Although he was dreading the day of turning 30...he at least was surrounded by friends and family. Fortunately for me, without having a job for the summer I could devote my day to organizing a small surprise golf tournament at Lake Oswego Municipal Course. I can't believe everyone was able to keep it a surprise and no major glitches (except for John Mark not wanting to put on his blinking 30 pin!). Thanks for all that showed up and supported his "plunge" into the world of thirties.
Punches
It's not about how hard you can punch. It's about how hard you can get punched and keep moving forward.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Suprise...someone turned 29+1
Although he was dreading the day of turning 30...he at least was surrounded by friends and family. Fortunately for me, without having a job for the summer I could devote my day to organizing a small surprise golf tournament at Lake Oswego Municipal Course. I can't believe everyone was able to keep it a surprise and no major glitches (except for John Mark not wanting to put on his blinking 30 pin!). Thanks for all that showed up and supported his "plunge" into the world of thirties.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Exploring Oregon with the Aherns





Theta sorority sister (hmm, don't say those words often), Kelsey, and her husband Mike came out from Austin to explore as much of Portland as they could. They believe that Austin is "weirder" than Portland, so we were on a mission to prove them wrong. Highlights of the week include wandering around downtown, Saturday market, Hood River, hiking the Columbia Gorge, Mt. Hood and Timberline Lodge, bike pub crawl, wine tasting in the Willamette Valley, brewfest, home-cooked salmon in Lake Oswego, bubble tea, and my favorite slurping Huckleberry milkshakes from the Huckleberry Inn.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
First Anniversary Bliss
Schoooools out, for....SUMMER!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Spring Break 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Home Signature
How about in music, that guy, Angus, from AC/DC. He wears suit jackets with matching shorts. Little weird. Even in cycling. A certain cyclist always makes his hands like he’s shooting two six-shooters when we wins a race. Alright, you get it.
So, in a way more boring, domesticated way. I have a signature in the house. But mine I’m trying to get rid of (the cyclist up above could get rid of his too). It’s one Kelsey has been so nice to point out. Even calling me at work once. I leave crumbs behind. Not all crumbs, I’m a clean person. But from my PB&J creations I make mainly. I make a lot of them, so the frequency of my mess could be or is high (depending on whom you ask). I’m working on it, getting them up right away that is. Below is an example, minus the rarity blob of jelly (Marionberry I think). It was just too perfect that happened when I went to take the photo.
Here’s the deal. We get up early usually. I’m in more of a rush than my wife (because I’m slower), so I swiftly have to make my lunch which is 98% of the time a PB&J. I love them you see. They taste good, they're quick to make, hold well (I actually ate one last Monday I made on a Thursday), and usually not too messy (again, depends on who you ask). I think it’s the utility of the PB&J I love most or it’s the Trader Joe’s peanut butter. So, it’s 5 am, making PB&J’s, it’s dark, I’m thinking about how cold my car is going to be, then I forget to wipe the crumbs up! But, here it is, the crumbs are same color as the counter! I don’t even see them to remind myself they are even there without my friendly signal, Mr. Blob of Jelly.
So, then my wife is making her lunch or breakfast after she gets back from the gym (it’s brighter out now remember). She says “Uh” are those crumbs? “Yes, John Marks crumbs” she says. “He did it again, leaving his PB&J crumbs again.” Wham. My household signature! I don’t mean too, honestly. I usually get those up 80 % of the time. But if I don’t, I could get a phone call at work or at least an email.
So there it is. It a very un-MJ glorified manner, my household signature. I bet I stick my tongue out when I slather peanut butter my bread though.