With a little boy to take care of I have started to make a few adjustments in my lifestyle. No major adjustments just a few minor adjustments in entertainment. Needless to say my modes of entertainment have toned down a little bit. I have traded in my wrestling shoes for a badminton racket, my Ultimate Fighting is now Ultimate Frisbee, Crime Scene Investigation has become Animal planet, and my Energy Drinks have become Diet Dew. The intellect in my reading material has reduced itself to Nursery rhymes. (Ah who am I kidding. Cabelas isn't that intellectual). That brings me to my thought for the day: Nursery Rhymes.
Today I thought a little too much and thought of the Nursery Rhyme: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over the candlestick. My first thought was: that's a stupid rhyme, If Jack is so nimble and Jack is so quick why are they making such a big deal about him jumping over a candlestick? I know a lot of Slow, UN-nimble people that could jump over a candlestick. In fact, I don't think I know anyone who has two functional legs that cannot jump over a candlestick. Maybe there is more to this rhyme. Maybe Jack was a bum, not in a homeless sense but in a life sense. Maybe Jack was such a waste of a human being that the only nice thing that Mother Goose (or whoever writes these nonsensical rhymes) didn't have anything nice to say about Jack. Maybe the writer wanted to say something nice so He/She decided to just say the only nice thing they could think of. "Well I guess we can tell the world that Jack can jump over the candlestick, just to make Jack not feel like the failure in life that he is". That brings me to my next question, why pick on Jack? I mean there are a lot of people that didn't excel in life, look at Humpty dumpty, the only thing he ever did was sit on a wall. I think because he sat so long his muscles atrophied and he fell down. Luckily the king liked him so he sent a bunch of dudes to fix him but they couldn't. So that was the end to Humpty Dumpty. Why not pick on the Hump?
I've thought a little about this and about why Jack was so significant. This is what I have come up with. But first lets look at another rhyme about Jack say Jack and Jill. Now this gives us a little detail on Jack. So Jack takes Jill up the hill to fetch a pail of water, Jack falls down and breaks his crown and Jill ends up tumbling after him. There has to me more to the story that just that. I think that Jack and Jill were married. I mean who goes up a hill to get water together? Jack and Jill must be a couple. Lets say getting the water is everyday life. Jack and Jill are working together to live. Jacks working a job while Jill is raising the kids. They are working hard together, both have a hold of the bucket, pulling an equal load, it's getting easier and easier as they reach the top of the hill, they are making it to the top. This is where Jack comes in. I think Jack must have got a little comfortable, realized that there wasn't as much weight as before, things are getting easier and he decides to hop on one foot. Maybe he is tired of just walking with the bucket. He gets careless, forgets what he is trying to accomplish, really having a good time hopping on one foot, he falls and breaks his crown (Jack and Jill must have been doing pretty well if he is wearing a crown). This puts Jill in a predicament, she knows that she can carry the bucket by herself but she loves Jack and wants to be with him no matter what and ends up tumbling after him. Now instead of wearing a crown and working with his wife to finish the goals that they originally set. We find Jack down at the bottom of the hill wasting his time hopping over candlesticks while Jill is enjoying the view. Unfortunately going nowhere.
I guess my final thought is: Don't be Jack, don't be the kind of person that takes other people down with them. Don't even be like Humpty Dumpty. Even though you didn't hurt other people, you hurt yourself and that's sometimes pretty tough to fix. If you are Jill hold on to the bucket a little tighter help Jack keep his balance and drag him if you have to up to the top of the hill. You are stronger than you think.
I don't think anyone wants their headstone to read: He was pretty good at jumping over candles. or: She liked to watch Jack
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
My Little Bud
This is another picture of my little Bud. Here we are enjoying a little long forgotten Wyoming sun.
Saturday Morning Work
OK, I have come to my senses. It is Saturday morning. I am at work. I am not Fishing, or Duck Hunting or Goose hunting or Deer hunting or watching cartoons. What was I thinking???????
Saturday Morning
Yeah, It's Saturday morning and I am at work. I'm doing pretty good, pretty good I think??????? I came in at 4:50AM I think I am doing pretty good????
