…having to work on your birthday. I should be out celebrating, but I instead find myself here:
Oh well…such is life. I’ll just have to catch up on my festivities this weekend. Perhaps an extended trail run in the desert? Yeah, that might just be the ticket.
With work, family, and life in general occupying my every waking moment (not including that fuzzy evening I spent lost in Japan with a split upper lip, but that’s another tale), there’s quite a few things that I used to do but haven’t done in quite a while.
Thinking it, things that used to occupy my time (and would still if I had more time) were:
Rock climbing
Surfing
Camping
Skee ball!
Going to the movies (thank goodness for DVD/Blu-ray)
Playing board games (last game played: Memoir ’44…6 months ago)
World Of Warcraft
Photography
Waxing poetic about “the good ‘ole days”
Motorcycles
Working with the Doom level editor
Snowboarding
Playing the guitar
Out of all these things I think I miss surfing the most. My board looks so lonely hanging on the wall in my garage.
As luck would have it I’m planning on buying a new car in the next month or two. I think I’ll be trading in my Honda S2000 for a vehicle large enough to accommodate my surfboard. Of course, having not surfed in many years, that means somebody better keep an eye on me until I get familiar with the ocean again.
Hope to see you surf side at La Jolla or Del Mar soon.
Stepping over the cat on the stairs this afternoon and I managed to stub/jam my toe. Darn thing’s all purple and loose and quite painful. Strangest thing about this, besides the pain, was the fact that my very first thought as I was tumbling down the stairs was, “Am I going to be able to go running tomorrow?”
Sad. So very sad…
By the time you read this, Karin will have (finally) checked out of the hospital, and we’ll have the baby home and in his crib. The rest of this week we’ll be busy adjusting to a new sleeping schedule, settling in, and getting used to this new baby thing.
Being pulled in so many different directions at once, I sometimes feel like MacGyver having to come up with novel ways to overcome the demands that baby is putting on us. Heh…
Sorry for the late post, but I’ve been a bit…distracted.
At 3:30am on February 10th, Karin woke me up to tell me that her water broke.
At 8:30pm on February 11th, our son Tyler was born! He’s 11lbs 15oz of cuteness 
In the baby recovery room, just after his round of shots
Baby meets mommy for the first time
Pouty lips, fat cheeks...pure awesomeness!
