Adam's Birthday Masquerade

Party pictures!! Grenz and Liz:

Andy and Christina:
Tobin:
Old Man Matt:
Zombie Smith and Adia:

Death on the prowl:
Kiesung and Adam:
Renate, Nicole, and Nicole's SO (to whom I say, the fact that I can't remember your name right now does not mean that I don't think you're a lovely guy!):
Adam and Joe:
Jess and Laney:

Renee:
Me, chillin' with the Beckhams:
Zombie Larry:
Sarah!

Rachel and Sarah:
Old Man Thorne and Old Man Murphy:

And finally, Rachel. "Hey, get a shot of this Army guy between my legs!"

Happy Birthday, Adam!

Today, my lovely husband turns 33 years old. Yay! According to Wikipedia, in October of 1974, the Grateful Dead stopped touring and Muhammad Ali knocked out George Foreman to regain the Heavyweight Boxing title. Obviously, I didn't know those facts before because next to Adam's birthday, they are completely unimportant.

In the past year, since turning 32, Adam has: built one and half pairs of speakers; almost completely finished redecorating the dining room; helped me build shelves for the computer room; prepared for zombie attack by reading both World War Z and the Zombie Survival Guide; and started a new job at Welsh Companies. (AND, he's taken care of me through two foot surgeries for the last two months. If you want to know how awesome your husband really is, have two foot surgeries in two months. My husband is awesome!)

Happy birthday, sweetheart. You're my favorite!

Catching Up

Chapter Two: Happy Birthday, Arrow!

Arrow turned two years old on the 20th. He got a couple of new chewy bones, and a new ball to play with outside, but the big present will come today when we build him a dog house for out in the yard. After a month of rain every day it seems like a pretty good idea! Here's his two year old portrait. What a cutie!

Catching Up

Chapter One: The House of Foot Pain

The bunion surgery on my left foot was scheduled for Thursday, October 11. In honor of my right foot gaining strength and flexibility, Adam dropped a sheet of plywood on the big toe of his right foot. Do we know how to have a good time, or what? So, here is Adam's toe, in the process of turning a lovely dark purple. Thankfully, it's just the nail itself that's still painful. The toe seems to have escaped major injury.

Here is the x-ray of my left foot surgery, and then some pictures of the foot itself, and a lovely comparison shot of the right and left feet together. I'm so artistic. Here in the x-ray, you can see the two screws in the first metatarsal. In my right foot, they also had to cut part of the toe bone, but my left big toe straightened out easier, so they didn't have to mess with the toe. Raise your hand if you're like me and think that means less pain.... Yeah, no dice on that one. Just as painful as the right foot, sadly, with the added bonus of less stamina, too. Although I think it would probably help a lot if I were better at keeping track of when I can take more ibuprofin. At least I hope it'll help, because I go back to work tomorrow.

Oh, and the usual warning: These pics are pretty icky. Don't look too closely if you're squeamish.

Puppy Play Date

We got together with some theatre friends and their dogs on Saturday to have fun puppy play time. We were at the St Anthony Dog Park. From the left: Debbie, me, Amelia, John, Katie, Natalie with Layla, and Ben. (Photos by Adam.)


Katie and Natalie with Layla the Pug:
Sydney:
Ellie, who whined to go home the whole time:
Falstaff:
Arrow and Ellie:
Debbie and Sydney:
Arrow:
Ben, Me and Falstaff:
Seamus, King of the Water Bowl:

We Rule

TODAY it has been 3 years of kickass marriage. My wife is totally cool, and married life has been awsomely radical.

Also, Mel has been getting out of the aircast and into the sneaker. She can wear a sneaker all day long now, though it seems to make her sorry she did.

New Mel maintanance objective: More Sleep.