house and stitches

I have decided to try a new approach to this blogging thing. Long posts are no good – they are too hard to finish and nobody wants to read them. I’ve written novels for this blog and never posted them because I never finished them. Like my “best of the year” post – my 2009 was just way too epic to be summed up in one measly sitting. So, quick hitters, more often is the goal.

I bought a new house a few months back. Interest rates were low, house prices a bit more reasonable and we needed more room. Julie fell in love with this one for its colonial style and so far it feels like home:

This is my favorite part of the house:

My only complains are 1) that it was bank-owned for quite some time and the grass and much of the landscaping are dead, and 2) I’ve added 10 minutes to my lunch commute to the Bountiful fast food scene.

The whole “working out” thing didn’t work out too well. I did some p90x for about a month and was tickled pink with the results to that point. Then I woke up one day and my right arm didn’t work. After a few days of this I figured I should get it checked out since…well…it’s my arm and I need it. A few chiropractor/doctor/physical therapist visits and an MRI later, I have some disc and nerve issues in my neck. Arm is resurrected though, and I’m ready to start up again.

I’d LOVE to start riding my bike if it were not for the December-like weather we are still having. I did go out the other night and this is what happened:


Chainrings. You hate ‘em? I hate ‘em myself. I think this is a sign because I kept hearing this still, small voice whisper “get a single speeeeeeeed.” Nevermind that I was riding my road bike when this happened. After the super glue didn’t take on this cut, I found myself getting 10 stitches in the ER. I thought of Weston as I used my fingers to open and close the cut as I talked…because it looked like a mouth.