2012 Goals

1. Buy a house.

2. Get the monster to respond to basic instructions, such as: "Oh, for fucks sake!" and "Porter, NO!!"

2011 - Year in Review

It's been a big year for us. All the big baby milestones, finishing Jeff's house (while living in it), moving to PA, and Michele at a job that's not considered training for the first time in eight years. Feels like I'm really an adult for the first time. Okay, maybe not, but getting closer. On the whole it's been a good year and here's to an even better 2012.

That's a Lot of Loot

Michele got her french oven, I got some snow gear, but it's the kid who scored big.

Shakedown

Thanks to a friend, who works at a certain Seattle based snow sports company, I got new gear this year.  The entire setup is a pretty big departure from what I was riding and so I figured it'd just make good sense to head up to Hurricane Ridge and see what I need to do to my setup to get it working for me. While that sounds all well and good, hiking up with an unfamiliar kit for short little bunny slope type runs is actually a pain in the ass. The setup most definitely is different from what I was on, longer, narrower, and with very different flex characteristics. My two earned runs did not go well. On the first one I bit it hard right in front of a large group and the second didn't go much better. All I know right now is that I'm going to need a sharper edge and better snow to really sort out what works and what doesn't. Thankfully, if it's not working, I just give back whatever isn't cutting it, pay less than pro-form for what is and try over next season, and with a lift a mere 17 miles from my door it's a win-win no matter what.

Thanksgiving in Stepford

er, Seabrook.

We didn't have Thanksgiving at Paul and Sean's this year, instead we all rented a house at Seabrook. In attendance there was Paul and Sean, Jimmie and Adam, Jeff, and the three of us. Since our last visit Seabrook has grown a bit, there are a few more houses, a couple more businesses, and a community pool. For those of you keeping count, this is Thanksgiving number four with this core group and even though the Mexican theme was abandoned, the meal did not disappoint. Don't know what else to say really, good time all around.

Don't know what Adam was planning with the bat, but it couldn't be good.

Paul, fighting the good fight in the kitchen. I should also point out that Mo'vember has really become a lifestyle decision for Paul. He's really rocking a Flanders grade 'stache these days.

I'm not even sure what Jimmie is doing here, but he's got a big knife so I kept my big mouth shut a took the picture.

I'm not really sure how a ghost bike is supposed to help promote the dog store, but whatever.

Out for a stroll.

After losing Paul at the store, Michele, Porter and I continued on to newer(longer) the beach trail. Still short but a nice little hike.

Look who we found on the beach, Sean and Jeff. No, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, Sean's wearing pants that extend not only past his knees, but all the way to his ankles. Craziness.

Well, it was a good one. I can hardly wait to see what next year holds. Maybe we'll own some sort of domicile by then and we can host. Yeah, right...

I'm Not So Bright

It's cold, I'm fat, and this bike currently hates me.

BTW - I couldn't handle the humiliation of the 32:21 so we're back to an 18 on the rear wheel.

It's Happened

I've turned into one of those people.  I spend every waking moment with my kid.  I sing about everything I do as I do it.  All I have to talk about with other adults is what my kid is doing (or not doing).  It's as if I completely forgot how to relate to others, specifically the fact that they don't give two shits about my kid that I keep talking about.  Oh, and I find myself doing stuff like this to keep my kid from fucking with the goddamned TV:

*I know I already used this image on Google+ but reusing images is a part of the new me.

I hardly know who I am anymore.  Good to know I still don't have a filter for cursing at least...