bikes, friendship and music
Posted in a social fringes on Wednesday 01. 20. 10
The baby is the world’s lightest sleeper. I made one move after he’d been napping five minutes so I could grab my camera to upload photos, and he is now fully awake. I am occupying him by holding his picture slide show playing on my phone in one hand, writing on my laptop with one finger with the other. This is how 95 percent of my posts get published.
I uploaded to Twitter this photo of our three bikes strapped onto the bike rack which prompted Michele to send Jordan this song to celebrate and motivate Jordan’s developing bike riding skills. It’s such a bouncy tune, I love it. My friends around the Internet are always quick with the party.
My mother doesn’t get that at all. “Who are all these ‘friends’ you keep talking about, and why haven’t I met them?”
Because you are not a true friend unless you appear first in my mother’s house.
Unless you are a traveling writer who did indeed appear in my mother’s house. “Did your friend make it off okay? Well, not your ‘friend’ since you just met her…did your house guest get off okay?”
She was sorely confused by the baby shower gifts MM sent for Ehren that were signed BFF. What’s a BFF and why is it mailing you baby formula?
I don’t have nearly as many rules and restrictions for friendship as my off-the-grid mother. We met once and we bonded and you did not attempt to harm in any way my children or me? Friends.
We’ve exchanged email over life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for months or—in Michele’s case—years, and we know the exact moment a pick-me-up letter is needed on the other end? Friends.
We’ve mailed each other stuff that required a trip to the effing post office or UPS Store? Friends, dammit.
I’ve made friends over the phone, in email, through blogs, through postal letters—eh, I am preaching to the choir.
Our day at the park that prompted this post:
Wow. Cool. Awesome. We’re friends. That’s good to know.
Tell Mom I said hi and if so inclined do give her a hug for me as that’s more my style.
Orion
Oh, nice pictures as always. My bike rack is the kind with straps securing it to the back of the car. Be nice to have one that connects to a trailer hitch. Would be nicer still if I rode it in the past two years too.
*le sigh*
My family waited a year until Q had not killed me to figure out that meeting on the Internet doesn’t mean instant death. My mom started hugging him shortly thereafter.
I didn’t want three bikes tugging on my roof rack, so I went with the trailer hitch kind that also swings away from the back door when I need it to. $300,000 give or take…le sigh…
I’m so glad you guys like the song! Isn’t it happy? I got it from my friend Erin and thought it only appropriate to pass it along.
I go through these phases of massive iTunes downloads, and this one fit right in. Oops…forgot to tell Jordan to check her email!
That song is going on my workout mix! Love it! And your family is too cute for words!
Oh, I’m sure you can find a few words!