Christmas?

I told a good friend about this blog a couple of weeks ago, and have wanted to revive it since. It's a sweet memento, and I love reading your thoughts and seeing your pictures, so let's begin posting again?

I'm in San Luis Obispo now, working at a software company. It was a bit of a transition leaving Visalia and my job at the church, but everything is beautiful here, and I feel a little more at home every time I explore a new beach or get drunk and white-girl-dance at a new-to-me pub.

I miss you.

I'm thinking of throwing a Christmas party and inviting you hooligans. Anyone traveling, or how do your weekends look in Dec?

Tell me all about your lives, please.

As I sit here, feeding Fhloston the cat tortilla chips and re-reading all the posts since this blog's inception, I suddenly feel as if I've come a long ways.

We live in Montana now. We've survived one winter and are just entering another. We added another cat to our family: Mrs. B. I work as a freelance writer and Jared brews beer for a living. We're starting a church in our house. How can so much have happened in so little time?

Our life seems idyllic (minus the poverty part), but really the lack of friends (YOU) makes it hard. Lately I lack the motivation to do anything. My days consist of hanging out upstairs and watching Netflix -- Felicity, to be specific. (Beth, I'm officially addicted and I blame it on you.) Getting dressed, working, cleaning ... it all seems like such a hassle these days.

So what I'm trying to say, is, we're visiting LA in December. The 8-8th. Seeing you all will renew my lease on life, so if it's at all possible, BE IN TOWN.

First Farmer's Market of the season was a GIANT success.

If You Think I Look Bad, You Should've Seen The Bear

Part of me wishes that Beth had videotaped me looking in the mirror for the first time on Wednesday morning to see half of my front tooth missing. But another part of me is very glad she didn't. My first reaction upon waking up was "Owwww, my arms hurt," followed by "I need to get to work."

Beth wisely said, "I don't think you're going to work today."

Well, two days have passed and after receiving a root canal, I can finally look forward to not looking like I live in a trailer park. That is until Tuesday when I finally get the cap for my front tooth. Until then I've been telling my 4th and 5th grade students that I got in a fight with a bear. All things considered, it could actually be true.

For me, everything after a few swigs of drink is disturbingly blank.

All I know for certain from Trevor is that I spent a while running in circles around a trash can until he abruptly threw it into a neighbor's backyard.

From Vincent I learned that I was apparently functioning by following my body weight as I constantly fell over, turning each fall into a full-fledged sprint in whatever direction my body was leaning.

It seemed somehow, mysteriously, my life had turned into something out of a Judd Apatow movie.

Apparently, after I was dragged home on that fateful night, Beth said to me "You chipped your tooth."
"That's my name!" I replied.
"Your name is Chip?"
"Yeah."

Apart from the obvious I'm still dealing with a puffy lip and a sore leg, but luckily the mild concussion I suspected I had is no longer a fear when I'm going to sleep. In the meantime, I still consider it completely fine for anyone to call me Chip.

me zach and beth are dominating visalia, kT needs to recuperate already.

I've really been loving our fire pit/committee nights. I'm so glad I have all of you.

Well, I'm happy to say there isn't much to report because I've actually had the opportunity to see all of you in person rather recently. Zack and I have decided to stick around Visalia, hopefully for a good long while. We're very ready to be sedentary so lets hope we can make it happen.

While skimming Visalia's measly craigslist I came upon a listing for a FREE CORGI so I jumped on that opportunity, knowing that my mom wouldn't be able to turn him down. His name is Charlie. He's five years old. And he has the furriest butt cheeks ever.