Friday, April 27, 2007
Me
This is a picture of me with my fish. I didn't want to point this fact out while we were fishing, I guess because well, Mike writes my Paychecks and Rick Did travel quite a distance to get there. Most importantly I didn't want to hurt any feelings being the rookie and all but I am about 99.98% sure that I caught the biggest fish. Now I'll admit my quantity wasn't as high as Ricks or Mikes. But hey I am all about the quality thats just the kind of guy I am.
All in all, I think we had a pretty good time. I look forward to our winter trip.
Mike Hooking Me Up
This is Mike, hooking me up at our launch site with one of his special set ups. Both Mike and Rick are excellent fishermen and it is nice to learn a little from the both of them.
Big Horn Fishing
Last week end My Boss (Mike) and I drove north into Montana to meet my Uncle Rick to fish the Big Horn River. We took Mike's drift boat and floated about 7 miles. It was a good time. Because the Big Horn is a world class trout stream there was a lot of people but somehow we managed to find some good openings. Mike has live many many years has spent a lot of those courageous years on the River so he knew it well. When Uncle Rick was a boy he would sneak through Indian land on his trusted pony Ozwald and fish with his cane pole. This trip brought back some fond memories for him.(Joking Guys Come ON!) For me this was my second time on the river and I had a heck of a time. The river is absolutely beautiful, and the company was always entertaining. Being a little green it was nice to have a little coaching. This picture is me pulling in a fish. Notice the Funnel cloud coming in. I though we were in for it, but we escaped the storm with just few sprinkles. What you dont see is Rick behind me coaching me and Mike in front of me coaching me.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Bad Moods
Have you ever gone to work, school or whatever you do during the day and had to deal with someone who is in a bad mood? I'm not just talking about one bad day but a certain person or persons is/are in a bad mood ever day or every couple of days? I think that sucks! Bad moods are as contagious as pink eye at a contact lens convention. It doesn't matter how good of a mood you are in, it is a tough fight to fight off the mood. Then to top it off, the person that is in a bad mood, after they have gotten you into a bad mood tries to cheer you up. Figure that one out. I guess that is better than the person who is always in a bad mood and doesn't care if it spreads. I think that a person should never go to work in a bad mood. I have made a list of reasons to be in a bad mood and a list of poor excuses for being in a bad mood. If you are ever in a bad mood, look at my list and if you qualify, go on with your bad self, if you don't, suck it up and smile.
Reasons to be in a bad mood:
1. Death of a loved one
2. Death of a pet
3. You have experienced any sort of dismembering accident
4. You have recently experienced paralysis of some sort.
5. You have contracted a terminal health problem.
6. You have lost your eye sight.
7. You just found out your spouse is cheating on you.
8. Rosie O'donnell Just moved into your neighborhood.
Poor reasons to be in a bad mood:
1. Not enough sleep. (go to bed earlier)
2. Too early in the morning (if you dont like waking up early get a night job)
3. Hung over (dont drink at night, drink during the day, you will be easier to deal with at work)
4. Stressed out from work load (pull your load harder or change jobs, Taco bell is always hiring and it is low stress)
5. Bad hair day (better than the bad face day that your mood is causing)
6. Want attention (If this is your reason-you suck, grow up, nobody likes you in a bad mood)
7. Can't get a girlfriend or boyfriend (maybe you aren't as good looking as you think, lower your standards there are plenty of people on every level, even yours)
8. Someone was mean to you (either kiss them on the mouth or punch them in the mouth, both have the same effect.)
I guess my point is dont be one of those people that is in a bad mood all of the time. Nobody likes to be around someone who is always in a bad mood. If you are a happy person, thank you. It is highly possible that people like you and like to be around you. Keep it up.
If you have other reasons and would like to add to my list please post in the comments.
