out of the dark

Things have been anything but quiet lately in our house. Between the clanging of pots and pans during the preparation of our Thanksgiving dinner, there was also the buzzing and whirring of saws and drills in our ceiling and walls. Yes, you heard that right, and yes, I know we’ve owned this house for only a few months and isn’t it a little early to be tearing apart a brand new home? Well, we never really liked the lighting in our kitchen. It was three really hot track lights that never seemed to be lighting up the right part of the kitchen.

My parents came and visited this past week. When parents come around here, projects always get done. This time, it was replacing and adding light to our rather dark kitchen. After a couple days of work and several patched holes in the wall and ceiling, our kitchen now has a spiral track of lighting on the ceiling, pendant lights over the breakfast bar and spot lights under the cabinets. I finally have light in my kitchen. It’s become more of a pleasure to cook in my kitchen now that I can actually see the recipe and the food I’m fixing.

The rest of the weekend consisted of an insane shopping trip on Black Friday (I had to go because I was my mom’s chaufeur for the week) and a trip to snowy northern Arizona. Sean has already posted his pictures. I’ll post mine some time later this week.

Thanks for the Genetics

One may think, it’s 3:00, and Sean is posting. And if you didn’t think that, go back and read the first sentence. I’ll wait.

OK, the reason for Sean posting at 3:00PM on a workday? Genetics.

Kat and I had to take seperate cars to work today (she is jealous of my hair, and now is going to go get hers colored and cut) so I drive up to work, a good drive, with less traffic than normal, and arrive at work. I get out of the car and feel a bit of a twinge in my lower back.

Well I carry around a 2 gallor water bucket in each hand everyday, a bit of a ache is nothing. But as I start to walk towards the office, it gets worse, and worse, and I am shuffling like an old man (complete with a grimace on my face).

Great, I am at work, and immobile, and it’s 7:00 AM. Doctors don’t like to get to work that early, so I wait. I do eventually go to the doctor, and he diagnoses a sprain in my lower back. I get to go get x-rays done to confirm this, and look for any other problems, and perscriptions for muscle relaxors, pain medication, and motrin of doom.

Why genetics you may ask? My mother happens to have problems with her back, and my sister (a sibling is possibly the best indicator as to what you might get) has had a herniated disk in her back and had surgery to remedy that.

So the reason I am here at home is simple genetics.

And the reason for the wandering post are perscription medications.

birthday present

Okay, okay. I know it’s not my birthday yet. It will be in a little less than 5 hours, but this was a present that I was given last night by Sean. Coolest damn gift ever. I’ve been drooling after these guys since they started to become affordable for the common people like me. I am now the proud owner of a Nikon D70 digital SLR.

The reason I got the camera a little before my birthday is because Sean and I had planned a trip to the Hassayampa River Preserve, just south of Wickenburg, AZ. It gave me a chance to play with a lot of the basics of my camera. I have no words to describe how much I love my new camera. I still love my film SLR, but my D70 is just too cool. To show you how much I enjoyed playing with my camera, I present to you pictures from the trip, merely hours after taking them rather than like the rest of my Flagstaff pictures that I still haven’t finished cropping.

I am going to have so much fun taking pictures with this camera.

it’s all gone

It’s gone. It only really took about 20 minutes. It was there, and then 20 minutes later it wasn’t. I had gotten so tired of Sean going back and forth on the whole subject. Finally, while we were walking around last Thursday night, the topic came up again and I just said, “Look, we’ve got the time, either go ahead with it or you don’t have any more excuses.” He did it. Now, it’s all gone. I have no more words, just visual evidence of what’s no longer there.

What’s no longer there.