{"id":177,"date":"2005-04-01T09:13:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-01T16:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=177"},"modified":"2006-04-03T22:47:28","modified_gmt":"2006-04-04T05:47:28","slug":"an-attempt-at-changing-the-subject-completely","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=177","title":{"rendered":"an attempt at changing the subject completely"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Photo Sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/8106176\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"362\" alt=\"did I ever mention?\" src=\"http:\/\/photos5.flickr.com\/8106176_24808e3913.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>My mom-The Fonz, sent me some pictures yesterday. This was one of them. I chose to upload this ONE picture because it&#8217;s me (#7) at the gate with my fellow racers. All the other ones of me ALL alone&#8230;somewhere in the far back&#8230;struggling.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I raced BMX. I had a GT with Haro wheels and a Gooseneck. I was stylin&#8217;. I also really sucked, but then again there were never any girls racing and I always had to race against boys.<\/p>\n<p>I had NINE 3rd place trophies. At the time it seemed to suck. Second place would have been great. I can&#8217;t even imagine what first place would have felt like. Now though, looking back. I should have been more proud of myself.<br \/>\nI wish I could find the picture of my dad and I after I won my first trophy.<br \/>\n(as I was writing that last line I remembered my sister made me a photo album of all my younger pictures&#8230;and I found it&#8230;and I cried when I did)<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Photo Sharing\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/obnoxiousaries\/8108189\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"475\" height=\"449\" alt=\"my proud daddy\" src=\"http:\/\/photos5.flickr.com\/8108189_692ae51ea7.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s my dad. He was so proud of me.<\/p>\n<p>I loved that time in my childhood. It was fun. It was me, mom &#038; dad and my bike.<br \/>\nIt was fun, huh mom?<\/p>\n<p>My mom was the coolest. She would sit in the back of the pickup truck in a lawn chair and big ass cowboy hat and whistle louder than anyone I&#8217;ve ever known. Even with the helmet on, the yelling and the rowdy redneck crowd, I could hear my mom whistle.<\/p>\n<p>Now I guess that was mom&#8217;s way of saying, &#8216;Get &#8216;er Done!&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mom-The Fonz, sent me some pictures yesterday. This was one of them. I chose to upload this ONE picture because it&#8217;s me (#7) at the gate with my fellow racers. All the other ones of me ALL alone&#8230;somewhere in the far back&#8230;struggling. Yes, I raced BMX. I had a GT with Haro wheels and a Gooseneck. I was stylin&#8217;. I also really sucked, but then again there were never any girls racing and I always had to race against boys. I had NINE 3rd place trophies. At the time it seemed to suck. Second place would have been great. I can&#8217;t even imagine what first place would have felt like. Now though, looking back. I should have been more proud of myself. I wish I could find the picture of my dad and I after I won my first trophy. (as I was writing that last line I remembered my sister made me a photo album of all my younger pictures&#8230;and I found it&#8230;and I cried when I did) That&#8217;s my dad. He was so proud of me. I loved that time in my childhood. It was fun. It was me, mom &#038; dad and my bike. It was fun, huh mom? My mom was the coolest. She would sit in the back of the pickup truck in a lawn chair and big ass cowboy hat and whistle louder than anyone I&#8217;ve ever known. Even with the helmet on, the yelling and the rowdy redneck crowd, I could hear my mom whistle. Now I guess that was mom&#8217;s way of saying, &#8216;Get &#8216;er Done!&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-177","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=177"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/177\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=177"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=177"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=177"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}