Favorite Pastime.

There is something different actually being at a baseball game.  It isn't boring, like it is on TV.  In Reality it is quite enjoyable.  I think this is due to people watching,  My favorite pastime

Terrible way to start a day

Darkness filled the Living room,  I walked half dazed towards the shutters.  As I pulled down and released the darkness from the room, I closed my eyes to the newness of light.  Squinting i moved to my next project, to feed my son Rupert.  "Good  morning Rupert i take it that you slept well"  I proclaimed in my usual accentuated voice.   As I pulled his food from behind the picture frame i noticed something was amiss.  I quickly scanned his bowl searching evermore frantically as I began to panic.  Rupert was gone, nowhere to be seen.  "Heidi!  Rupert is missing!"  I paced back and forth in front of the mantel not knowing what to do.  No parent should ever have to deal with this, especially not on such a beautiful Saturday morning.  Heidi entered the room and fell instantly into my arms, we embraced as we comforted each other.  Then to my horror i saw him, laying half on the carpet and halfway in the fireplace.  Our Dear Fish Rupert lay dead.  At this moment we aren't sure what happened, but all evidence points towards sushicide.

This is indeed a trying time in our lives but we hope to move on and become stronger from our experience.

We will miss you very much Rupert.

Up Farmington Canyon,  We took a drive to see how the leaves were changing.

Bathroom Renovation

It seems like every year i need to renovate a bathroom.  Two years ago I plunged into my parents at their home. Last year I renovated a bathroom at my parents business.  This year i felt i had enough experience to do my own.  Thus my house is a mess and the paint in our bathroom is slowly drying.  I love it!  Life is so much fun when you have a project and you can see the progress made daily.  It's something that you really can't describe in words.  I will post some pics so you can enjoy

The Begining

In all honesty I don't know why i'm here.  I don't know why i'm writing.  For the past couple months blogging has been on my mind.  I've tried to get it out of my head, due ignorance on my part believing that blogging is for moms.  At this moment in time,  I doubt if i will tell anyone about this blog.  I may never have a follower,  And in reality, I do not care.  My greatest wish is to write, To Express myself in words that will be to me more of a Journal than anything.  One day, after i die, I hope to have my great adventure known to my family and friends.  Just in case they are curious to know a little more about my great adventure.