Reasons to be in a bad mood:
1. Death of a loved one
2. Death of a pet
3. You have experienced any sort of dismembering accident
4. You have recently experienced paralysis of some sort.
5. You have contracted a terminal health problem.
6. You have lost your eye sight.
7. You just found out your spouse is cheating on you.
8. Rosie O'donnell Just moved into your neighborhood.
Poor reasons to be in a bad mood:
1. Not enough sleep. (go to bed earlier)
2. Too early in the morning (if you dont like waking up early get a night job)
3. Hung over (dont drink at night, drink during the day, you will be easier to deal with at work)
4. Stressed out from work load (pull your load harder or change jobs, Taco bell is always hiring and it is low stress)
5. Bad hair day (better than the bad face day that your mood is causing)
6. Want attention (If this is your reason-you suck, grow up, nobody likes you in a bad mood)
7. Can't get a girlfriend or boyfriend (maybe you aren't as good looking as you think, lower your standards there are plenty of people on every level, even yours)
8. Someone was mean to you (either kiss them on the mouth or punch them in the mouth, both have the same effect.)
I guess my point is dont be one of those people that is in a bad mood all of the time. Nobody likes to be around someone who is always in a bad mood. If you are a happy person, thank you. It is highly possible that people like you and like to be around you. Keep it up.
If you have other reasons and would like to add to my list please post in the comments.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Engineers
Have you ever read a good John Grisham book? Have you ever noticed that when you read a good lawyer book you come off with a "I want to be a lawyer" high? I guess I wont limit this to books or just lawyers. What about a doctor ever watched ER or Greys anatomy and want to be a doctor or a surgeon? Or have you ever watched shows like CSI or law and order and wanted to be like that?
Have you ever noticed that there are no good books, movies or television shows about engineers? I think the closest character to an engineer was Mike Brady of the Brady Bunch, he was an architect (the lower paid counterpart to an engineer) and rarely did his job play into any major plots of the show.
This morning as I stood sleepily in the shower, slowly preparing for my day as an engineer, I reflected on this notion, and tried to think up a scandalous engineering story line. Perhaps I could be the "John Grisham" to the Engineering world.
I could write about Jerry the Engineer, mad at the world specifically the Department of Transportation. Jerry decided that he had had enough and the DOT had it coming. He would design his 5 mile highway reconstruction project to use concrete reinforced sub-base. A practice that had long been abandoned because of the eventual, even perpendicular cracking that would that would possibly cause a slight discomfort to her travelers. He would show the DOT They may not notice the damage he would cause now but in ten years they would see, oh yes they would see......
Or maybe I could write about John the rebellious engineer that decided to surf the Internet all day because his boss was out of town on other business.
As you can see, I have my work cut out for me. I guess Engineering is a good business to stay out of trouble. I think that it would be pretty tough to drum-up scandal in any engineering firm.
I don't think that I could even write about some scandalous romance in an Engineering firm because the fact of the matter is the profession is a large majority of male workers and the female part of the work force is well.. Lets just say would not make the cover of any romance novels (that is of course speaking of the profession's women collectively not individually).
I guess the moral of the story is: If you want to stay out of trouble become an engineer, you really don't have much of a choice. Engineering is a profession that allows you to make other aspects of your life interesting. It allows you to focus on God, Family, hunting and fishing. It practically forces you to focus on other things. Which is good. Who wants to focus on their job all of the time. I don't think that life was meant for us to just wake up every day, go to work, go to bed, go to work and so on.
You may never see the novel titled "Cracks in the Pavement By Dave Riddle" Sitting on the shelf at Wal-mart or Barnes and Noble. Most importantly, I hope you will never see an novel titled "Dave Riddle the deadbeat Dad, Husband and Person".
Have you ever noticed that there are no good books, movies or television shows about engineers? I think the closest character to an engineer was Mike Brady of the Brady Bunch, he was an architect (the lower paid counterpart to an engineer) and rarely did his job play into any major plots of the show.
This morning as I stood sleepily in the shower, slowly preparing for my day as an engineer, I reflected on this notion, and tried to think up a scandalous engineering story line. Perhaps I could be the "John Grisham" to the Engineering world.
