My bike is.

After a week of broken bikeness and wrong parts and Easter Weekends when nothing happens, my bike is.

And yesterday, I went for my first ride.

Of course, first I apparently had to buy some "knicks" which are like spandex or lycra or something (is it the same thing?) with a padded bit to sit on the saddle.  We cycled for 6 kilometers and the rearness of me is already sore, despite the paddedness of the knicks, so imagine what it would be like without them? 

When I bought this bike, which was online because bike stores are so much more expensive, (as in, bike store, 26% "friends" discount was still four hundred dollars more expensive than the online one) I expected to be able to get it, and go riding.  I didn't care about special clothes, or helmets (I had a cheap pink one from Ireland) and I was like yay, let's go riding.

Except that then the bike arrived broken (someone stuck a fork lift through the box and scraped it) so we had to wait for a replacement part, and then the replacement part came and it wasn't quite right, so we had to wait for another replacement part, which is when the long weekend got in the way.  And in the meantime, I bought water bottles and another helmet because it matched my bike, which is the best reason to buy something.

And then having finally gotten the bike back together again discovered how uncomfortable the saddle was and had to buy some knicks... I am now determined to ride it with a normal t-shirt or sports shirt and not get a jersey straight away!  Otherwise I shall look truly bikeish and that would just be sad.

Dad, get some knicks.  They do feel better even if they look silly. 

Aaaanyway, maybe today I'll get a picture of me with my bike for the Purposes of This Blog.

We rode down to the Criterion Track, which is a proper bike track for people to cycle on.  I don't know why they want to do that, but they do. 

And Kurt wants to go for a 40k cycle on North Stradbrook (an island) on Saturday and I think it might kill me.  I don't want to diiiieeee..... *faints*

TTFN!!!

It's been a normal weekend, which has been a refreshing break.  No discussion of wedding plans, and Kurt bought me a chocolate rabbit for Easter, yay!  Here comes the difficult decision of deciding whether to eat him (the rabbit) for breakfast or for dinner.  Oh, the suspense...

I'm off on another overnight this morning, and then on Tuesday life as we know it will become weddingy again as all the decisions we made last week can actually be booked in.

I'm home.  I've been home 2 weeks and I haven't been blogging.  I'm engaged, I'm frantically trying to plan a very quick wedding (because we're crazy, of course) and really The Oz Report has not been on my mind. 

Let's see what we've done these two weeks:

found a venue
found a honeymoon destination
found a DRESS (yes, that's right! and I LOVE it)  (that wasn't a we, either, that was an I)
found a beach
and set a date.

We're looking at 22 August 2014... which is in 4 months' time.  Can we do it?  Well, the big things are sorted, and I can take a deep breath and some time off - Kurt will be happy to hear this.  It's Easter weekend so things aren't happening as quickly as I might like - still waiting to hear back from the venue that the date is still available, and then we need to pay a deposit and head in to Flight Centre to book our honeymoon. 

And of course, on Tuesday, I get to put a deposit down on my dress.  You know what's stupid?  If you get a dress with less than 6 months' notice, you have to pay 15% extra.  That's stupid.  How can it take SIX MONTHS to make a dress?  But if I order it this coming week, it will arrive on 20 July and then I will have 1 month to get it altered to fit me properly.  Which the dressmaker says is plenty of time.  And that obviously gives me 3 months to get to my final wedding size haha. 

The annoying part of having a weird shaped body, ie top one size and bottom half another size, is that one just has to go with the larger of the two and get the smaller altered.  Oh and also having short legs.  You can't make a dress longer, so they make them long and then you alter them to make them shorter.  I'd have to wear like 20 inch heels to fit a dress unaltered.  Lame.

Why are there so many things to do with a wedding?  The awesome part of our venue is that they do almost all of the decorating themselves, so there is only a small amount we have to do - plus cake, DJ, dance floor, photographer, all those sort of things.  Have you ever thought about how expensive a wedding photographer is?  Have I mentioned 'lame' in this blog post yet?

And before I know it, it will be 22 August, and wow... Me, getting married???

*faints*