like 777 by now? That was probably in the first week!
But I aim to please, and happen to like my taggers, TinkingBell, MelissaKnits, LorenzoKnits and Bells. So I dug up another one. It is not seven. But it is so weird it counts as seven. At least.
OK. Here goes:
You know how some people are young at heart? Fun to be with? Spontaneous? A big ol' volleyball game at the beach? With icy cold beers?
Yeah. That's not me.
In fact, I have pretty much been a cranky old lady since I was five.
It doesn't especially bother me. It just is what it is. Things that are "fun" make me tired - even just thinking about them. How you'll get there, whether your bikini would ride up when you served, would you jiggle? What about sunburn? It's all too much to contemplate. I can't hack it.
I need peace, quiet, nobody messing with my routine. I am an old fuddy-duddy. Even right out of college - the peak of volleyball on the beachness - one of my favorite things to do was spend Sunday nights at home, watching Murder, She Wrote.
I had the sense to know this was not normal, and pretended it was an ironic thing. I even called it Murdered, She Was, implying the main character should killed because her show was so bad.
But really it wasn't. I loved it. Jessica Fletcher was what I wanted most to be: all done.
She wasn't trying to "get there" any more. No struggling to eke out a living, be successful, figure out who she was supposed to be. She was already there, contented, living out the rest of her days in a cute little seaside village in Maine, tapping out her books on an old typewriter. There were no pets who needed poop scooped, no children needing dinner and a ride to soccer, and no husband who just assumed you'd pick up his dry-cleaning because he mentioned he was out of shirts.
No, all Ms. Fletcher had to do was wheel her big ol' bicycle around town, occasionally solving the odd murder mystery for bumbling fools with fake Maine accents or their bumbling out-of-town cousins with fake New York accents.
It seemed like such a peaceful existence.
Now, the fact is, I will probably never have that. But this long weekend, driven to madness the streets by the complete lack of internet access (gasp!), I saw this, and fell in love:
No really, look at that basket:
I could totally be a little old lady on a bicycle! I thought to myself, as I handed the guy my credit card.
Maybe not Jessica Fletcher, perhaps.
But certainly...
Yeah. I could swing that. No sweat.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
And your little dog, too!
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I think we are soul sisters. Whenever I see a movie where the man has strewn rose petals all over the room all I kind think about is "That's going to be a pain in the a** to clean up."
LOL! I'm right there with you! Planning for fun is exhausting! But I do love your bike!
HA HA HA HA....I think we should start up a club or something - free membership, no annual fees, and no monthly meetings for those of us that have the desire to be a member of nothing, nada, zilch. I like my peace and quiet. If I am on the back porch with my book do not disturb me unless there is blood or protruding bones involved. I watch the clock and count the minutes until my kids are gone for a weekend spending time with their dad. Those are my weekends; weekends to spend alone. Go away, people; I don’t like you, unless you are joining me on the porch with a book and a six-pack of beer…..shhh, no talking, please.
p.s. "wicked" bike!
I KNEW it! You and I were separated at birth (5 years apart, of course). When my friends would say, "Let's play outside!" I would say, "Why?" AND I totally live in one of those little cove towns where people ride their bikes. I am SO looking forward to meeting you and comparing the crazy!
Is it bad that I will still watch that show in the middle of the night on re-runs? Even though I saw every single one of them when they originally aired?
If my knees would allow me to ride a bike, I would totally buy one just like that. Think of all the bottles of wine you can fit in that basket!
That is the best bike ever. I want one just like it...
I wish my town weren't ALL hills. I'd ride a bike a lot more.
I gave up bike riding when I was hit by a delivery van on my way to the library a few years ago. And if that entire sentence doesn't make me a fuddy-duddy, I don't know what does.
Oh, and while I've never seen Murder, She Wrote I was hooked on MacGuyver for years. All my friends were into 90210 and Party of Five and other hip teen shows, and I was watching reruns of MacGuyver. Which I taped so I could watch them over and over and over. Funny, but I think my husband kind of looks like Richard Dean Anderson. Go figure.
Now, if you only had a lid on that basket, you could pedal off to the dry-cleaners with the source of scoop-needful poop, leaving only the hungry soccer players to disturb your Lansbury-ish mood.
Oh Miss Gulch, how I love that bike!
I love that bike, but I think I'll walk. Bike riding is a deadly sport here in Spain. :)
I love that bike. I am a great planner of fun. But when the time comes, I always want to secretly sneak back upstairs to sit on my comfy bed and read/knit/sleep alone. I could so be an event planner! For other people.
Ha! I thought of the Wicked Witch of the West when you showed us the picture of the bicycle, but I was going to be polite and not mention it.
Not to hijack the comments for my own purposes, but Jess? Your husband does not look like Richard Dean Anderson. Or Kevin Costner.
Anyway, I'll add my name to the list of people who have always been old fuddy-duddies (starting to feel less weird, aren't you?). I can't think of an iconic show I loved to watch, but I have never been one for parties or clubs or staying out late. Once I started knitting it was really all over.
I can't wait to meet you on Sunday!!
Oh yeah - and that bike is fantastic!!
I am totally with you. I was born a little old lady, I've never been young. But I'd never ride a bicycle. I'd have to get one of those little victorian carts.
My friends are telling me I have to give up my scooter SOON and move on to the crutches but the scooter has a BASKET. It's better than a purse since I don't have to carry it.
I think I've always been fuddy duddyish. I'm not spontaneous at all and need days to plan what I'm going to do/wear/go/see and by the time I've done that, the event has passed. Mercifully.
