So I took a little break from writing for a while. Actually, it was quite a long break. I think my last post was August 31st making this more of a sabbatical than a break. A break implies stepping out for a cup of coffee or going to the movies.
No, this was a complete absence on my part. It wasn’t intentional, it just sort of happened. I had intentions of writing and even managed to scribble down a few pages in a notebook but it never quite found its way to the virtual world.
So what changed that I would go from at least managing a few hundred words a week, if not more, to not even a consonant for over 3 months?
Life happened I suppose. I started a new job in early June, which took away any time during daylight that I had previously spent writing.
In late July I began playing in two different hockey leagues, which accounted for any energy I would have otherwise had on those nights.
Also in July I started seeing a trainer at the gym about once a week or so. Basically, I spend a bunch of money to have a small mountain of a man kick my a$$ for an hour. That makes sense…only in America.
And finally, in September I joined a road hockey league. I’m serious. Every Saturday 6 teams face off against each other at a local middle school from September till about March. There is even a draft (I was the #2 pick overall behind a goalie).
In the end, I’m playing ice hockey two nights a week, road hockey Saturday morning/early afternoon, and making my way to the gym one night a week. Basically, I’m just tired.
And when I’m not doing these things, the last thing I want to do is sit in front of a computer doing self-imposed homework when I could turn around and spend time with the Missus and Charlie.
But here’s the crux of my dilemma, I still have a bunch of random thoughts and opinions that need to get out and the Missus is getting a little sick of hearing absolutely all of them. And Charlie offers absolutely no feed back other than unconditional love, which is nice, but not productive.
When I write, I am forced to edit, review, revise, and even spell check before I release my thoughts to the ether for fear that someone will read it and ridicule me for my naiveté or poor grammar (it’s not a strong fear, but it’s there).
So here we are, back from a 3 month sabbatical, refreshed and ready to amuse the 4 friends and relatives that actually take the time to read this. I can’t promise to be a prolific writer, but I’m hoping that when I do write it will at least be entertaining.
And finally, one of the things you all missed while I was away was that once a year we dress Charlie up (Halloween). Normally I am completely against dressing dogs up in quasi-human clothing. It disgusts me. I’ve thought about starting a petition to create a law to ban it. But then something like this happens:
If that isn’t the cutest bumblebee then I don’t know is.
~Kbshea


My very-good-best-buddy, we’ll call him “Raymond,” had already arrived and managed to pull together some team jersey’s for us.
The tell-tale signs that you’ve found a Stampede caliber bar are the bails of hay out front (in case your horse gets the munchies).


