Aye, There’s the Rub

Elissa’s parents treated me to a massage at the hotel’s spa, and I found the experience SO intriguing that after it concluded, I had to scurry up to our room and type about it. Because I’m a total nerd. Massage is nothing new to me, let me make that clear from the outset: When my brother and I were young and living in Arizona, my dad use to pay us 50 cents per half hour to rub his shoulders and feet. I will definitely keep this tradition going, as growing boys have tons of energy and no money. I will augment the effect by not providing my kids with allowance.

Packing Is Terrible

We are in the midst of full-on moving chaos, and its all I can do to keep from renting a huge Bengal tiger to eat everything in the apartment. Actually, we have a Senegalese man in the apartment downstairs who sells cubs. But it turns out they are wolf cubs and of no help. The worst they could do in this apartment is yip and beg for milk. And that would not aid in getting rid of the clutter.

The clutter! The clutter! It overtakes the apartment even as I type this. We are losing the war against the sundry miscellany. You would think that boxing everything would reduce the clutter, but it only seems to make it angry.

The clutter mounts a startling and rapid attack on my computer desk and command center.

Couer d’Alene (KOR DUH LANE)

Back in my hometown. How things have changed! There is a Best Buy now … That’s about it.

The Greatest Game Ever Played

Elissa, despite never playing frisbee golf before, rings this 200 ft. shot. Maybe not that far, but pretty far.

Sunny Vales of Bill and Patti’s

Elissa and I left for Idaho last Saturday, right after I quit my position at Penton Media.

Turns out Elissa and I Have As Many Books As A Shut-In

We have started the initial packing of our apartment. Our July 21st deadline looms. We managed to fill 12 boxes with our library. And we keep finding more books. Here are some pictures of what 12 boxes of books looks like piled by category.

4th of July, or Sick Collin

Something poked Collin in the eye and caused him to start squinting.

Red Rocks and VG Burgers

What was probably our last concert at Red Rocks before the move was a great concert by the John Butler Trio and Michael Franti & Spearhead. The JB Trio is an

Weekend in Beaver Creek