Ivey Lane: the inner voice of a not-so-average woman

Yes, "Ivey" is a play on words, so to speak. I.V. Inner Voice. So Ivey Lane is a state of (my) mind. It's also a figurative place. Average Americana. The behind the blinds peak into what could be any home, anywhere, with it's inhabitants secrets, desires, and dreams. If you ever saw me, you might think "That's a pretty average woman." But if you knew me, you'd know that's not the case. I am much more -- and often much less -- than I appear. Welcome to Ivey Lane.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

19-365 At least it's not chicken

So in addition to returning to the weights and measures, I also got my rear end back on the bike yesterday. Yes, it's been a bit cold (Shush, Hubs!) but I've also been a bit slack there too and letting my "busy-ness" get in the way of exercising. So I'm getting up an hour earlier so that I can enjoy my ride without feeling like I'm losing too much productive time.

We have several stopping points depending on how much time and I have this is at the "short ride" (30 minute) mark. As I was resting on my bike, I took a photo looking down...