The Legend of the Bloody Sock, Part II

I'm sure many of you remember back in October of 2004 when the Red Sox made their miraculous comeback against the Yankees and then went on to win their first World Series in years, breaking the curse of the Bambino. You probably remember how Curt Schilling won game 6 of that series despite playing on an injured ankle that was bloody by the end of the evening. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to inform you that the legend of the bloody sock lives on, and it's not just for baseball players.
I don't have time to explain all the details of this amazing story, but I can tell you this: The treadmills at the Kirkwood YMCA are more than meet the eye. While working out there recently, I not only received an injury to my ankle (rather like Schilling), but fought through the pain and finished my alotted 30 minutes on the machine!!!! I'm pretty sure that I'm a local legend here in Kirkwood, and I'm expecting the national media to be by any day to write some articles about me and this second installment of the Legend.
If you don't believe me, just look at the pictures...they tell the whole story by themselves.

The Legend, Part I.................. The Legend, Part II

2-4-06

On a brighter note I have to admit that I am the man in our relationship. What I mean by that is that I am the one that does not remember important dates/information. It is so pathetic. I first forgot what color Chris' eyes were (we were engaged at the time) and then I forgot his birthday (we were on a family trip in DisneyLand and it just sliped my mind that morning).
As if that wasn't bad enough, Monday night had to come along. Chris told me he was taking me somewhere, but it was a surprise. We ate dinner and I kept trying to guess where we were going, he wouldn't budge. We started driving and after stopping and asking for directions we pulled into a strip mall and I saw the sign for The Melting Pot. He said to me, "What day is today? 2-4-06" (It took me a minute to register what that meant). It was the anniversay of our engagement and he took me there the night that we got engaged. It brought a little tear to my eye. Thanks Chrissy, I guess I can't say that your aren't romantic!

Just another city council meeting......

So our newest news comes from what happened on Thursday night. We were just watching Surviver when a girl I work with called to tell me to turn to the news because a guy had just gone into our town's (Kirkwood) city hall meeting and shot a bunch of people. I guess he was mad over some zoning issues. In the end he killed 2 police officers, shot the mayor in the head, and killed 3 other council members. He also ended up getting shot and killed. (Don't worry, my favorite part is that he lived in our neighborhood- Meacham Park). I have never been so grateful to be so unoccupied by city issues.

Put me in Coach!!

With all the buildup for the Superbowl on Sunday, I'm reminded of my last football outing.
A few months ago I was playing football with some friends from school and guys from their ward, and when we went to pick teams, I didn't get picked first. No surprise, right? Well, I didn't get picked second, third or even last (as embarassing as that would have been).
I DIDN'T GET PICKED AT ALL!!!!!! They chose teams, and I was the last one left, but then they all just started running out to the field. I was just standing there, so I picked a team myself and made them have me as a teammate. I know I'm not a physical specimen, but to have the pimply, scrawny 13 year old picked before me was a slight blow to my manhood. Ah well, there's always basketball, tennis and golf, right?

On a happier note, well, no, just on a different note, I got a parking ticket the other day up on campus. I parked in an empty area in one of the lots, thinking it was okay (there was no "no parking" sign here), but came back to my car to find a $50 ticket on it!!! The crappy part was that I seriously got there 1 minute after they left the ticket, losing my chance to plead my case. Let's hope they grant my appeal.

Finally, I got a new calling in church. Not only do I get to accompany the primary, but now I get to be the ward choir accompanist as well. It doesn't look like I'll be able to just go and sight-read this stuff like I could for the primary songs, but it will give me a chance to practice the piano. The trick is going to be trying to get any men to sing in the choir (it currently consists of one 15 year old). Wish me luck!!

Here's our piano we got for Chrismas