Thursday, August 14, 2008


Kyle and I had made a trip over to our local Sports Authority to pass some time looking at disc golf gear, pink tennis balls and eventually the camping equipment. This picture shows Kyle testing out a sleeping bag that was on clearance. Less than 24 hours earlier we had come back from Mt. Charleston to the furnace of Las Vegas. This test was prompted by Kyle’s small sleeping bag that he didn’t really fit into. Thus, we needed to see if it fit.

Kyle ended up not selecting the sleeping bag but filed it away for a purchase at another time. But after leaving the camping equipment the day was fairly ho-hum. Me and Kyle had painted the day before and had a tasty meal of Fuddruckers earlier. Kyle ended up having to go to work so I went home to get ready for the big move. (That has come and gone.)

I felt it hard to motivate my self to do anything. I hated driving because it was too noisy and to hot outside. “Shopping” for house décor also didn’t sound good because that meant dealing with people directly or indirectly. I finally put my finger on it and realized that I just wanted to go back up to the mountain with my fire and good book…and maybe a Newcastle.

Being back around people was really getting on my nerves and I felt like locking myself in my room with the lights off to just relax. I like the people I know; my family and friends, but I have no desire really socialize or “mingle” as the pompous Vegas crowd would say. My social networking groups have my friends list at around 20 or 30. That makes me proud. That’s less people I have to worry about and the less excuses I have to come up with for not wanting to “hang”.

I’ll take a trip up to the mountains over a trip to the bar any day. Life gets to congested and eventually small meaningless things start to annoy me. People who park in two spots on purpose, sidways hats and Obama T-Shirts; they all have nothing to go with the in’s and outs of my daily life (for the most part) yet they will put me in the worse mood. It makes me want to crawl in my sleeping bag and hide. How’s that for a full circle Mr. Annoying freshman English teacher?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Missing....?


So I’m about ready to put up a missing cat poster for this lethargic bag of fur. After we moved into our new house we loaded the devil spawn into a cat carrier and we heard complaints from them non-stop. Once we moved all the furniture in we still had no power so opted to stay at my parent’s house. Before we left we let the cats out and saw all of them hiding somewhere.
The next day was spent running errands and finalizing a few things. Upon return to the house, we saw the girl cat, the black cat but no white cat. Another day goes by and still no white cat. The other two walk around and are becoming very accustomed to the new house. So in anticipation of your thoughts, no I don’t think he could have gotten out. White cat was able to plow his way through a mobil home wall but I think that dry wall is far more superior.
I also don’t think a 17 pound cat is easily hidden but still we cannot find him anywhere. My hopes is that he transformed into a mutant creature and is guarding us from afar but I won’t hold my breath.
In regards to the photo, yes he got in the blanket himself and no he is not currently wrapped in the same blanket.
8/14/08
Rotten bugger was behind some boxes then kept us up all night trying to break into our room. Jerk