Nice try.
11.27.2007
11.25.2007
Say Uncle!
Congratulations (and thank you; thank you very, very much) to Namy.
In 8 months we can all stop pretending Nollie is a grandchild, except for you, Mom and Dad Swenson (sorry, but not really).
Thanksgiving dinner was excellent. Steve made cranberry sauce from scratch. Sarah made turkey, mashed potatoes, asparagus, garlic green beans, rolls, and chocolate pie. I bought a bag of chips; they were Ruffles.
View of the kitchen on Thanksgiving.
162, 211.
Sometimes cute is more how you act than how you look.
Nice!
In 8 months we can all stop pretending Nollie is a grandchild, except for you, Mom and Dad Swenson (sorry, but not really).
Thanksgiving dinner was excellent. Steve made cranberry sauce from scratch. Sarah made turkey, mashed potatoes, asparagus, garlic green beans, rolls, and chocolate pie. I bought a bag of chips; they were Ruffles.
View of the kitchen on Thanksgiving.
162, 211.
Sometimes cute is more how you act than how you look.
Nice!
11.22.2007
Happy Thanksgiving
This morning's sunrise over the Cascades and Green Lake from Phinney Ridge.
By the way...
You're ugly and you smell bad!
11.21.2007
goings ons
Last night we finally ordered a mattress for our new bed (which was delivered 3 weeks ago and is still in the box). It's a Tempur-pedic and I can't wait to sleep on it! We will be sleeping like the Swedes do. So comfy!
We also ordered a dishwasher last night. Can't wait to not have to wash dishes. Did you know that you use 75% more water when you wash your dishes by hand? Plus, we are getting an Energy Star washer. The Swensons are saving the earth!
Today at work we had a potluck with the medical examiner's office. I brought cheesy vegetables, which everyone loved. There was so much food and I ate way to much. We all had post lunch disorder and had to try to stay awake for a lecture on methamphetamine. Ironic, huh?
Oh, and I almost forgot - Mike installed a rainmaker shower head recently. I am in love with it! It's like showering in the rain (that explanation was in case you couldn't figure out what a rain maker shower head is). And it's always a positive when you don't have to bend your knees to wash your hair.
You stink!
We also ordered a dishwasher last night. Can't wait to not have to wash dishes. Did you know that you use 75% more water when you wash your dishes by hand? Plus, we are getting an Energy Star washer. The Swensons are saving the earth!
Today at work we had a potluck with the medical examiner's office. I brought cheesy vegetables, which everyone loved. There was so much food and I ate way to much. We all had post lunch disorder and had to try to stay awake for a lecture on methamphetamine. Ironic, huh?
Oh, and I almost forgot - Mike installed a rainmaker shower head recently. I am in love with it! It's like showering in the rain (that explanation was in case you couldn't figure out what a rain maker shower head is). And it's always a positive when you don't have to bend your knees to wash your hair.
You stink!
11.18.2007
166
You know what it means. It's been a couple weeks since I last broke 200, which is not a good way to end my "season." Bowling season, and skateboarding season, ends for me when snowboarding season starts because that's where priorities lie. Unfortunately this year snowboarding season is getting a later start than last year.
The session at the Ballard Bowl was pretty good today. I had some pretty good switch runs and did some backside grinds in the deep end a few times. For those who haven't seen the Ballard Bowl, which is probably only 20% of our fan base (Hi, Mom and Dad Swenson/Miller!), I found some pics on the web, since I have yet to take any. Here's a shot of the whole thing and some other pics from around when it first opened. The picture doesn't show the bottom of the deep-end, but I think the top of the tombstone on the right is about 13 to 14 feet above the flat bottom. Don't worry mom; I'm too scared to try to grind on that. I stick to the lower part of the deep end.
As I was looking for some pics of the bowl I recognized a couple scenes and found this random shot of me, I think. That's me in the background, in the green shirt, southeast of that guy's right butt cheek. This is a picture of a backside grind; I don't think I need to explain why. Frontside grinds are a bit more photogenic. Anyway, is that what I look like? Seriously. Oh, you don't believe that's me? Well, take a look below.
