so yesterday I decided to go to the 9am meeting of the Spanish church congregation. I haven’t been to church in a while, and I love going to the Spanish meeting for multiple reasons, such as; no one knows who I am there, no awkward church conversations because I only kind of speak spanish….kind of, and I am out of church by 12…the perfect time for a much needed nap. SO I love it.
I woke up at 7:45am to take the dogs out, and then I went into the garage to fix up Lizzy’s schwinn cruiser from last summer. I dusted the bike off kind of, and put air in the tires….and everything seemed great and on the up and up for the ride to church. I finished getting ready and I started on my way. Immediately after I started pedaling there were 3 issues. 1. I haven’t ridden a bike in a year and I am much more out of shape then I anticipated, 2. I kept hearing a little “fffffhhhhh” sound every time the back wheel rotated. But everything looked pretty good so I kept a’ pedalin, 3. every time I would stand to pedal when I would sit back down the seat would be out of alignment…because it wasn’t screwed on all the way.
I choose to preserver despite these issues. I was not quite half way to the church when I heard a big “FFFFFHHHH” and I looked down to see the back wheel completely deflated. I called my Mom and asked her advice, because 1. this bike was slowing me down, 2. I really wanted to get to church because I was already late and missing part of the meeting, and 3. this wasn’t even my bike.
After talking to my mom, I decided it was time to ditch this b@#!h and leave the bike semi-hidden among an opening in a neighbors shrubbery, hoping no one wanted a bike with a deflated back tire and that somehow I would be able to get it home. I ditched the bike and walked the rest of the way to church it was only 9 in the morning and it was 100 degrees outside…no exaggeration.
I attended the rest of church in Spanish. Which was…pretty cool. The only thing is that I got a few, “but wait why are you coming to this meeting???” reactions, like, “who is this crazy gringa and what is she doing here?” and I’m like, “y’all, i want to get my spanish on….and you guys are way cooler than the english family wards….oker?!?!”
Everybody is mostly really nice, and I am grateful. I recognized this girl from a girls camp leadership retreat in 2007. She is my new friend, and she gave me a ride home, and we stuffed the bike into her trunk, and we couldn’t fit it all the way in but we were relatively close to the house so we left the trunk open and prayed it didn’t fall out. and it didn’t. So next time you move home and you don’t have a car and you want to get to church, and all you have is your sister’s neglected bike…do more then fill up the tires before you leave the house.
In other news, dinner club houston chapter, had a delish asparagus and ricotta pizza last night.
It was great last night, and the left overs for lunch were thebomb.com.
Here’s the final result (again this is the real simple magazine picture…but I will start taking my own i promise…and click on the pic for the recipe)
Also my NCLEX is fast approaching and I am in the study zone and I could use your prayers. PLZ.
Tell me about your dinner club chapters…please.