Sad Sad Blog

My Sad Sad Blog. My poor blog has gone to pot. (what does that mean, gone to pot? does it mean like pot the drug or pot "the pot"?). At any rate it think that it could mean either or. I think that a better blog is on the horizon. My bridge project is slowly wrapping up and I can for see a lot more office time in the future. Which may mean, (if I write during my lunch hour, or before work of course.) that I will be dumbing up cyberspace once more. I do not know if I have any readers left. I saw a comment in a foreign language and figure that I may have a reader or two in some third world country that has nothing better to do than pick coca leaves and read my blog. To you my Colombian Friend, Gracias me amigo. Me gusta la coca, Tu coca es muy bueno. (just kidding).
I guess I will play a little catch up. Wyoming is wonderful this time of year. Below zero temperatures have even made it possible for a few select rancher ladies to grow some pretty fantastic beards. I know that sounds gross, but I am beginning to like a little beard on a woman, and have been urging Cindy to spend a little more time out in the cold. She is not up on that, and thinks it would be embarrassing if we ever went home. I just keep telling her that when in Rome well... Zachy is sporting a spotty mustache with a pretty full soul patch on the lower lip. I however, am still unable to successfully grow a decent beard.
The dog, well Angus doesn't quite get the attention that he receive pre Zach, but has put on a nice bit of weight with the leftover elk and deer that I have been giving him. It looks good on the old pooch.
Things are good here, work is good, home is good, all is good. My favorite part of the day is coming home to my wife and little boy. I love to pick up my little boy and ask him he has been a good boy, his reply is always a couple of quick nods followed by "ess".
I'm glad it's Friday. I have been sick and I think that I am going to buy a truckload of coal on the way home from work and settle in to a long week end.