I wiped out incredibly hard this weekend during my sailing lesson. The wind was crizazy and next thing I know I'm booking' it with my sail about 1 foot above the water and me leaning off the other side of the boat to keep it from tipping over. While I managed to stay the course, I was not so successful in my attempts at gybing.

Holy crap that wind slapped my boom across so hard I got my main sheet (rope) tangled around my neck, the boat flipped and away I went...smacked my head into the boom as I went under with the rope still strangling me.

I finally surfaced after breathing in huge amounts of salt water. You know that lovely endless salt snot that just pours out of your head after an incident like that? Yeah. So I was able to right my boat while hacking up a lung and pull my broken ass back in the boat.

I jacked my left leg real good. Pulled my quad, swollen knee and leg covered in bruises. It kind of reminds me of the good old days in Tae Kwon Do when bruised legs was the norm. Anyway...I really enjoy sailing, despite it trying to kill me. That is all.

I got to go home Friday and spend the night with my family. My nephew Max is too friggin cute and my new nephew Ryan is too friggin yellow! Poor little guy had jaundice real bad so he had to go back in the hospital for some special baby tanning. He's home now and looking much better according to mom. Oh! Ryan's daddy showed up too, so that was a nice surprise.


the little peanut


daddy


napping with his cousin max

Sunday I went sailing for the first time ever. A new acquaintance invited me and a few friends out and I snapped up the opportunity in a jiffy. I've never been on a sailboat but I've always wanted to learn how to sail. My friend Dan and (e:Theecarey) joined me as first timers. Sadly, we hardly made it out on the lake when Dan began heaving-ho. Poor kid lost his lunch and all his Gatorade in repeated hurls starboard side. Carey wasn't feeling so hot either but didn't blow chunks. We had to come back in and let them off. I had not had enough fun for my day, so I went back out with the boys.

Interestingly, the friend joining my new acquaintance was the same guy that randomly made out with me on St. Patties Day. In times like these I'm reminded just how small Buffalo is. Once we were back on the water they pretty much let me man the helm. The rocking of the boat almost put me to sleep a few times. I was just lazing about when I heard, "I wonder what the poor people are doing today". Some guy yelled this as he waved to us in passing. What kind of shit is that?