Finished

So my dad and mom are finally divorced. Bittersweet was the day I found out (which happened to be yesterday). At first it was like, "Finally! After two years of trying my dad can finally settle down and move on with his life." I then paused, took a deep breath, and the reality that my parents were really divorced sank in. It was really sad. As a kid I never would've though a day like yesterday would come. Its funny how that works.

Its funny what life throws at you, and how you can never be sure whats going to happen. It becomes pretty hard to plan for the future when you're never sure whats going to happen. I guess the secret is to try and make happen what you want to happen. If you don't take control of your life, and do your best to move it in the direction you want to go, then life will toss you around as it pleases. You've got to look out for yourself, bettering yourself everyday, and do more than just HOPING that good things will come. You've got to go out and find them for yourself. And when you find them, hold them dear, treasuring them and caring for them forever. At least I think thats how life should be lived, and thats how I'm going to try and live mine.

Things go from bad to worse, you think they can't get worse than that....and then they do.

Well I know its Tuesday morning, but if you would've asked me that a few minutes ago I probably would've had a hard time finding that answer. Night shift will do that to you. It messes with your mind. It makes you work all night long, fills the day with wonderfully amazing things to do (other than rest), then reminds you who's your daddy that night. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure I'd much rather pave in the cool of the night then in the heat of the day, but I mean come on. No one should have to work a paving crew from midnight to seven a.m., and then from six p.m. to midnight again. Its pretty much the same hours as day shift, but it feels like you're going to work twice in one day. Think about it. Its sad...

Anybody wanna buy a truck? Anybody? You're smart. If I could do it over again I wouldn't buy my truck either. It may have sleek black paint, but the thing is a black hole for my bank account. I've already had to get the transmission fixed once, once again after that, and last night on my way to work the same problem was reborn. I'll call the transmission guys today, remind them who their daddy is, and let them know the consequences if they don't fix my truck for real this time. I'm so sick of car problems. They're like freakin STD's. Once they strike and once you've had one things can only get worse from there.

Ok so that analogy didn't really make any sense, but I'm pretty tired right now. I'm sure later I'll come back and edit that part out of my blog, but if I don't then its there for your sick enjoyment.

Well, its off to the showers, nap time, Mckell time, and lastly work time. Wish me luck ;)

The End of Summer

So it is truly a miracle that I'm here today able to blog. You see, for the past while now I have been chain-ganged onto the paving crew and forced to work (pardon the French) ungodly hours. All the over time is nice, but it gets pretty ridicilous when you start work one night, finish the next morning, sleep for a few hours, and start again in the night. It seems backwards to me, but they pay me to dump trucks these days, not to think, so thats all I'll say about that.

Onto happier things though, oh wait there are none. Life is full of nothing but work and overtime and (once again, pardon the French) fat-ass paychecks I can't do anything with because I work so much. I never thought I'd say this, but it'll be fun when summer is finally over and I can settle down, spend some of the cash thats burning a hole in my wallet, and have a nice cool relaxing winter full of thrills and good times, long nights out with beautiful women (or just one in my case), and a scrapbook of memories. Until then though, the work and hours will continue to suck, and I will continue to work my life away, grasping for the happy moments that always seem to fade away....

Return of the Blog

I am very ashamed of myself. It's been nearly three months since my last blog, and oh so much has happened since then. All of my diligent readers (if i even have any left) probably think I have died a tragic death or was in an accident that caused me to loose my fingers, thus making it impossible to publish a blog. I promise you this is not the case. I have simply contracted passivity (the scientific term for laziness), or have been far to busy to blog. Though these may seem like two opposite things, my life has taken so many twists and turns in the past three months that its become hard to discern up from down or left from right or even the passage of time itself. To the untrained, unlearned, or unprofessional, this may make no sense at all - but to those of you who have expierennced this unique phenonoum you fully understand what I mean.

Now to explain myself: I believe in my last blog I left you hanging concerning my visit to the southern region of our state. I don't remember all the details, but it was quite the trip. Trav and I spent our time hiking and lounging and doing all sorts of other fun activities. After we got back from Moab Trav went back to work and I went back to sleeping and wasting my time away.

I don't quite recall everything that has happened between my trip to Moab and today, but there are a few highlights (or lowlights, depending on your point of view) I would like to dab into.

One event that took place was my final seperation with Kesia. It was long overdue, and it has been a long, confusing, crazy ride. There were good times and not so good times, love and pain, late nights and early mornings, sad and happy memories, but it was a great adventure I hope to never regret.

My vocation has also changed since I last blogged. I've gone from working casual hours in a climate controlled office, to a hard, stressfull job working the streets of wyoming. No ladies, I am not a prostititute. I work for road construction company WW-Clyde. I now spend my day dumping dirt into (or onto) trucks and shoveling excess material. Occasionaly, I go out on the highway and help with traffic, or jackhammer big rocks that pose a hazard to all the dump trucks. Its an exciting job, and I have met many "interesting" people.

One last highlight (and quite a happy one if I do say so myself) concerns one of my new friends. Her name is Mckell. She's amazing!

Well there you go dear readers. All you who have been sending me nasty hate mail can now stop. You have a new blog which should sustain you for at least a short while. I end with this promise for all of you out there: "I will never again go such a long time without writing a blog. For as long as I am able I will continue to keep you up to date with the comings and goings and events of my life.