vent

i wish i were one of those people that didn't give a shit that way i wouldn't give a shit when those people that didn't give a shit don't give a shit.

before paint

giant stp and giant tcr

John's selling his brand new never ridden stp. He's also ridding himself of his TCR road bike. If interested in either lemme know.

450 for the stp
700 for the road.

that's all for now.

thank you lucky charms

i usually have fruit and stuff stashed at my desk to snack on throughout the day. today, no fruit came in and i didn't bring any. i was starting to get desperate. i was just about ready to leave to hit ghetto gas when i saw the box of lucky charms under my desk. fucking sweet. and now that i think about it somebody fucking stole my luna bars...

living vicariously through others

w00t. fork, crank, fd and rd have been home. pick up cassette, chain and brakes from warehouse. tires arrived. wheels came in today- pretty sweet- 'bout damn time.
stan's on order. frame and headset will hopefully be shipping soon, just waiting to hear from colin.
how am i suppose to bring all this shit home?
weekend was okay. went with john on saturday to pick up his bianchi. got home and went for a hike by myself. did family stuff on sunday. nothing exciting.

ardent so far

what's left:
Weld sleeves on today....heat treat tonight.
Paint main tri then prep (ream HT and cut BB threads)
Prep carbon and glue in while in alignment jig
Box and ship.
Sweet.

big elephant

that's what i feel like. i have run out of clothes. my tees don't fit. john's tees don't fit. if i put on a large or xl men's tee i look like a whale of a wife. sigh. i hate maternity clothes, not that i have any money to buy any... but i need to do something. i have one pair of jeans i am slowly outgrowing, no shorts, no capris... nothing. i'm sitting here at work sweating my ass off. my fingers are actually sticking to the keyboard i'm so warm. my back hurts, my feet hurt, i drink so much water a day i may float away. i'm in the bathroom every hour, i may buy stock in toilet paper. i'd love to go for a bike ride, but all my bikes are so racey i can't get comfortable. leaning so far forward my belly puts pressure on my lungs and i can't breath very well. i don't regret selling my blur, but i think i would use it right now since it was so upright. i think i'm just depressed that it's 70 degrees outside and i'm stuck with walking. yippee. i walked two miles yesterday and two today and both times i felt like my crotch was gonna fall off from all the pressure.

casey on the fixt

blur xc

"it" has john's mouth

*edit- it's not a profile shot, if the baby's eyes were open it would be looking at you. face is top left, lower leg is lower right, you can see the two lower leg bones.

turf wars

not as fun as trike crits, but entertaining nevertheless.