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150 mile diet…in other words, I need a bike helmet.

This weekend, I’m moving into my apartment (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and you know what this means…

The Tyrannosaurus Rav4 is going to be parked for a little bit. I’ve made a solid decision- once I move back to Center Square, I’m going to limit my driving…severely. I’m going to put my car on a 150 mile a month diet. I don’t know anyone who is jumping head over heels with these gas prices, but personally they’re killing my bank account. I know it won’t be such an issue once I move to Center Square, I can walk and bike to pretty much anything I want, including work. If I can’t walk or bike to it, I’m going to take CDTA, Albany’s public bus system. Of course, there’s going to be times where driving is the most sensible option, and that’s where the diet comes in. However, I’ve already mapped it out in my head and I’ve determined that I can bike to Boy-I-Fancy’s house in the suburbs. 

It’s not just the gas prices that’s the issue for me. Think about it. Does it really make sense to drive your car for two miles to go to the grocery store? It doesn’t. Yet I can understand how it can get a little inconvenient, Albany is trying to be be a greener city, but I don’t see a lot of bike racks laying around. I think it would be great if the city installed more of them, it could encourage people to consider biking. While we’re on that note, All Over Albany has this wonderful Soapbox feature on their blog, where readers can guest post about Albany. A couple of weeks ago, a reader talked about the ideal Lark Street, which is the heart of Center Square. A grocery store on Lark would be a treasure…especially a Trader Joe’s. I could go on and on about how Albany needs to invest in its neighborhoods but unfortunately, Starbucks is only open until 11:30 tonight. 

Before this all goes down, I need to get a bike helmet. I’m only used to riding on rural roads in the Catskills where I didn’t need to worry about traffic, head injuries and/or death. Rest assured, I won’t bike long distances in traffic without a helmet. I plan to get one this week =D

*now that I think of it, no wonder why that boyfriend o’mine wants to be an urban planner. This stuff is really exciting to think about!


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fish fry and learning how to change your own oil.

It may be cold, rainy, and a little bit snowy here in the Catskills- but I have to say, I’m still loving the fact that it is 6 PM and it’s daylight outside.

(more so because I still need to clean out my car for tomorrow Easter Trek to Whitney Point but shhhhh ;D)

I am home for the fabled holiday in the Aiello-Kavarnos family- Divorce Easter Weekend! My parents have been divorced since I was 13 and I have to tip my hat to them for never making us choose one parent over the other whenever it came to the holidays. They’ve always done their best to shake up the holiday schedule so that we can share the holidays with the both of them. For example, we’re celebrating Easter with my mom today and we will be celebrating Easter with my father tomorrow.

But of course, every Easter weekend has to start with Good Friday. I’m just going to put it out there, I am your Catholic who only goes to church for baptisms, weddings, and funerals. I’ve only abstained for Lent one time and that was only because all of my friends in high school were doing it and I didn’t want to be left out (I gave up candy that year). By the looks of it, I’m one horrible Catholic, but for some odd reason- I can’t escape the Catholic guilt about abstaining from eating meat on Good Friday. I came dangerously close to ordering a bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich at the Daily Grind but I held my ground and ordered a bagel with chive cream cheese. 

Before my best friend Brian and I ventured off to greener pastures in Sullivan County, I told him that I wanted to take an adventure. Every time I go through Central Avenue in Albany, I always pass Bob and Ron’s Fish Fry. You seriously can’t miss the thing on Central with its sweet sign.

My Catholic guilt sent me a message. It said that it was time to give Bob and Ron’s a try. Brian came with me and we stepped into what is, apparently, an Albany institution for over 50 years! The service was really friendly which is always a plus with me. I ordered the Fish Fry Special with Fries, Macaroni Salad, and a Lemonade. For some reason, I think that Lemonade and Fish Fry always go well together. 

It was the first time I ever had fish fry served on a hot dog bun. Personally, I could have done without the bun, but the fish was cooked perfectly inside. It wasn’t greasy at all. My only wish is that the batter had a little more spice to it. I’d definitely say to give Bob and Ron’s a try, if nothing but for the really friendly service.  I think that I will stop there again on a day when it isn’t so busy. Yet if you’re looking for a great fried fish dish (that rhymed!), head on over to Saratoga and order Fish and Chips at The Local. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed and even after eating a wonderful Easter dinner, my mouth is already watering for it. 

Today was a milestone in my life. My brothers taught me how to change my oil. I learned a couple of things:

1. Not only do you need your oil and filter, you also need a pail for the oil to drip in, cardboard to soak up the excess oil, and some clothes that you really don’t care about ruining. Paper towels are also key. And I need to find a ratchet. Or a friend who has a ratchet.

2. I need to see this again before I take the challenge on myself. 

3. When I do attempt this in Albany, without a doubt, I’m doing it in Washington Park. It’s flat there. 

It’s a little dirty and time consuming, but I have to say, it’s more satisfying than sitting in a waiting room and reading magazines.