Photo Trickery.

Guess who's doing their homework. And their physical therapy. And who knows how to read books? That's right, me.

Back in action.

Woke up this morning with full bending/walking/running/ninja fighting capabilities. I must have drank some milk from a jesus-healing-cow or something.
Then I woke up again this morning and I was in my brace, with about 2 inches of bendability. And it was all a dream. I used to read word up magazine.

Thanks to everyone who have been helping me lately. I've had lots of reading and movie watching time. And a few plants to water as well.

XRAYS!!!!!

YAY!

Day 5: post operation.

feeling pretty good today considering. brenda brought m about 15 chick flicks so that should get me through the weekend. I showered yesterday, TA-DA! Thanks to brendan's engineering on the shower to make in handicapped or whatever. Still suprised ever morning when i wake up. Still can't make the tears stop when i try to crutch around. May is going to be long. June is going to be longer. Brenda tells me i'm going to have a little chicken leg. Not to mention full of chicken wriring. Fuck. What are you gonna do?

Jacked the Fuck Up.

Saturday I broke my knee cap into 8 pieces trying to fit one last beautiful day of shred in. Broke it on a stupid BOX being held up by cinderblocks. My knee hit the cinderblock straight on, not danaging any of the tissue or ligaments or whatnot. Ended in a surgery requiring what looks like a hand full of nails and a bunch of wire. I'll have to get all that shit taken out in 6 months-year. Was playing around on the box so i wouldnt just sit around and drink beer all day.
MORAL OF THE STORY: opt out for beer drinking. Or really, just don't test your fucking luck. I've been riding 12 seasons now, and this is my first major injury. It comes with the territory. If you're going to snowboard you have to accept that. I tried to play it safe all year, not really trying things that were new for me besides feild of steep snow. Which I think I'm going to stick to next season. No more concrete. No more cinderblocks. This HURTS.
Pictures of the scene or the crime to come. Plus the ER, plus the xrays. For right now here's one Ramy took while two kids were trying to patch me and and get me off the mountain.

Jump Brodie! Jump!

Brodie photo shoot today for some pretty exciting stuff going on in Anchorage... ok so I'm lying, nothing exciting going on here, but we did shoot the dog. Damn that's a good looking pup. Any one else think I'd be a hell of a dog owner? Please say yes.

Puppy eyes?

Brenda the beast trainer got right into it too, but didn't get quite as high off the ground as our jack-rabbit friend.

Here's to you, Jontue.

New art director at the agency. Has gone a couple weeks with me a Brenda and seems to have kept his sanity. Named after a particular cologne that may have reached its peak popularity in the 80's with this fantastic advertising.