I could write about Jerry the Engineer, mad at the world specifically the Department of Transportation. Jerry decided that he had had enough and the DOT had it coming. He would design his 5 mile highway reconstruction project to use concrete reinforced sub-base. A practice that had long been abandoned because of the eventual, even perpendicular cracking that would that would possibly cause a slight discomfort to her travelers. He would show the DOT They may not notice the damage he would cause now but in ten years they would see, oh yes they would see......
Or maybe I could write about John the rebellious engineer that decided to surf the Internet all day because his boss was out of town on other business.
As you can see, I have my work cut out for me. I guess Engineering is a good business to stay out of trouble. I think that it would be pretty tough to drum-up scandal in any engineering firm.
I don't think that I could even write about some scandalous romance in an Engineering firm because the fact of the matter is the profession is a large majority of male workers and the female part of the work force is well.. Lets just say would not make the cover of any romance novels (that is of course speaking of the profession's women collectively not individually).
I guess the moral of the story is: If you want to stay out of trouble become an engineer, you really don't have much of a choice. Engineering is a profession that allows you to make other aspects of your life interesting. It allows you to focus on God, Family, hunting and fishing. It practically forces you to focus on other things. Which is good. Who wants to focus on their job all of the time. I don't think that life was meant for us to just wake up every day, go to work, go to bed, go to work and so on.
You may never see the novel titled "Cracks in the Pavement By Dave Riddle" Sitting on the shelf at Wal-mart or Barnes and Noble. Most importantly, I hope you will never see an novel titled "Dave Riddle the deadbeat Dad, Husband and Person".
Monday, April 23, 2007
Clean Cars
I have not had a car stay clean for more than 2 days in 2 years. I do not think that it is possible to keep a clean car in Wyoming. I live about 10 miles out of town five of which are dirt road. I look outside my office window and look at all of the beautiful clean cars that generally vacate a professional office complex and right in the middle is a bird poop covered dirt clod. I think that I catch crap for it every day. It has become quite amusing. Today we are looking at a 60 percent chance of rain, so I have a 60 % chance of a car wash and the car will stay clean until I take the muddy road home which will cover my car with about an inch of mud that will get a clever white washing by the birds. The grossest part of the bird thing is the big bombs. We have Hawks, Eagles, and Owls that generally like to perch in the large cottonwood trees and every now and then they will leave a car bomb. Now Turkey crap on the car is sick but cannot compare to Owl, Hawk or Eagle. Those sick birds will leave partially digested balls of bones, guts and hair. Sometimes mouse, sometimes rabbit and sometimes prairie dog. Some people have to scrape the ice off the windows in the morning, I have to scrape the fecal matter off of mine. But I cannot complain, I love living where I do and I know that not many people have the chance to enjoy the things that I do and If I have to take the trade off I will.
I guess that is life. We all get crapped on and we all do things that cover us in mud, some days are worse than other and some days it seem worse than we are able to take. We just have to scrape it off and laugh about it. Enjoy the crap of life because not everyone has the unique opportunities that you have. It is your life, make it worth the crap that you have to live with.
On a side note, make sure that you take the time to hose the mud off. I think that most of the mud that we get on ourselves is self inflicted. The gravel road that I live on is usually treated with Magnesium Chloride that is used to keep the dust down. It nice for the dust but horrible on your car. If left on the a car it attracts moisture that when combined with the Mag. will quicky corrode the body panels. Make sure you are not letting your mag chloride eat you away.
I guess that is life. We all get crapped on and we all do things that cover us in mud, some days are worse than other and some days it seem worse than we are able to take. We just have to scrape it off and laugh about it. Enjoy the crap of life because not everyone has the unique opportunities that you have. It is your life, make it worth the crap that you have to live with.
