Showing posts from February, 2015

18 Biking years of Marriage

Our Feb. 14, 1997 we got married in Denmark. It was a secular wedding. (We later had the whole Jewish wedding but we don't seem to celebrate that day) It was not spectacular but whatever, it was entertaining. So, Saturday marked 18 years of officially being married on paper, haha. What did we do? Nothing. Both my kids got colds and we stayed up miserable with them. Sunday was a beautiful day and so instead of taking an anniversary ride together Mr. Peyos stayed home with both kids while I bike to Trader Joe's for our 2 month supply of kosher meat. We don't eat meat during the week so the little I buy last that long.

I decided to experiment and record video of me biking. Usually I post pictures but I thought you might like to see what it is like if I mounted the camera on the back of the Yepp seat. I also experimented by finding a spot to mount the camera on the front. My gift to you, two bumpy videos of me biking. I left the audio on so you can hear that I am not huffing a…

The indignity of biking

I really don't need a car for a lot of things. In fact, I try really hard to make things work so that we can just live our life without it. I have also given up on using ZipCar for anything. Being in a car with a baby who hates sitting backwards, no thanks.

This leaves us in situations where I need to haul stuff. For a brief moment in my life I joined the Buy Nothing Group for my side of town. In the beginning it was okay but I saw red flags as I went on my merry way. Their were a couple of post in the beginning where I thought people were rude or snarky. Other than that, I was able to downsize my own belongings. In return I was able to acquire stuff too. In my attempt to get more furniture I would post that I was able and willing to pick up a book shelf NOW. I never told the gifter that I was bringing it home on a bike. Some people think bike=tiny Schwinn. When I arrived the owner was not phased I was going to bike it home on the bike and she had her very sweet daughter help me …