It won't get me next time...

You may remember watching me do this back in October of 2008....

I was very excited to get a turn on the treadmill after Grandma was done with her turn. Today was no different...my cars needed some fun in the morning.

Turned in to not so much fun...

I was just trying to help them drive over the treadmill and underneath when the treadmill grabbed my hand...I screamed...Grandma threw the remote to save me...the treadmill may or may not still have skin stuck to it...

Mom: Dallin...what happened to your fingers?

Me: They're broken...

On a happy note...mom found me some "cool new clothes" at her favorite store Crazy 8 tonight...there are guitars on the jeans:)

War wounds...not the first, not the last.

I went to my park today.

I do know how to walk...but some days I'm not on my best game.

Today was one of those days.

This is my very first knee scrape.  I am very proud of it.

I even had mom put a band-aid on it.

I think that was a mistake, because I really didn't like when she took it off.