Good To Go

The past few days have gone by surprisingly well. The 10 year anniversary of the Sept. 11th attak on the twin towers. I watched the 911 tribute on tv for a little while.
I went to the Apple River with my Mom and Layne yesterday. My mom brought her metal detector with and we used it in the water. Found some pop cans, a spinner, and a really rustly round bowl like thing. We kinda setup camp on a small sand bar in the middler of the river. Layne played in the sand and I helped him build a sand castle, complete with 2 leaf flags. Got lots of pictures.
Today was my day off. So this morning I got my deer stand all situated. I brought my bow and arrows with and was able to shoot at a target up there. I did very well so I better geta deer this year. Bow season opens Saturday so wish me luck. I also watched Layne for a bit and went fishing at Big Rock. NOT ONE BITE! So instead grandpa brought down hotdogs and we all ate around a camp fire. It was real nice. Kinda peaceful.

Yesterday was an interesting day. I came home from work after running around on my feet all day, working till 2:30. Then get a call from Gabby Cayabyab saying she's with Zoe Bohlen. Well there's a shocker! Gabby was my best friend since we were 5 years old and met at the Apple River Park. She asked if I was a boy or a girl, and thus began our strange friendship for years to come. Zoe on the other hand I met before Gabby, around the same time. Zoe was my church friend. His grandfather and family ran a church in an old barn where we all held services Saturday nights. We would play (And get in trouble) together. I brought Gabby with me and the three of us grew up together seeing each other every week. We played 'The Deck Game' 'Hide and Seek' and enough food fights with watermelion and tapioka pudding to remember the hour long trip home wearing gooie clothes. That is until Zoe's parents decided to move to Bismark, North Dakota. He left when he was about 12 years old. So when Gabby and Zoe came by my house and I saw him it was quite a shock. All grown up and complete with a mature deep voice and everything. Eight years is a long time! I Actually thought he probably forgot who I was. I guess not. They came over and stayed for a couple hours. It was really nice. I think back to those younger years and think of them as the good ole days. I hope now we can keep in touch. I never had many friends and it always hurts to lose them again. I guess time will tell.

Dead on my feet

I cant beleive I'm still awake. Its memorial day and only Pam and I went in to work for a couple hours today. I set up four set-up racks for tomarrow and we left at 10:30am. I wish I would have gotten something to eat before I went home because thats when the real work began. My dad had already went out and picked up a load of wood that needed to be stacked in the wood shed. But when I came home my parents were gone. Of course no sooner then I think that, then they pull in and I find out they went out for lunch. So right away we unloaded the trailor full of wood and went to pick up the second load. We had the trailor full in an hour and the trailor unloaded in another hour. You would think that we would take a break before going back out there but only got to rest for 10 min. maybe. We had just brought in the last of the already split wood and our last load was going to take awhile. Splitting with the log splitter heaving BIG BIG chunks of wood and tossing all the done stuff aside. when all was said and done with we had a load loaded up and and extra load of two waiting for our next pickup day. By the time the third trailor was stacked I was starving. My dad bought pizzaria food and we all watched the remake of True Grit. My body is going to be hurting tomorrow. Hopehully it will be a short day at work tomarrow. Need lots of sleep now. Gonna be a killer getting up in the morning.

THIS is my refuge

Alright I just started my 1st blog, actually my 2nd, so I can get all my ideas out without having to worry about what other people think of my thoughts that are way out of the realm of normal. A place I hopefully dont have to hide. This is my Refuge. Hello Self.