Cut my fingernail off

Yup. Trying to peel an orange with a vegetable peeler. Slice.

But then we saw this awesome sunset and I felt better.
For some inexplicable reason, I cannot get that image to flip horizontally. Bad luck. Anyway, there is a bit of a lightning strike in that picture, but it's hard to tell because the sun was hitting that part of the cloud while it struck. Was a great sunset and it reminded me a lot of that scene from Independence Day.

Now it's raining, but it's gentle and nice.

A world of adventure

So the other day I went for a bike ride after work. I haven't really ridden my bike since August of last year when I was working graveyard shift at a restaurant and couldn't afford gas, but since I have the lucrative career as an inmate babysitter now, I can afford car things and therefore, do not require such a simple engineering ploy to get me around town.

Well, we have a bike trail in town that I figured I would go through since the morning was cool after a fresh rain. I found a bit of a downhill straightaway with awesome trees on either side, and I shifted into high gear to pick up speed.

Then I saw this mud puddle and hit my brakes.

Since this silt was on the outside of a rather sharp turn, I had no choice, nor did I have the reaction time to avoid it. So I hit it at around 25 kmh and did this.

So, when my tires hit the mud, they went off to the right, and my body pretty much kept going forward. Then when the tires hit the dry pavement, they righted themselves from my own bodily momentum. Mud flipped up along my leg, on my shirt, into my hair, and I came out of it perfectly fine, but much more careful about how fast I decide to go around blind corners after rainstorms.


Also, I'm finding my life to be getting off track a bit and it's affecting my relationships and work, so I'm going to attempt to start some weekly goals to give myself a sense of direction in my life. I'm going to start by updating this, and my other blog at least once a week. It's not much, but I'll work up from there.

Guitar: Impossible

Not only is this a cool edit, but the second best part of the whole thing is him singing part of Business Time by Flight of the Concords, which is an amazing song in it's own right.

Front door Sentry

Home defense/decor anyone?

That was Rachel's idea to creep out house guests. And to deter home invaders.

My superior marksmanship right there was done with a CZ-52 Pistol, featured here.

It kicks like a small rifle and shoots a Kevlar-penetrating bullet. Perfect for hostile government takeovers. Unfortunately, it only holds 8 rounds. Man, I could only take out like, 30 guys if they stood in line!

Ridiculousness aside, I really liked Rachel's suggestion, and it helps clean the place up by reducing the amount of sentimental junk lying around.

Computer set up

All Moved!

The house is still a mess, but this is it. I absolutely love it. It's the nicest place I've ever lived on my own in (as in, never lived with my parents in. The house in Lyman after the remodel was the nicest I've lived in.)

It's a one bedroom, with the cool doorways separating rooms. It's small, but not cramped at all. There is plenty of room for everything if I arrange it right. Rachel is doing an amazing job of making me unpack, without being pushy and annoying about it.

My favorite thing is that the apartment smells nice. Without being too much of a disappointment, I must say that it's a breath of fresh air.

Puns are the lowest form of humor. I know.

Greetings from Bethany, Missouri

Up here at a wedding for Rachel's friend, Elizabeth. She was married yesterday at around 6ish PM in her In-Law's yard, underneath an off-white tent in front of 30 or so people. She looked fantastic in her white and red gown, and the groom, Nathan, looked quite nice himself, in the black/white/red three piece he had thrown on.

I've only been to three weddings in my life that I recall. I guess I played a gig for a reception once and I vaguely recall seeing something where an uncle of mine told me that "trumpet players make the best kissers" which my mother didn't approve of me hearing for some reason.

So, I remember my Mom's sister Louanne getting married, and my Dad's sister Jamie. But both of those celebrations occurred long ago and my memory is vague.

Today was an interesting experience for me. It was an Episcopalian service, and the Reverend/Minister/Priest guy was a really neat dude. Apparently, Elizabeth wants to go into the Seminary someday, so you can imagine how spiritual the wedding ceremony was.

I felt a little out of place there, for quite a few reasons, but I met some of Rachel's old friends and I think they're all really cool. I got to skip a couple days of work too. Overall I've had a great weekend so far. Looks like we'll get to repeat the whole process again next month for another friend, though, word on the street (read: Directly from the bride-to-be) has it that the next wedding I'll be at will be a little bigger. Closer to 150 people should be there.

I've learned a lot of new things about my psyche this weekend that I wouldn't have explored otherwise. It's been very eye-opening, yet on the other hand, I've thought of nearly as many questions that I can't answer right now. Perhaps that's the process of life at work. As soon as you answer two questions, three more pop up. It's how we grow and develop.