Don’t forgive. Don’t forget.

I sometimes wonder if people remember what it was like before, back when we didn’t have to stand in line for hours to get a sanctioned amount of milk. Back when going outside past five didn’t mean getting robbed. Back when the sight of somebody in military uniform didn’t make me want to hide. Back when we could go to sleep safe in the certainty of our own homes. 

I remember. I remember and I’m not that old. 

I was six and my parents had just bought me a new bike. Dad took me outside our house, in a tiny speckle of a city called Maturin, and I rode the skin off my training wheels until 11pm. Things were ok.

I was seven and going in for eye surgery. I wasn’t too scared. I trusted my doctor. I trusted that she had the resources needed for this operation. I trusted the system. Things were ok. 

I was eight and my mom took me around the commercial center of Caracas. My little pink purse dangled from shoulder and fell. A stranger picked it up and called after us to give it back. Things were ok.

I was ten and things had changed.

I was eleven, twelve, thirteen and the earth spun slowly and the world shifted and things were still changing, but everything was quiet.

I was fourteen and robbers tried to get into our house three times on the same night. We called the police. They didn’t find anything. The robbers tried again.

I was eighteen and people were making jokes about hoarding toilet paper, because they heard it was becoming scarce. We better get in line for chicken! Who knows when there’ll be more!

I was twenty-two and a patient can’t get her blood tested because the lab simply doesn’t have the solutions anymore. We’ve run out, we can’t do anything. The CT machine is broken. The MRI machine never worked. We don’t have enough beds or IVs or personnel. People are being turned away, dying.

I am twenty-four and I fear for my family. I fear for my country. 

I fear not the oppression, which is a terrifying monster on its own. 

I fear complacency. I fear the people who stand in line for milk and eggs like it’s normal, like this is the way it’s always been. I fear the hearts of those who still believe this is the path we should be on, who point fingers at other countries for refusing to entangle themselves with us. I fear the voices that drown reason. I fear the masses. I fear what we’re becoming.

I fear the minds of those who forget.




Today sucked. I got a flat tire in the morning on the way to work…. Then I parked it,
locked it and walked. Came back after work….

It was gone….

I just bought this bike…

I am now paying off this bike (bought with credit card) that I no longer have. I am now in debt for something gone.

Needless to say a lot of crying today.

Called cops, they were helpful, possible it will be found.. Maybe… I walked around with my roommate , to see if possibly people took it and you know, left it I. Their front yard in our neighborhood.

All things said and done, I am poorer, and now have lost my mode of transportation 😫

ANYONE IN DC GIVING AWAY THEIR BIKE? 😭😭😭😭😭it was how I was getting to work for cheap 😭😭


My husband John aboringdad is 30 today.

I love this man so much. He’s my best friend. My partner in crime. My soulmate. I’ve known the man since middle school and it took me until I was 24 to realize that I absolutely needed him in my life forever. So I locked him down.

I can’t imagine my life without him. We just keep evolving and growing together and I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with him.

I got him a bicycle. The boys and I went on an adventure yesterday to get the perfect bike. The only store that had the one I wanted was an hour away. I bought the bike and tried to squeeze it into the back of the Subaru. Yah. Wasn’t happening. This nice older man (early 50s) and his wife came up and offered to help me get it in. Honestly they reminded me of hashtag-gymlife and his wife, 20 years from now. He got it in quickly and his wife just laughed the whole time at the situation. I don’t think I could have got it in without him. THEN my phone died and I got lost in the backroads. Honestly thank god for GPS but when you can’t use it holy shit. I felt so vulnerable. But we made it home. It was all worth it to give him the perfect bike.

I set it up in the kitchen with some decorations and another couple of gifts. He got home from graveyard, saw the bike, and took it or a ride right away.

Happy Birthday, John. I love you!

My Olicity 3x20 Survival List.

So Wednesday night (or in my case Thursday morning) is a few sleepy winks away..we have been very spoiled about what Oliver and Felicity are about to do (each other ha!) and every time a new clip, photo, gif or spoilers from the press (who previewed the episode) come out I feel very afraid for all of us.

Under all our excitement and happiness, I fear that we won’t be able to stay upright while watching this episode.  I know I won’t! When I saw the promo last April 2, I spent a good chunk of the rest of the day having muscle spasms because I was shaking a lot while watching the promo (lol!) I concluded that I needed to up my cardio game and even bought a jump rope! (I go on the stationary bike 5x a week)..and every time I open Twitter I see everyone going “I’m gonna dieeee when 3x20 comes” or “we won’t survive thiiiis!!” Well we want to survive it and stay alive, long enough to see our favorites go on and get married (OMG!! probably sooner than later!!) and make babies!! (the baby making process will be fully documented!).

