two thousand and zzzzz…

Guess who slept through this year’s New Years?

I went riding during the day and took a pretty bad f***ing terrible fall on some extremely hard ice. This shocked my whole body and I couldn’t feel parts of my core for a couple minutes… but I rode for another 3.5 hours.

Perhaps my sleep from 930pm Dec 31 until 11am Jan 1 was my silent, subconscious personal resolution to listen to what my body needs?

Regardless, it sure felt nice waking up on the first remembering the entire day and night before, hydrated, sans headache, and with a full wallet.

heyyyy bill

Bryson, that is.
I like your style.

I’m pretty excited about picking up “A walk in the Woods” by Bill Bryson. It’s about an adventure through the Apalatian Trail.

Thanks boyfriend, for having awesome books on your shelf.

And while we’re at it, thanks for having the radio in the kitchen. Radio Two makes my mornings a wonderful entry in the Pleasure War.

Pee – leszh – jure wawwwwr

it’s back on, soldiers.

my bike is back in business.

i’m out past 10pm.

today i went out for all you can eat sushi and then went rock climbing for the first time ever!  it was so so SO fun!  turns out that my landscaping and biking have totally gotten me into shape and i could make it up all the walls i tried. 

next time i will try harder ones.

 

the end.

how much fun is this girl having?

SO much.

so much, in fact, that she has taken my place in pleasure war today. this soldier’s not in the mood to battle.

days 2 and 3 of my Pleasure War

Yesterday; biked to the grocery store, then biked to high park. 

Almost died on the way when my bike rack’s spoke thingy came loose and got lodged into my gears. 

Ate finger foods in the park. Held a beautiful baby on a blanket in the park. Layed around in the park. Played frisbee in the park

Went to an extremely elegant co-ed wedding shower and ate fancy open-faced sandwiches and talked to interesting people.

Slept ELEVEN HOURS… my body thanks me and will reward me with a desire to do more.

Today I crafted for a DIY wedding.  I brought the giant bulletin board for the name tags on the back of my bike.  Figuring out how to manage that without hurting myself or others certainly made me feel accomplished and full of pleasure.

Tomorrow I was going to go to this event, but then I found out I’ll be starting work literally 3 minutes from my house.  So, going to City Hall for pancakes, fun as it may be, is not quite worth tiring myself out on a Monday morning.

Anyone else participating in their own Pleasure War?

I guess I’ll have to figure something fun out for the evening.

day 1 of my pleasure war

33km of biking

96 plants unloaded

one japanese maple straightened

two celebratory beers

1.5 party slices

zero sunburn

100% sunkissed

happy

tired

excited for a picnic tomorrow!

“demanding amusement and excitement on an epic scale”

Wow.  Kate Carraway, how did I not find your writing before?  You kind of use swear words excessively, but you do it in a way that makes me feel like you’re shooting the shit with me on a porch, or in a park, or on a picnic, or playing bocce ball, and I love the HELL out of it!  And THAT is why I WILL take your competitive leisure challenge, and I WILL try to have the most amazing summer ever.

In an article in EYE weekly called “It’s (pleasure) war,” Carraway demands a few things: that we make the most out of our summer, that we don’t spend all our time texting and facebooking our hours away… basically, that we compete with each other to have the best activities ever.   I’m not quite sure I’m up for giving myself points for activities, but I do promise to try to do something fun every day.  Lucky for me, I already have a job that on most days, is pretty damn fun, but that isn’t going to stop me from planning activities as often as possible.

If you’re invited, and you can’t come.  I don’t care! Don’t make excuses about why you can’t come.  Just do your other stuff and think about the next fun thing that you’re going to invite ME too.  We’ll meet up eventually in battle!

Don’t forget to read the article.