Me in the same shirt at the Wonder Spot. Don't worry the mustache is just an illusion. A moment of silence for the Wonder Spot, please.
Same shirt. How can someone who's about to have so much fun look so angry?
Other than that Sarah and I went mattress and dishwasher shopping today. Soon enough we'll have a guest bed, which means a free place to stay for anyone who wants to visit (Hi, again, Mom and Dad Miller/Swenson).
P.S.
In your face!
The session at the Ballard Bowl was pretty good today. I had some pretty good switch runs and did some backside grinds in the deep end a few times. For those who haven't seen the Ballard Bowl, which is probably only 20% of our fan base (Hi, Mom and Dad Swenson/Miller!), I found some pics on the web, since I have yet to take any. Here's a shot of the whole thing and some other pics from around when it first opened. The picture doesn't show the bottom of the deep-end, but I think the top of the tombstone on the right is about 13 to 14 feet above the flat bottom. Don't worry mom; I'm too scared to try to grind on that. I stick to the lower part of the deep end.
As I was looking for some pics of the bowl I recognized a couple scenes and found this random shot of me, I think. That's me in the background, in the green shirt, southeast of that guy's right butt cheek. This is a picture of a backside grind; I don't think I need to explain why. Frontside grinds are a bit more photogenic. Anyway, is that what I look like? Seriously. Oh, you don't believe that's me? Well, take a look below.
Me in the same shirt at the Wonder Spot. Don't worry the mustache is just an illusion. A moment of silence for the Wonder Spot, please.
Same shirt. How can someone who's about to have so much fun look so angry?
Other than that Sarah and I went mattress and dishwasher shopping today. Soon enough we'll have a guest bed, which means a free place to stay for anyone who wants to visit (Hi, again, Mom and Dad Miller/Swenson).
P.S.
In your face!
Don't be a Hero
On Friday night we (Sarah, Justin (Sarah's friend from work), and myself) went to the Jolly Roger and waited for a table for about an hour. After being slightly groped by the drunken brewmaster and with no prospects of a table in sight after an hour, we decided to go to our house, order pizza, and play Guitar Hero 3 on Justin's new Wii.
Justin recently purchased a Nintendo Wii, which we played at his apartment last weekend (I spanked everyone at bowling on the Wii though in the real world last week's bowling efforts were subpar). Justin had big plans to go to Best Buy first thing in the morning last Sunday to buy a Wii and Guitar Hero 3 before they sold out from their new shipment. I suggested we go to Fred Meyer and buy it right away on Saturday night. Needless to say Fred Meyer is Justin's new favorite store. For those wondering, Fred Meyer is like a grocery store (ala Woodmans), a Kohls (ala Kohls), and a Target (OK, maybe more like a Shopko) all in one. Not to mention there's a jewelry store attached at the front (in the midwest you only get the Fred Meyer jewelry stores in your malls).
We drank some of the recent stock of Christmas time ales to recently hit the shelves and played a guitar video game, all the while listening to me explain how it's not like playing a real guitar. Before this post turns into too much of a snooze-fest, here are some pictures.
Justin wails on his fake plastic guitar as though it were a real guitar with real music emanating from it.
Sarah assumes the power stance and considers Justin to be a footnote on her epic ass.
Today, or yesterday by now, there was a tournament at the Sunset Bowl, so there was no open bowling. I just wanted to let you know that me not posting the bowling scores was not because I suck but simply because I didn't get a chance to suck. Well that's all for now.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Suck it!
Justin recently purchased a Nintendo Wii, which we played at his apartment last weekend (I spanked everyone at bowling on the Wii though in the real world last week's bowling efforts were subpar). Justin had big plans to go to Best Buy first thing in the morning last Sunday to buy a Wii and Guitar Hero 3 before they sold out from their new shipment. I suggested we go to Fred Meyer and buy it right away on Saturday night. Needless to say Fred Meyer is Justin's new favorite store. For those wondering, Fred Meyer is like a grocery store (ala Woodmans), a Kohls (ala Kohls), and a Target (OK, maybe more like a Shopko) all in one. Not to mention there's a jewelry store attached at the front (in the midwest you only get the Fred Meyer jewelry stores in your malls).
