2 wheels

I just bought a bike. Like 1 hour ago. It is a used bike of a good brand that fit what I was looking for. You know that feeling you get when you've just bought something and you're not sure you made the right decision? Well, I don't have buyer's remorse; I have non-buyer's remorse. My mistake was that I went to three bike shops before I went to the used bike shop where I ended up buying. At one of those three, I fell in LOVE with a bike. Love. It was such a sweet bike and such a great deal for the bike. The problem was that it was more than I originally budgeted. I could have afforded it, but I really should save that extra money for other things. Plus, one of the reasons for buying a bike is that I wanted something cheap that I could commute with and feel ok about locking up and leaving and not incredibly disappointed if it were to be stolen. My new used bike fits this need. The other one, not so much. But it was so hard to be a responsible adult and let the dream of owning that sweet, sweet bike go. Good-bye, Trek 7.3 FX; I'll never forget our test ride together. :)

A work of beauty...beautiful components...rides like a road bike
with more of a mountain-bike-like geometry

goldfish debate

I'm working on materials for my lesson in the preschools tomorrow. I'm using the Goldfish Colors crackers for part of the lesson (genius that these were created...go so well with Rainbow Fish!). Due to being lazy and not wanting to go downstairs and dig through our materials box in the clinicians' work room for our crackers but needing to know the colors, I google image searched them and came across this gem to share.

two stories i love (ripped straight from the headlines of my facebook status)

1. Last week Brian was in Florida for meetings related to a project he is working on in collaboration with about seven other people at universities across the country. One of those people (a professor at Vanderbilt, I believe?) was talking about doing service work in Paraguay. Brian asked him about it, and it turned out it was through MCC, that the guy and his wife are Mennonite, and that he and/or his wife grew up in and/or went to Bluffton!

2. Last night we went to a Mardi Gras celebration on campus and were eating at a table with two other graduate students, one of which Brian had met before. The other was the neighbor of that guy. We were all talking about being glad we went to smaller schools for our undergraduate degrees. The neighbor guy said he was from Indiana. Brian asked him where and he said close to Notre Dame. Brian and I looked at each other, and I said, "Goshen is close to..." The guy piped up with, "Goshen -- that's where I'm from." I had to ask, "You're not Mennonite, are you?" Yep, he sure is (but he didn't go to Goshen or to Bethany).