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.