Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Checking In After One Year

It's now been almost a full year since I've dropped away from the blog-thing, and all I can say is:

My backyard smells like syrup.

'Has for weeks now, as if we painted the house with the stuff.

That's about all, folks. Life is great, work is rewarding, New Mexico is amazing. Mel is doing great after a honeymoon-related ACL injury. The joke has been made, folks. No need to go there.

I'm certainly on the path to be one of the millions abandoning their blogs. I'll check in every now and then, barring a huge bout of free time and/or life changing moment.

Until then, eat waffles. Go devils.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

checking in

we're happily married, loving new mexico, and for the moment, not blogging much.
thanks for checking in, ya stalkers.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

We. Are. Moving.

Got the dream job. We're moving to New Mexico.

While NM may be one of the only states in the nation stranger than Missourah, the job opportunity is everything I could have ever dreamed about, and more. Being closer to B, M &W...and the possibility of the parents building a cabin in Taos...makes the deal sweeter than I can describe here in words.

I post here occasionally so that my family can see what we're up to out here in the State of Misery: thanks to you all for your continued support and fond wishes as we transition.

Closing ruminations about St. Louis to follow, along with further details as to the impetus of the move.

For now, saddle up. The next few months are going to be a wild ride.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


zen sandbox, originally uploaded by jasonmlott.

Willow is now talking up a storm. Every morning of my visit she knocked on my bedroom door, wanting to show me her arsenal of toys. Her saying "Uncle Yason" is just about the cutest thing I've ever heard.


socked in, originally uploaded by jasonmlott.

On the high road from Taos, heading back to Santa Fe.

B: Ahhhhh, look at the baby cow.
M: We should bring him home. He could be a friend for the dog and a pet to Willow.
Me: Or veal. Tender, tender veal.

I seem to be lacking in certain animal protective traits that my brother and sister-in-law hold dear.