I keep putting off writing posts because I have a personal expectation to be constantly witty and entertaining. I’m too tired to be either right now, so I’ll just try for dry and factual instead.
I have been making slow progress on my list. This past Friday Kyle and I had a small game night at my brother and sis-in-law’s house (list item #74). Euchre. Oh, how we missed Euchre. For some reason Kyle and I figured no one around us knew how to play it, and were getting rather desperate to find people that did. Apparently all it took was asking. Who knew?
While the game play wasn’t quite as colorful as it was in college, with Kyle’s flame-haired roommate’s constant barrages of insults and rule challenges, it was really, really fun. Kyle and I sadly lost two of the three full sets we played. And I started to fall asleep once the clock struck 10. I’m getting freakin’ old.
We have also continued to take Audrey on more hikes (#92). Most recently we went with our friends Dan and Sara, and their dog Kieva. They knew of a great place that was mostly shaded the whole way, due to it running along a creek bed. There had at one time been a road, and vacation homes located along this route too, but a freak flood many years ago took care of most of that. It was interesting to see how the plants the owners had brought in have flourished left to their own devices. I have many pictures, but of course keep forgetting to make note of where it was we went on each hike, so they now all blend together into one long uber-hike photostream. Here are a few though.
“Bridge out ahead.” You think?

Humongous plants from previous home owners.

Great swimming spot where we stopped for lunch.

It almost felt like we lived somewhere that has real vegetation! Mainly because most of these trees had been imported. Yeah Maples!

You forget this kind of thing exists when you’re surrounded by concrete 24/7!

Tired puppies.
I have also managed to complete another nephew/niece sweater (#7 and #9). I had already made one for my niece Helena, which went fairly well, with the exception of my miscalculating just how many stitches should have gone into the sleeves and producing sail-like sleeves:
The one I just finished was for my newest nephew Noah (how’s that for alliteration). It was supposed to be finished just after his birth, but luckily I had apparently been following the directions for a bigger size, and it should fit him for fall. Thankfully, it came out much more proportional:

Kyle and I have also been trying to celebrate the holidays with decent flair (#96). I keep forgetting to take pictures of all of them though. Mother’s Day was celebrate at afar, with the sending of cards and phone calls, and Father’s Day was spent with me sleeping most of the day at Kyle’s parent’s house. Oops! Memorial Day was great. With Mark and Renee back in the US, they had another of their annual crawfish boils to celebrate the holiday. Them little suckers sure are tasty. Although I do hate to see them plopped into the water. I like to be the typical blind America and not know from where my food is coming. And of course we forgot our camera. Here are pictures of Easter and Cinco De Mayo though:
A great shot of my Easter Nostrils.

Yes. Taco Bell and some Cervasa. We’re living the dream.
I have also been plugging away at the AFI movie list (#100). I need to make a separate page of all the movies I need to see, and cross them off there. I’m somewhat disappointed in myself for not liking the ones I’ve seen more. Although I did enjoy “Philadelphia Story”. Or at least I did until the DVD started freaking out by skipping and freezing. Maybe I shouldn’t count having watched that one. Hmm. Anyway, Kyle and I tried our best to make it through “Birth of a Nation”, but just couldn’t do it. It’s freakin’ long, and we did make it about 2 hours in.
“Harvey” was also not that great for me. I was hoping to, since it’s my dad’s name. But seriously? 60 years ago people would have run screaming from a home or a paying catering job just because a man who lived there tried to introduce his 6′ 3 1/2″ best friend who happened to be a white rabbit, and invisible? What ever happened to people just having that crazy uncle that everyone indulged? And if he had lived in that town with everyone else for his whole life, they would have already known he was crazy. And don’t even get me started about the forced commitment of the aunt into the insane asylum.
Some older movies I do like, because they were able to still have some resemblance to how real people act and react. Others, like “Harvey”, not so much. Yes, I know 60 years can make a difference, but mostly just in how interactions are portrayed, rather than the real-life interactions themselves. But I just have to admit to myself that I can’t make myself like an old classic just because you’re supposed to. I hate “Annie Hall”. There, I said it. Moving on.
Even though I have made little steps of progress, I keep having some set backs as well. I had been doing really well with working out at least 3 times a week (#40), and had made it up to 6 weeks of doing so. Then I went on vacation and got a cold, and it went all to hell. Last week I only worked out once, and that was more a kind of. So, I’m having to start over on that one. Not that it’s bad for me or anything, but it’s just a tiny bit demoralizing. Although I have noticed that my lung capacity is improving, and my muscles are letting me work out longer each day. My calf muscles are getting a bit more toned, and I seem to have a teeny bit less junk in the trunk. I’m getting pissed it’s not working on deflating my little belly pooch at all yet, but I’m still holding out hope. I had even been waking up at 5:30 or 6 am, on my own, with no aid from an alarm. What is that all about?!? It’s like I’m some adult or something. Not quite sure how to handle it.
I also seem to be struggling with eating one serving of vegetables a day for a month (#42). I’m on my third attempt. On my first attempt, I made it 10 days. That’s a lot of vegetables for someone that hates them. Again, not an item that’s necessarily bad to keep messing up, but I really don’t like vegetables.
After ranting for much longer than was initially meant, I will stop now.













