1 Week Down

Well, the first week of summer vacation is in the books. Somewhat ‘normal’ from my end, but I’m sure it seemed longer than usual for Becky! Here’s a couple of interesting tidbits that occurred at the beginning of the week.

Ashlee on what she’s looking forward to now that school is out:
“… I’m glad there’s no school anymore, now I can sleep in EVERYDAY!”

Are you kidding me? She’s 6! When did 6 year old kids start worrying about sleeping in? Seriously, she’s 6 going on 16. Becky usually has to drag her out of bed in the morning in just enough time to make it out the door for school. We’re all in trouble. Just be ready grandparents, we may have to ship her out to one of you for the summer when she gets to be too much for us! (jk little princess)

So we’re watching the last round of the US Open (golf… I know… I think I’ve reached that age?). Tiger, Westwood, Mediate were battling it out down the stretch. I flipped to TNT, which was showing Jurassic Park or something (one of the kids favorites) during a commercial, and Nick jumped all over me for switching the channels. Wow, didn’t know the kid would rather watch golf over dinosaurs. Just a little FYI for future reference. It’s scary to think of Nick on the golf course. He’s got enough losing issues playing his DS or Wii or laptop. He regularly goes all Happy Gilmore when things aren’t going his way. Yeah… I think golf is the perfect sport for him!

It should be an interesting summer.

Howdy from the Great White North (Rim)

Hey everyone, just posting a shout out to y’all. Things here at Jacob Lake are going pretty good, especially when it snows like it did yesterday and we get mobbed by hundreds of bikers who would like a place to stay and all we can offer is the lobby. For the most part its been a fun experience for me as a waiter, especially when you play with the minds of little kids by sharing with them that the ugly egg on the top of the salisbury steak is the eggs of all the little ugly ducklings that never hatched, or telling them that the Kaibab jagerschnitzel is in fact the famed Kaibab Squirrel, and then patiently explaining that jagerschnitzel is German for squirrel (and yes Andrea, I know that isn’t true).
Probably the most exciting occurrence was yesterday when I was running to the basketball courts and then tripped going downhill and tore my knee up a good one. They were gonna try and fix it here until they cleared the blood a little bit and were able to see my patella so they ran me to Kanab hospital and I had to get me some more stitches and sutures as well as some antbiotics to prevent infection. So yeah, that was a pretty fun experience. Kinda like the time that I got hecka burnt at Lake Powell…….

10 year low?

Some of you may have read about Becky and Sarah’s little contest for some tasty Australian meat pies. Well, even though I’m not officially part of that contest, I think I’m beating both of them in the weight loss category, and I’m prepared for both of them to each buy me some meat pies.

So what am I getting at? Well, I officially tipped the scales at 189.4 this morning. Which marks the first time I’ve been below 190 in something like ten or so years. For the record, I’ve always said I’d like to get back down to 185 (which is what I think I weighed when Becky and I were married), but I’ve never been in a real rush to get there.

And what is my secret. Well, I contribute it to my ‘special’ diet. Cold cereal, pizza, ice cream, and a whole lot of sugary snacks! Oh, and don’t forget the handfuls of fruit loops with some swigs of milk (skim at least) right before going to bed. I think that’s really important.

Message to Becky and Sarah…

OWNED!

A perfect evening

So, I think that Spring is finally here… hopefully. I got back this evening, it was a perfect 72º, partly cloudy but plenty of sun, a slight cool breeze in air. Everyone else was at karate, so I jumped on my bike and went for a good half hour, maybe 45 minute ride at this nice park trail close to our house. Got back, pulled out a Propel, and chilled on the porch while I cooled off a little. It was perfect out.

There was this dad riding a bike down our street with a trailer attached to the back. I couldn’t see inside but just assumed someone was in there. I looked up and noticed him as he was turning the corner shouting, “WooHoo!” All the while ringing one of those bicycle bells. I watched him until he was out of sight and started laughing out loud. I guess I wasn’t the only one enjoying he evening with a little bike ride.

Spring is sweet. I wish it would last longer than it does around here. In the mean time, it’s nice to be able to enjoy it a little.

Home?

Holy crap! Why didn’t someone remind me to call yesterday! I totally could have too. Got home, took Nick to karate, didn’t have cub scouts last night and didn’t go work out like I usually do. I so could have gone all E.T. and phoned home. So… is he home? Did he make it? Is he stuck in the South? Did he decide to stay another transfer? Now I’m stuck at work (shhh, don’t tell anyone) and won’t be home until… well… who knows today (work straight to class, straight to pack meeting, straight to basketball), not till early tomorrow morning (as in 12:30am or later).

Either way, if you’re home bro. then WELCOME HOME! And if you’re not, I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.