Lots of Life

We've had so much happen these last few weeks....
From New Years winter wonderland

to California funerals

 (i know... we look good)

and a ranch trip canceled because my lil boy got hurt.

 true this is an old picture

Really there has been lots of life going on these last few weeks. 

MLK day we spent up at the Sundance

So, that has been the last few weeks. 

Now its time to get the dog feeling better, get back to work and get the Hairspray out... 

that's right, I have to build this massive show in the next three weeks... if I get started now and push it i should be just fine.  Its gonna be fun.

I'll tell ya'll more later.

My Dog is a hurt boy

We snuck out of the house this morning to get a run in without the dog.  you see, he has been a bit limpy ever since our New Years snow shoe but it seemed to be just a little thing that once he got moving went away.

He was getting better and there seemed to be no limp at all as we journeyed to California for memorial service for Erin's Grandma.  We left him with our wonderful cousins that watch him more often than they should because we leave out of town too much and they are too nice and so we take advantage of them. We do love them and Fletcher seems to have the best time there with Pepper their English Mastiff.

We got home and the boy had his limp back, surely played too hard with Pepper, no big deal, it was very faint and each day was less and less.

We got home friday night, Fletcher was a bundle of energy, oh, it was good to see him too.

Saturday we went to the Sundance and had ourselves a little ski and party at a cabin up the canyon. He was a wild dog, jumping up and through the snow banks and all around like a crazed beast. He is so sweet that way.

Sunday was a day of rest...

Monday, we were back at the Sundance.

Well, wouldnt you know it but there was an avalanch that closed off the road, so, back to the cabin.

It was like saturday all over with this dog. He jumped and played and begged for food. no signs of limp or distress, what a wonderful day we had.

We returned home to a wonderful night and a good nights sleep.

We snuck out of the house this morning to take a run without Fletcher. I planned to take him to the ranch for the rest of the week, his own world of joy. No neighbors, No cars, just bunnies and things to chase all around, up and down and oh the belly rubs he would get just for being the cute mutt he is.

There is nothing more heartbreaking than your unbreakable powerful comicozi beast brought down to tears and whimpers and a leg that he wont even put a nimphs weight of pressure on.

I cried.

We have enough drugs to keep a 24 year old Robert Downey Jr happy and it seems like we should be doing more for him. I have iced his leg and i will again as much as is needed to help him recover.

He is bed ridden, confined by his own instinct at this point but soon he will feel better and it is up to us to keep him on bed rest for up to 4 weeks with a 2 week mandatory stint.

It is hard to be out of control.

Please send love and positive chi to my loving Fletcher.

Woof!

I am old

really, its not so true but the fact is yes, i am one year older. me like Elguapo turned 33 years old.

its my Jesus year, I must become remarkable, i must do the things that are better than the 32 year old me.

why must i be better you may ask, why not?

i think everyone should try to be better and I'm here to tell you why...
its our mandate to better ourselves.
if we are not moving forward we are not moving.
OK we could be moving backward and most people suggest that is a bad thing, I might say its a good thing.  I for one feel if one can not move backward they are not looking at themselves in a true light.

It is my past that defines me.
it is what I've done and who I've met that sculpts me into who i am and who i want to be. 
you will make me a better person.
I thank you for it. 

i got a better phone today, it is my inspiration.

the addiction

I love to fall out of my world and into another. I am a movieholic and will at any given chance let go today's troubles to find solace in the world others create.

It has been this way for years and years and is a trait passed down to me through my mother. Many a day we went to the matinee and freedom commenced, if only for a few hours, it was enough to reset and surge ahead.

I am on an addiction now that has sent my world into new arenas. I watched them each as they came out into the theaters and enjoyed them fully but as this new movie came out in November I was held back from seeing it as Erin wanted to reread the series.
I was upset.
It did however spark my interest in the books and that is where the addiction landed heavily on my chest as if it were a Blast Ended Skrewt full grown.
If you don't know what I am talking about I pity you.

I read the first as a way to appease the wife and then it happened, first time is free! I am no longer free. I am swallowed in all consuming mysticism. I am a puppet like so many before me and now I find the next book a mear skeleton of the full bodied friendship I had cultivated. The movies are rubbish, hollow forms of a world i long to know.

I am trapped with only the glimmering hope of reprieve... will there be more, I doubt it though i can make believe the new stories. A world of opportunity is out there for the new crimes and the same old hero to intervene.  He still has his friends and so much more to fight for.

Give me a new villain, one that is of new blood one that needs revenge on being born.

my addiction has soured the world of anything sweet, for it's sweetness has become the engulfing wave that crashes over you and sends you out to sea with only the slight promise of breath.

those who know, do just that.
you feel for me as I do you.

I am powerless.

This is me, well, not really me but the embodiment of me. I'm a howlin little dog ready to pounce at a moments notice. pounce on what you ask? life damn it, life.
And why not pounce on life, its the last year of it right, there is only two things to do; eat drink and be merry and repent of all your sins.
I know most people would say those two are at odds but I say it can be done, and done well.
This is my choice and I chose to choose it.
I am a dog ready to pounce.