On a side note, make sure that you take the time to hose the mud off. I think that most of the mud that we get on ourselves is self inflicted. The gravel road that I live on is usually treated with Magnesium Chloride that is used to keep the dust down. It nice for the dust but horrible on your car. If left on the a car it attracts moisture that when combined with the Mag. will quicky corrode the body panels. Make sure you are not letting your mag chloride eat you away.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Diet Coke With Vitamins
Last night we had an awesome thunderstorm. Thunderstorms in Wyoming are awesome! The sky was amazing! Its was nice to lay in bed with my wife and little boy, yes the the little boy has become a temporary bed mate. (why not, I sleep with my new guns?) Anyways the storm was nice and I love to see the wet grass in the mornings. Well this morning before work I decided to stop at the grocery store and pick up a 12 pack of pop to leave in the office fridge. Normally I am a diet Dew drinker but while walking past the Diet Coke I noticed Diet Coke plus, what was
this? A cruel hoax? Diet Coke with vitamins ? Finally everything that I need in a soft drink! I can drink myself to good health in the form of Diet Coke! It will make the perfect diet, the Diet Coke Diet all you have to do is live on Diet Coke. Ya know when I moved here I think that I was asked the question: Does the Mormon Church own Diet Coke? I went through painstaking research to prove that the Mormon Church didn't, doesn't and never has owned Coke. Well after such a wonderful breakthrough I am not sure of that. I think that such a discovery could only come through revelation.
this? A cruel hoax? Diet Coke with vitamins ? Finally everything that I need in a soft drink! I can drink myself to good health in the form of Diet Coke! It will make the perfect diet, the Diet Coke Diet all you have to do is live on Diet Coke. Ya know when I moved here I think that I was asked the question: Does the Mormon Church own Diet Coke? I went through painstaking research to prove that the Mormon Church didn't, doesn't and never has owned Coke. Well after such a wonderful breakthrough I am not sure of that. I think that such a discovery could only come through revelation.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
A New Day
It is a new day, the grass is green, another beautiful day in Sheridan and I am feeling good. I think that I will avoid my political ramblings and critisizms and write about good things.
I read something this morning and thought it was significant. The statement was "Duty drives you to do something, love drives you to do it well."
How often do we say that we love something and actually mean it?
What about God? I don't know many people that would deny loving God. I dont know many people that would day say they didn't love God. If we love God do we serve him out of a sence of Duty or do we serve him out of a sence of love? If is love, are we serving him more than just the bare minimum?
Just something to think about.
I am going fishing this weekend on the Big Horn River in Montana, It is a world class trout stream and I am pretty stoked about it. I think it will be a good time. We will float about 7 miles of stream. I love fishing and I want to say I do it well but when I am with people that do it better than I do I realize that maybe I am not as good as I thought I was. But that doesn't mean that I don't love fishing.
I guess I will change my statement: "Duty drives you to do something, love drives you to do the best you can"
I think that is all that God expects out of us, the best we can. So go and do the best you can.
I read something this morning and thought it was significant. The statement was "Duty drives you to do something, love drives you to do it well."
How often do we say that we love something and actually mean it?
What about God? I don't know many people that would deny loving God. I dont know many people that would day say they didn't love God. If we love God do we serve him out of a sence of Duty or do we serve him out of a sence of love? If is love, are we serving him more than just the bare minimum?
Just something to think about.
I am going fishing this weekend on the Big Horn River in Montana, It is a world class trout stream and I am pretty stoked about it. I think it will be a good time. We will float about 7 miles of stream. I love fishing and I want to say I do it well but when I am with people that do it better than I do I realize that maybe I am not as good as I thought I was. But that doesn't mean that I don't love fishing.
I guess I will change my statement: "Duty drives you to do something, love drives you to do the best you can"
I think that is all that God expects out of us, the best we can. So go and do the best you can.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
This couldn't have happened at my school.
In the wake of the tragedy in Virginia my heart goes out to the students, faculty and family's of those who lost loved ones to the mindless slaughter at Virginia Tech. With that said, I want to make the statement:
That wouldn't have happened in my school.
Now that may sound shallow and without substance but I would like to explain why.
After all of the finger pointing the big finger will be pointed at gun culture, calling for stricter gun control laws. Laws to ban Assault rifles, Pistols, High Capacity magazines, types of bullets etc. I can already hear Hillary Clinton, Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson building up political army's to attack Chain and Lock companies for making locks that the assailant used to bind the doors to keep captured students from escaping. WE MUST REGULATE CHAINS AND MASTER LOCKS! Even regulate the backpack companies that make it possible to conceal weapons. While we are at it, I think that whoever made the shoes for this animal should be regulated. Guns... well we new all along that they would be a problem.