We drank some of the recent stock of Christmas time ales to recently hit the shelves and played a guitar video game, all the while listening to me explain how it's not like playing a real guitar. Before this post turns into too much of a snooze-fest, here are some pictures.
Justin wails on his fake plastic guitar as though it were a real guitar with real music emanating from it.
Sarah assumes the power stance and considers Justin to be a footnote on her epic ass.
Today, or yesterday by now, there was a tournament at the Sunset Bowl, so there was no open bowling. I just wanted to let you know that me not posting the bowling scores was not because I suck but simply because I didn't get a chance to suck. Well that's all for now.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Suck it!
11.12.2007
Happy Vet's Day!
I had today off, you know being a state employee and all. I spent my day searching for window treatments for the living room. Yuck and boring! I'm not very excited about curtains or drapes or shades or any of that.
I also stopped at the yarn store to pick up some supplies for a couple of new projects. I just finished knitting a baby blanket that I will be giving to Baby Rice (my friend Jen is expecting!). I hope she's got only one in there because this stupid blanket took me almost a year to finish and there wasn't anything difficult about it.
Count it!
I also stopped at the yarn store to pick up some supplies for a couple of new projects. I just finished knitting a baby blanket that I will be giving to Baby Rice (my friend Jen is expecting!). I hope she's got only one in there because this stupid blanket took me almost a year to finish and there wasn't anything difficult about it.
Count it!
11.08.2007
Time for Chili
This baby's wasted on you.
I know there were some errors with the pictures from my last post, and I did not have any time to fix them what with the 12 hour workdays this week. By the way, if the above picture gets screwed up, don't worry. It's just a picture of a red X like the one that will replace it if the link gets broken.
Well, I know you've all been on the edge of your seat since last Sunday, so let me just tell you 162, 203. It was close because averages under 160 and highs below 200 will not be posted.
Following Sunday's bowling was skateboarding in the bowl (no relation (I swear that joke will never get old)). Nels and Hoen showed up after I was skating for a little while. We three did a sweet bones brigade run and shared some high fives afterward (per our definition/interpretation a "bones brigade run" is when a group of skaters skate around the bowl simultaneously with each person taking the exact same line and following each other as closely as possible through the bowl) . The first time Nels and I did a bones brigade run everyone was cheering for us the whole time. This time we upped the ante by adding a third skater, and no one seemed to care. Good thing we're not really in it for the fans.
Monday I got my first two fillings for my first two cavities, ever. Turns out our fancy dentist uses some fancy fillings that our insurance only fully covers if they're used on specific teeth. Needless to say, my cavities were not on the right teeth.
If you're wondering, the title and first line from this post are from an episode of the Simpsons. As Sarah has duly noted (since I like to use the first line quite a bit) the proper quote is "this baby's wasted on an idiot like you." Considering one, maybe two people, might have gotten this reference I chose the less offensive route.
Finally, I hear Jeff and Danna got a puppy. Well I've got news for them; the "cuter than you" battle has just begun.
Boo-yah!
I know there were some errors with the pictures from my last post, and I did not have any time to fix them what with the 12 hour workdays this week. By the way, if the above picture gets screwed up, don't worry. It's just a picture of a red X like the one that will replace it if the link gets broken.
Well, I know you've all been on the edge of your seat since last Sunday, so let me just tell you 162, 203. It was close because averages under 160 and highs below 200 will not be posted.
Following Sunday's bowling was skateboarding in the bowl (no relation (I swear that joke will never get old)). Nels and Hoen showed up after I was skating for a little while. We three did a sweet bones brigade run and shared some high fives afterward (per our definition/interpretation a "bones brigade run" is when a group of skaters skate around the bowl simultaneously with each person taking the exact same line and following each other as closely as possible through the bowl) . The first time Nels and I did a bones brigade run everyone was cheering for us the whole time. This time we upped the ante by adding a third skater, and no one seemed to care. Good thing we're not really in it for the fans.
Monday I got my first two fillings for my first two cavities, ever. Turns out our fancy dentist uses some fancy fillings that our insurance only fully covers if they're used on specific teeth. Needless to say, my cavities were not on the right teeth.
