Some might call it obsessive, I choose to call it a nice selection

A hand full of screw hooks, some zip ties, a drill, and viola a nice, tidy storage solution. Due to its storied past, the Klein, aka Buck, is prominently displayed front and center. Does it look like an addiction, as I prefer to describe it as a habit, addiction is such an ugly word.

Alcohol 'enthusiast' or drunkard...you make the call

I've wanted a kegerator for the longest time, and now that I am out in the sticks proper, I decided to treat myself. The night that this picture was taken, a new drink was born...The PBJ.
Think of the classic Jager Bomb with a Patron twist. I decided to go with a Borat angle and call it, "Patron Bomb of Jager"....NICE!!!!

Bad things happen when you DJ w/an XC bike and clipless pedals

Note to self: when you get that little feeling that you shouldn't do something, you should probably listen. I actually SAID to my neighbor and another friend that was over, I shouldn't be doing this (DJ'ing on the Fuel w/the seat post WAY too high and clipless pedals). Well I did it anyways and as soon as I hit the lip I knew it was bad. I tried to hit the eject button, but didn't get a clean release due to the clipless pedeals. I hit the ground HARD, resulting in a calcaneal fracture. My entire life could have gone by without learning about THAT bone. Chuck drove me to the hospital and 9 days later I had surgery. Three hours, one plate, 1o screws, and a quote from the orthopedic surgeon later, "at one point I stopped counting the bone fragments"...gee doc, you could have left THAT neat little detail out. This brings the total to 18 fractures. I am beginning to think my new screen name should be "scarred and broken"...

The outside a few days after surgery















The inside several weeks after surgery

Sprocket the wonder dog in action, Listening Ears style

Sprocket and I at a local elementary school participating in a reading mentor ship program called Listening Ears.