Virginia Tech's gun policy did not allow students to have guns on campus. Even if a person was licenced to carry a concealed weapon.
In my school the gun policy let students who were licenced to carry concealed weapons to carry a firearm on campus. In fact, I could walk into any given class and know that at least two classmates were carrying a concealed firearms. Being part of the gun culture knew this because they were usually my friends. The Student carrying guns were not freak shows, they were responsible citizens that after a FBI back ground check were deemed by the government responsible to carry concealed weapons. I would on occasion shoot guns with the mentioned people and I came to the conclusion that if a person was serious enough to take the time to apply for a concealed permit that person was not only quite competent with a weapon but responsible enough to follow the proper channels of legality. The point that I am trying to make is that these concealed weapon holders; when they strapped on their guns every morning before school did it specifically for the purpose of protecting themselves and others, and would have, at the drop of a hat shot and killed anyone who started a shooting rampage. Instead of 33 dead there would have been 1 or two at the most.
It is not the 9mm's that killed the people in Virginia, it is not the Chains that killed the people in Virginia, it is not the BackPacks that concealed the weapons 0r the shoes that the guy was wearing. It was a lost young man that killed these productive learning people of our society; who unfortunately couldn't protect themselves because they simply did not have that option....
That wouldn't have happened in my school.
Now that may sound shallow and without substance but I would like to explain why.
After all of the finger pointing the big finger will be pointed at gun culture, calling for stricter gun control laws. Laws to ban Assault rifles, Pistols, High Capacity magazines, types of bullets etc. I can already hear Hillary Clinton, Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson building up political army's to attack Chain and Lock companies for making locks that the assailant used to bind the doors to keep captured students from escaping. WE MUST REGULATE CHAINS AND MASTER LOCKS! Even regulate the backpack companies that make it possible to conceal weapons. While we are at it, I think that whoever made the shoes for this animal should be regulated. Guns... well we new all along that they would be a problem.
Virginia Tech's gun policy did not allow students to have guns on campus. Even if a person was licenced to carry a concealed weapon.
In my school the gun policy let students who were licenced to carry concealed weapons to carry a firearm on campus. In fact, I could walk into any given class and know that at least two classmates were carrying a concealed firearms. Being part of the gun culture knew this because they were usually my friends. The Student carrying guns were not freak shows, they were responsible citizens that after a FBI back ground check were deemed by the government responsible to carry concealed weapons. I would on occasion shoot guns with the mentioned people and I came to the conclusion that if a person was serious enough to take the time to apply for a concealed permit that person was not only quite competent with a weapon but responsible enough to follow the proper channels of legality. The point that I am trying to make is that these concealed weapon holders; when they strapped on their guns every morning before school did it specifically for the purpose of protecting themselves and others, and would have, at the drop of a hat shot and killed anyone who started a shooting rampage. Instead of 33 dead there would have been 1 or two at the most.
It is not the 9mm's that killed the people in Virginia, it is not the Chains that killed the people in Virginia, it is not the BackPacks that concealed the weapons 0r the shoes that the guy was wearing. It was a lost young man that killed these productive learning people of our society; who unfortunately couldn't protect themselves because they simply did not have that option....