If you're wondering, the title and first line from this post are from an episode of the Simpsons. As Sarah has duly noted (since I like to use the first line quite a bit) the proper quote is "this baby's wasted on an idiot like you." Considering one, maybe two people, might have gotten this reference I chose the less offensive route.
Finally, I hear Jeff and Danna got a puppy. Well I've got news for them; the "cuter than you" battle has just begun.
Boo-yah!
ferry
Today I went to Kitsap county for work and rode on a ferry. It was my first ferry ride. I loved it! I can see why Dr. McDreamy loves them so much.
11.03.2007
Hello...
Kitty. Topher did not make the mega-post from earlier this week because I ran out of patience. Anywho... Topher left in September to move his girlfriend, Heather, out to Seattle from Minnesota. To follow the life and times of Topher and Heather visit their blog (Partytime-Excellent as seen in the right hand margin of this blog). Topher and Heather had a Halloween get together, and somehow Sarah and I got invited (Nollie got invited initially but was then uninvited only to be re-invited once it was too late). Topher dressed up as Hello Kitty.
Due to the extreme tightness of Topher's pants this photo has been cropped just below his belt.
The only costume tighter than Topher's pants at the party was my 6th grade C-squad Bristol Renegades basketball uniform, circa 1992 (though the jersey was probably made in the early 1980's). The nice thing about me taking the pictures is that you don't have to see me in my tight-ass uniform.
I hope no one was too disturbed by the last picture I posted of Nollie. Here are some more gentle images to soothe you, if you were upset by the last image.
Nollie pouts after learning she is not welcome in Topher's home.
Tiny puppy claws are extremely efficient at puncturing many things, including human skin.
It's moments like these that make you forget all the crying, explosive diarrhea, and eating Ed's corn.
In case you didn't know, one of Nollie's many nicknames is Chompers. Now you know why. Fact: Nollie's full name is actually Nollie Chompers Miller Swenson. For the record, I wanted to name her Nollie Chompers of Zanzibar, but Sarah wouldn't let me.
Well, enough of the past, I guess. Anyway, today I went bowling at the Sunset Bowl in Ballard, as I normally do on Saturday and Sunday Mornings. Average 171, High 204. Then it was time for skateboarding at the Ballard Bowl (no relation). Finally, I removed the final slabs of concrete out of the back yard. In all I recycled 6 tons of concrete, which amounted to lifting 12 tons of concrete (load and unload). No pictures yet, but just imagine the previous picture of the backyard with bare dirt where there used to be concrete. Well, it's time for a new beer, which means it's time to go downstairs, which means this is all for now. Happy standard time eve; I can't wait for the hour of sleep.
Due to the extreme tightness of Topher's pants this photo has been cropped just below his belt.
The only costume tighter than Topher's pants at the party was my 6th grade C-squad Bristol Renegades basketball uniform, circa 1992 (though the jersey was probably made in the early 1980's). The nice thing about me taking the pictures is that you don't have to see me in my tight-ass uniform.
I hope no one was too disturbed by the last picture I posted of Nollie. Here are some more gentle images to soothe you, if you were upset by the last image.
Nollie pouts after learning she is not welcome in Topher's home.
Tiny puppy claws are extremely efficient at puncturing many things, including human skin.
It's moments like these that make you forget all the crying, explosive diarrhea, and eating Ed's corn.
In case you didn't know, one of Nollie's many nicknames is Chompers. Now you know why. Fact: Nollie's full name is actually Nollie Chompers Miller Swenson. For the record, I wanted to name her Nollie Chompers of Zanzibar, but Sarah wouldn't let me.
Well, enough of the past, I guess. Anyway, today I went bowling at the Sunset Bowl in Ballard, as I normally do on Saturday and Sunday Mornings. Average 171, High 204. Then it was time for skateboarding at the Ballard Bowl (no relation). Finally, I removed the final slabs of concrete out of the back yard. In all I recycled 6 tons of concrete, which amounted to lifting 12 tons of concrete (load and unload). No pictures yet, but just imagine the previous picture of the backyard with bare dirt where there used to be concrete. Well, it's time for a new beer, which means it's time to go downstairs, which means this is all for now. Happy standard time eve; I can't wait for the hour of sleep.
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