Yesterday on Twitter, I thought of making a list of things I’ll need to survive this episode. Here we go…

1. WATER - or any non-alcoholic drink..let’s keep ourselves hydrated..the liquor can come after we have survived..in celebration of course!!

2. FIRE EXTINGUISHER -  LOL! Just in case your TV (or yourself) will burst into flames…;D

3. BROWN PAPER BAG - When the hyperventilating begins..

4. SMELLING SALTS - This will only be useful if you’re watching with someone else in the house, remember to remind him/her to use it right away in the next second after you pass out.

5. MUSCLE RELAXANT - Haha I’ll probably really need this. I’m the kind who easily shakes under extremely exciting circumstances.

6. EPI-PEN - I have a cousin who has extreme asthma, and if she gets an attack..she automatically just pricks her thigh with it. This is for when you feel like your heart is about to go beeeeep. Push one of epi!! 

7. PORTABLE DEFIBRILLATOR - This is the most extreme, last resort option! If that epi-pen won’t work..charge to 300 and clear!!!..also in this case have a paramedic or doctor on stand-by..

When the episode ends and we are awake, alive and kicking then here comes the…


or ice cream…whatever you prefer..but I will basically consume all alcohol and sweets in celebration!!!

So this is basically it!! I might say “OMG I won’t survive thiiiis” too many times, but I really want to survive lol! Let’s all bask in the glory that is our OTP doing a TV-14 rated scene!! 

I bought an msd scale bike in the fall, but never did much with it. I think it needs a new seat & handlebars to be perfect!

anju also got this new sweater that matches her eyes <3<3

Will’s 60cm Cheviot

I started riding a bike regularly as an adult only when I moved to San Francisco, and it was purely out of necessity. I had to get from the Haight to SF state way down near Daly City, and my car was more trouble than it was worth. I bought a steel “sport-touring” bike because I was drawn to the skinny tubes and vintage-y look. Not a bad bike, but it had problems a newbie un-racer would easily miss: Ridiculously optimistic gearing, skinny tires, a steerer tube that ends right above the headtube, and 10cm (seriously) too small to boot.

I realized the size was a problem only after I rode it to LA, camping as I went. I arrived with numb hands, and an aching back and neck. Big Sur on a 52/38? A loaded bike on 25mm tires? You can do it, but it’s no vacation.

Later and at the behest of my buddies, I bought a steel 62cm Brand X Italian Race Bike that folks would regularly fawn over, which confused me because I thought it rode terribly. Going over the Golden Gate Bridge I’d get blown all over the place. Even rough patches on the way to work were challenging, but I had nothing good to compare it too. The bike felt zippy, but I was so uncomfortable that it was impossible to appreciate. I wonder now how much of that zippiness was actually just misinterpreted twitchiness.

I was lucky it took me only two lemons to figure out what I liked in bikes and what I needed. I sold the Brand X (apologies to whoever has it now), then had a string of pretty good, useful, fairly comfortable bikes until I finally started working for Rivendell.

I’ve ridden bikes everyday for 8 years, and the Cheviot is the best bike I’ve found. I use it mostly to run errands and get places, either to work during the week, or to skate spots on the weekend that otherwise would be too far away.  The combination of a long headtube, a tall quill stem and the luxurious Bosco bar puts me in a perfect upright position. Seeing and being seen over traffic helps me relax on the commute.  The handling is predictable in the best way possible. I’ve retrofitted old bikes with upright bars, and the position is always better, but usually the handling suffers. Cheviots practically beg for Bosco bars, and the handling is still perfect, even with a ton of stuff in the basket up front and a skateboard in the back.

It handles the fire-trails of shell ridge easily, the long stays and fattish tires smooth out the bumps. If for whatever reason I have to jump off quickly, the step-through gives me some room there. If I camp the sloppy way, by strapping a bunch of bulky stuff onto the front and rear racks, I can easily step over the diaga-tube, instead of swinging a leg over my sleeping bag.

I’ve slapped stickers all over mine, personalizing it for more worry-free locking. Even for all that, the bike is still beautiful, which is important too. The lugs identify it as one of ours, and it’s always good to see the graceful bend of the fork with the bat-wing crown. The function has to come first, but it’s nice to ride a bike that’s easy on my bike-snobbish eyes.

I have other bikes, I work for a bike company after all, but if I had to pick just one to keep, it would be my Cheviot. Commuting is the most important form of bike riding to me, and my Cheviot is set up that way, but I like knowing that I could turn it into a mountain bike, a full-on touring bike, or even a roadish “fast” bike with a couple easily-made tweaks. I wish I could get everybody who has even a remote interest in non-racing, useful bikes to ride one, they’d be hooked.


New baby 💕🙏 not exactly what I wanted because I really would of liked a road bike but my aunt bought for me and it was expensive as hell so I’m not complaining 😁