We are so going to have NO fun Saturday! We'll sit in a corner, be jittery and anxious, and worry about whether the waiter spit in the food, and do we know the town well enough to trust that it's safe to walk down the street with a buzz. And did we leave a big enough tip, or will the waitress think we're not only a group of four weird knitting women but CHEAP to boot, and will anyone there notice on Sunday that we were the weirdos at the next table not being relaxed and spontaneous and fun. And stuff like that.
And that bike is AWESOME.
You crack me up. My grandfather, rest his soul, thought Angela Lansbury was the hottest woman on two legs. I can just see you on that bike.
Someday, I'm gonna be in the same room as you and just enjoy so much being cranky. With a bottle of red. Would that be just so cool?
I could be Stewie Brannan from the James Herriot books--complete w/fat roll and too darn many kids...
That is exactly why I went into librarianship. Sure, I love books, but I much prefer telling people to shush.
Love the bike.
What a great bike! The basket would have sold me too.
Oh I am so with you on the fuddy-duddiness. Beach volleyball - pah. The beach generally - who wants a bunch of sand in your *ahem* nether regions??
But I think you should have gone straight for one of those ride-on scooter thingys (the 3 or 4 wheelers ones, not like a vespa). I hear you can even get them with a sunshade!
awesome bike there. I want one. Will go perfectly with all the crap I will drape over it when I don't actually USE the thing.
Like the treadmill.
And the exercise bike.
And the make-your-abs-hard-as-steel only seen on TV thingy that I HAD to have.
Love the bike - love baskets!! When I lost my licence many years ago I rode my bike everywhere - and it a basket on the frotn to put all my crap in. It even had a flower on the basket! I never got picked up for driving THAT sucker drunk!
Love that bike!!
Almost makes me want to buy one of my own.
Almost.
hahaha! fantastic!
I would get that bike in a heartbeat. A heartbeat. No joke.
I would ride around in it, because it has a wonderful basket to put treasures in.
I have decided that I like the idea of the beach more than the beach. I like the ocean, but I find the sand wearying. I want the ocean in the comfort of my living room, so that I can read a book while I sit on my couch and listen to the waves.
I have a strict "no-bike" rule, but I think I'd break it for a sweet ride like that! :)
I'm in the cranky old lady club too. I try really hard to fight it, but I just can't. I'm not that girl. :) I need my routines and my structured life.
Love, Love, Love the bike. With Gas prices what they are I need one. I particularly like the basket. But to put grocerys in for a family of 7 it is going to have to be one big ass basket. I would probably kill myself trying to see around the thing.
I'm jiggling way too much to even think about beach volleyball, but that bike is ADORABLE. I hope it has a sister waiting for me in Canada.
Heidi
a bike? BIKE!? Dang... I beleive my 10speed may still be on the side of my mother's garage, since the day I received my drivers license...Ok.. so it's probably not standing due to the 26 yrs of weather...and bike-riding is FUN? hmm... well...let's see??? helmet head and spandex bike shorts.. or are we going with the left pant leg stuffed in to sock?? or better yet.. we could mimic scary guy at the gym.. who clearly just cut his left pant leg to just above the ankle... Tis a scary world out there..!
"In fact, I have pretty much been a cranky old lady since I was five."
We may be sisters as I, too, have been a cranky old lady since I was five.
If you ever go to L.A., let me know because I can probably get you a pass onto the Warner Bros. lot where they filmed MSW. Then you can go curl up on Angela's front porch and just hum contentedly until they make you go away.
You mean not everyone watched "Murder She Wrote?" I'll go one further, whenever I babysat, I watched the Love Boat, followed by Fantasy Island. Because I knew they would end happily and not scare me.
I have bike envy. I want one that's as groovy as THAT one. But what color helmet?
Coolest. Bicycle. EVER! And it's a Trek! (That means something to me...no idea why.) LMAO at the photo of Miss Gulch. Just too much!
The beach fun? Seriously! "It's gonna take an hour to put on enough sunscreen. What am I bringing to eat? What about reading material? Will I get thirsty? What the hell am I going to pack it all into? I'm not strong enough to lug all of this crap! What? I'm only going to stay for 2 hours because it's so freaking hot. Aw, the heck with it. I'm staying home."
I haven't seen her ride a bike, but there is a woman on my street who would beat you for that role in Wizard of Oz
I am officially crazy about you. Loved Jess, loved her bike, loved her kooky neighbors. Never liked her sweaters, but still....
i LOVE your bike!!!
i got a new bike last summer with a basket too.
it would be so fun to bike together. i could be the "other" witch!. hahahahah
Boy, I was so happy to read this post because all I could think was, "I'm not alone!". Of course you wanted to stay home and watch "Murder She Wrote". What could be better than that? And the bike rocks! And all these people who commented agree! We definately need a club.
I'm an old fuddy duddy too. I think I used to be spontaneous once upon a time. Not now.
I've gotten to be so gritchy that everyone knows I don't like people to show up at my door unannounced. I'm also one of those people you cannot call to run grab a bite to eat. I need warning. Lots of it.
I too, love your bike. I have a bike but it doesn't have an adorable little basket. I think I need one on the bike I never ride, don't you?
Elmira Gulch would like a word with you, my pretty!!!!!!
LOL! I want your bike!
You should visit my country (The Netherlands) you'd love it. There are like more bikes here than people.
http://www.duffergeek.com/hello/226/145/1024/Amsterdam%20329.jpg
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