the weekend

If somebody asked me what I did this past weekend, one of my instincts might be to respond with "well, I had my arms nearly pulled out of their sockets, I was stung by jelly fish, and I had the skin on my hands sanded off until I bled. But before that I had large objects dropped on my toes." It almost sounds like a torture chamber, but it all happened...

I was moving furniture, and of course what goes up, must come down. That's enough to explain what happened to my toes. The rest....basically I was getting used to the idea of wake-boarding behind Jeff's boat. It takes lots of practice.....and I'll get up on plane next time I try. I'm sure of it.

apparently, this blog has gone dry. perhaps I'll start a Xanga again, and point people here....