Saturday, September 25, 2010

Is it time yet?

We made a trip to Ogden today to visit our oldest daughter, Songbird. We took her, along with her boyfriend, to lunch at Olive Garden. Delicious over all, but my wife had one dish that no one really liked. Lots of food, and we gave the leftovers to Songbird for her to put in her refrigerator. She should be able to eat for several meals on what we left. Afterwards, we went shopping and bought a nice new set of pans for our kitchen, and a new bedset for our room. The only problem, now we need to paint the bedroom. Can I take a nap?

Take care. Stick.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

St. George and the Dragon?

"It's a scorcher out today,"
The people all proclaim it,
So I'll just saty inside,
And let my AC tame it.

You could fry an egg outside
If you let it lay too long,
So I'll stay where it's cool
'Cause heat like that's just wrong.

The thermometer is rising.
It passed one-o-one right by.
My friends invite me out with them,
But my icy drink asks, "Why."

They tell me it's a dry heat,
But inside an oven's dry too.
It's so hot that ice cubes burn,
And can melt the soles right off your shoe.

So you can keep your blazing sun,
And your colorful desert views,
As long as I can stay inside
With a cooler that I can use.

Two Down, and Counting

I have FINALLY finished the first two projects for my classes. Even as I say that, I do still have to submit the second of those two. I spent three weeks working on the one still waiting to be submitted, and the Professor says that this is just a baby, warm-up assignment to the two that are coming, and that each assignment builds on the previous assignments. THEY ARE GOING TO GET HARDER! Word's of encouragement for sure. The problem has been that he keeps saying, "This information needs to be in this assignment, but we'll talk more about that next week." And then the next week he says the same thing! Frustrating. Ah, well, this too shall pass.

Hang in there. Stick.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Gaining On It

For most of the last year I was working for a large Super store chain (W_ _ _ _ _ _).
One of the side benefits of this came from working many hours a day, and not having very much time to eat. I lost weight. Now, thanks to getting a full-time teaching job, I have been able to quit that position. Unfortunately, I have also started finding some of those lost pounds again. :O( I've started my campaign to stop this, I just hope it works). I don't want to end up right back where I was. Perhaps the stress of working on a Master's degree will help me lose some of it again. (Probably not, you eat more often when under stress).

Here's hoping to not get any larger. Stick.

Saturday, September 4, 2010


Today we are going to Ft. Bridger to attend one of the biggest, and oldest Mountain man Rendezvous' in the United States. I have been to Rendezvous from Wyoming to Nevada, but have never been to this one. They say that there can be as many as 5000 lodges, and on any given day, upwards of 15,000 people attending. I am going as a "Flatlander". That is someone not dressed in period dress, and just coming to see the sights. I might even try to get someone to "teach" me how to throw a knife and tomahawk. :o) (For those who don't know me, I have been participating in competitions for over 20 years.) I am going to leave this post as a draft until I return later today, then I'll post my impressions. Until later. Stick
Well, after going to this Rendezvous, I can at least say I've been, but I probably won't go again without taking someone who hasn't been, but wants to go. There weren't 15,000 people there. There was 30,000, or more! (that number came from the gate people who were trying to keep count, and since it cost $4.00 a head for a flatlander to get in, they will know for sure.) It was just TOO big! Probably 300 traders, and more tin teepees (trailers and campers) and lodges (primitive teepees or tents) to count. We ate lunch there, and had to wait almost an hour just to get served. There were a lot of food vendors, but there were long lines at every place.
By the time we circled MOST of the traders, we were beat. I didn't even want to go find the knife and hawk area. We packed it in and went home. Give me the Spring Mountain Freetrappers, or the Anasazi Rendezvous' any day. I'm glad I saw it--once.

Deflated, but not defeated. Stick.