Meet Nina

So it's done. My bike has a name.

Nina Peentz (phonetical spelling so as not to be confused with pints of beer)

Susan suggested I name it after a boat. I chose the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria.

Lauren put the icing on the cake when she said I could call it Nina Peentz for short?

That is the obvious answer.

It's heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere

This morning I was working from home (yes I know it's a holiday and I should say F*&^ it). I was feeling over it. What is it? you might ask. Work, slaving away on a holiday weekend, working 7 days a week over and over.

Then the buzzer sounded in my apartment. Lauren asked who it was, and the UPS man responded. He was not so pleased when he reached the top of the stairs, as the box he carried was massive. I, like a spastic child on Christmas morning, jumped up and down expressing my excitement to a man in a brown uniform rolling his eyes at me. I offered him some water, perhaps a snack. Still not amused. I signed on the line, and have now dropped my dreaded work to assemble my new best friend.

This job is temporary. And a few short months from now we shall ride off into the sunset together.

soooo happy to see you!
giant defy 2 - my partner in crime for the summer

storm brewing - heading toward miami

The title of this post is the subject line of an email I just got from my dad. I opened it thinking there is a hurricane heading for Miami or something scary. But when I scrolled down, it was this...



My dad loves the Colts. Go horse!

Shots shots shots shots

Not those kind of shots. The needle kind that they put in your arm.

I just got really excited. I called the doctor's office and made an appointment to start getting some immunizations for Bike & Build, and this trip around the world I keep talking about. Little baby first steps in the planning of this great adventure.

Next week it's Hepatitis A and B, Menangitis, and something else I can't remember the name of.

Then, I have an appointment with some special travel doctor who will tell me what else I need to get. I guess I better get used to needles in my arm. Maybe I should practice?

I just don't know what to do with myself

So I had this really super-awkward exchange in the locker room at the gym today. There was a woman with a really cool tattoo around her upper thigh. The moment I started to ask about it, her towel dropped. So as she's telling me about it, I just felt like I was starting at her vagina right in my face. And it was red (my face I mean). It was a different moment at the gym.