welcome.
crazyknee.com is:
a personal Web page launched Nov. 1, 2000,
the day Leanne had ACL/meniscus repair performed
on her right leg. Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way. Hopefully.

30 january 2004 . 07:11 pm PT
I figured I had to update again since the month is almost over geesus how time flies. I won tickets to tonight's performance of the San Francisco sketch comedy festival. Apparently we're going to see funny funny stuff from Slovin & Alvin (?) and somebody/thing called "I Will Not Apologize." The web site gives no clue as to what this means. Highly suspicious. And very funny?

I've updated my reading list, if you're into that sort of thing.

Should I see "Cold Mountain"? I'm getting conflicting reports. Lately, every movie I see makes me cry. Where's the happy big-budget movie musicals, huh? huh? Speaking of, a sing-a-long version of "The Wizard of Oz" will be showing at the Castro in March.

Today's special treat: Photo shoots at the base of Mt St Helen's (hooray for the on-loan photo scanner!).

27 january 2004 . 12:09 pm PT

Yo. You're right, I cannot get my act together. I cannot update regularly or intelligently. It's true I have no excuse (except for all of that reality TV programming I can't stop watching; it really cuts into my blogging time).

Recently (1/18, to be exact) it was the 28th anniversary of the birth of Wendy Heller, a 4rth grade student teacher. Wendy, how does that make you feel?

Weeks before that was Hannukah, Christmas, and the turn of the new year. Remember? Remember? I spent all of that time in scenic Reno, Nevada, a town I have grown to love. I mean that. John likes it there too. John, do you have any quarters so I can play the slots?

Leanne, how long before some dude is going to tell you to STOP TAKING PICTURES on the Peppermill casino floor? Not long at all, not long at all.

Before my immediate family arrived from Maryland, I went to a Hanukkah party AND a mezuzah hanging with my aunt and uncle. I ate many potato latkes, shared opinions on Internet dating and talked war with a veteran. I was slightly terrified someone would realize I had no clue about Jewish practices, holiday songs, or traditional food.  I helped light the menorah on subsequent evenings to make up for my ignorance. Festival of lights! You can't go wrong.

Holly, do you know what the menorah candles represent? 

On Christmas morning (my father wasn't due in Reno until that afternoon), we all piled in the van to scarf down a $8 Christmas dinner at The Nugget (it was good! believe it!) and then ride over to the Reno Hilton for a mid-morning bowl. The alley was packed. And I rolled my highest score ever, beating all. An even better Xmas showing was the solid line of the middle-aged incessantly banging away at slot machines in a "tournament." Apparently, the goal of this "tournament" is to hit the machine enough times ... there is no SKILL involved, just bang bang bang bang that "Play" button.

Tom, can you show us how to look cool at the bowling alley? I don't think Beth, Holly or Leanne know what they're doing.

Other exciting adventures in Reno included the family's first visit to a Sonic Drive-In (where Paris and Nicole worked on "The Simple Life"). Ho ho ho BOY you haven't lived until you make my sister order the last seasonal milkshake (the last holiday shake of the season!!) from a girl on rollerskates while five adults scream and laugh in the back of the van. I have it all on film.  We also went to the mall. And ate "Ice Cream of the Future." Which tastes surprisingly good.

Could you please show us more pictures of family fun times in scenic Reno, NV?

My last big meal of '03 was served to me at Claim Jumper, my totally favorite chain restaurant. Hey Mom, why don't you take a little nap while we play checkers and wait for our table? There there now, you rest.

John, why don't you shoot some pictures of us by this white fence in the middle of Reno? Please?

Well, friends, happy 2004. I wish you all a good one. Do you think it could possibly compare to Bel Air High School Prom Night 1993? God I hope so.