Monday, April 16, 2007
Pushing Buttons
It's Monday morning and I have already had enough of pushing buttons. At 4:00 AM the alarm clock started off with its usual schrill beeping and of course the first thirty minutes of my morning consisted of pushing the snooze button. Every eight minutes I pushed a button until I decided to get my lazy butt out of bed. Because of my strong instinct to push buttons I pushed the snooze button one to many times hence I was too late to go to the gym before work which led me to my other alternative; the treadmill, which of course has nothing but buttons. I started off with the dreaded 8mph button for the first two miles slowed down to the 6mph button for the next mile and a half and for my final stretch nailed the 10mph button to finish off my fourth mile. Now here I am at work pushing buttons and probably will be pushing the buttons of my keyboard for the next nine hours. I am working on a liter of Diet Dew hoping it will push some button in the nerve endings of my brain and body to at least get me through the day. The radio is throwing out some pretty good tunes so maybe today will tun into a pretty good Monday.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Heaven
I have probably spent more time blogging and uploading pictures tonight than I should have. I think the reason that I did tonight is because I think that I have the perfect life. I have the perfect Girl, the perfect Baby and live in the most beautiful place in the world. I know that I don't deserve the life that I have but for some reason God has blessed me with everything that I have ever wanted. I hope that whoever reads this feels the same way about their own life.. If not start working for it now it is not as hard as it seems. John 14:6 will give you a good start.
I thought I would rap things up with a picture of how I ended my day today out on the ranch. I think that the picture says it all.
The Little Lady
Last night after an hour of scrubbing I was able to to rid the little lady's car of it's snow white blanket of bird poop. I guess I clean up one bird's poop while she cleans up the other. We make a pretty good poop eliminating team.
Spring and Birds: A love hate relationship
Spring is finally here and the snow is nearly melted. The grass is shooting through the ground leaving a green blanket as far as the eye can see... and the Birds are back. Our house is under a large canopy of cottonwood trees that the birds absolutely love. We love waking up to the sound of singing birds however, the birds do have thier down side. Case in point: My old red truck.
Friday, April 13, 2007
The Lost Dog
When I was a young boy, I had a dog named Luke Duke (huge Dukes of Hazzard fan). I loved the dog, he was a German Short Haired pointer that was as wild as a caught coon and would eat anything that was presented to him. Some people liked him and some people didn't. Some people loved him and some people hated him. He was a good hunter but really didn't get a chance to vent his hunting needs and nothing was expected of him. I think that is what brought out his bad qualities and made him want another life.
One day Luke ran off with my older brother's dog Butch (a German Shepard). We looked all over for the dogs but couldn't find them. A couple of days later Butch, my brother's dog came home but did not bring Luke home with him. I was devastated. I remember riding my bike up to the fields by my house and walking around looking for the dog calling his name and even kneeling down in a ditch and praying for help finding the dog. Unfortunately I never found the dog and have wondered ever since then what ever happened to him.
I created this blog because I find myself and my life somewhat parallel to my dog Luke. I have left Cedar City, Utah for Sheridan, Wyoming, where the hunting is better and more is expected of me (and hopefully I'm a better person). I took my wife along with me and fortunately she hasn't followed the path of Butch and only stayed for a couple of days and headed back home. I have been here for the past two years and love it here. In November My wife and I added a little boy to our adventure and that has made all the difference. I decided to make the blog not just because I'm full of crap and like to share my thoughts with the world but for anyone who may wonder what ever happened to Dave Riddle From Cedar City, Utah. They can Google it and find it. Because, believe me living on a Ranch in Northern Wyoming is an easy place to dissapear.
One day Luke ran off with my older brother's dog Butch (a German Shepard). We looked all over for the dogs but couldn't find them. A couple of days later Butch, my brother's dog came home but did not bring Luke home with him. I was devastated. I remember riding my bike up to the fields by my house and walking around looking for the dog calling his name and even kneeling down in a ditch and praying for help finding the dog. Unfortunately I never found the dog and have wondered ever since then what ever happened to him.
I created this blog because I find myself and my life somewhat parallel to my dog Luke. I have left Cedar City, Utah for Sheridan, Wyoming, where the hunting is better and more is expected of me (and hopefully I'm a better person). I took my wife along with me and fortunately she hasn't followed the path of Butch and only stayed for a couple of days and headed back home. I have been here for the past two years and love it here. In November My wife and I added a little boy to our adventure and that has made all the difference. I decided to make the blog not just because I'm full of crap and like to share my thoughts with the world but for anyone who may wonder what ever happened to Dave Riddle From Cedar City, Utah. They can Google it and find it. Because, believe me living on a Ranch in Northern Wyoming is an easy place to dissapear.
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