I looked at the Petroglyph's on the canyon walls of Nevada. They seem to be everywhere!
I thought, wow, these Anasazi guys recorded their life here, 2,000 years ago.
Now their tribes are gone.
All that is left are drawings of them hunting, hanging around campfires, enjoying the sun, and having a great time
At least, thats what I see when I look at them.
They were, in a way, more insightful than we are.
They drew on rocks during the Roman civilization.
Their drawings may out live the United States.
It is pure genius. It would be hard to destroy their work and it is readable.
The Anasazi petroglyphs have stood the test of time.
It goes far past John Doe owned this piece of property in County Records. 
We aren't our names. We are just characters in a story. Life is much bigger than us.
Anyway, I would like to immortalize this life.
I would like to create something that will last 1,000s of years.
These logs are just the start.
I intend to create something much greater in the next 10 years.
I owe this inspiration to my friend, Rob, who passed away a couple of years ago.
His death inspired me to create these logs.
I didn't want his life to pass unnoticed. I saw myself as being him, dying, having a funeral...and being forgotten.

If I didn't keep these blogs and take pictures everywhere I go, I'd lose the flavor of life as the years go by.
There is a big difference between saying, "I saw fall in Kentucky" and showing a beautiful picture of it.
I suppose thats why I do this...to remember the specter of life.
I look at these blogs and I can see, smell, taste, and feel the words and pictures.
In my mind, I can hear the voices of the people that make entries here.
I can fly back in time and all that has happened revives itself in holographic style.
Its kind of like putting rock hard bread into the microwave! It gets good again.
What I am saying is, I will never forget love, life and happiness.
It's just too precious.
My friends and I will live in these logs, long after we are gone.
This is my pyramid, my Taj Mahal.

Now, while Jonathon may look a little shifty in these pictures, he's really a great guy!!! We missed their wedding by four days. But then again, Tuesday morning, we thought we'd be in living in Louisville for two more months.

Sonny's toilet leaked, so he's been using our toilet.
I guess I got irritated about this and said,
"Alright, lets just get another toilet! It should only take an hour to install and it will look better."
We picked up an American Standard Toilet at Lowes for $100.
We hooked it up. And it didn't flush. We reseated it, swapped out the float, reamed the jets. It didn't flush.
That thing, just barely flushes no matter what you do. I think there's something stopping up the jets.
Last thing Sonny did was swap out the bowl. I don't know where he ended up on it, but I know the toiilet isn't working.
So, I caused tonight to be waisted. sheesh!
We should have gotten a Kohler!

Emptied the truck. Becky washed clothes. I got a $1m insurance policy for $320 a year.
Becky and I saw a nurse to get some Albuterol and some antibiotics.
By the time we were done, the Albuterol cost $100 a bottle.
Becky and I usually get shipped in from India for $10 a bottle (without a prescription).
We had to say we were having trouble breathing this week.
The nurse couldn't write a prescription or Albuterol, or Chantix (quit smoking drug) without having an emergency symptom.
It was interesting that the nurse suggested OTC - Muscenex.
We just discovered Muscenex last week.
I think it works as just as well as Albuterol, its cheap, and its non-prescription.

We packed up everything in the apartment. Then we drove 32 hours across the country.
We got to Vegas with a truckload of stuff that we're going to have to throw away.
We had to bring the apartment stuff when we left. 
The garbage was blocked up at the apartments when we left. That seems to happen a lot in high rises.
The truck was the only place we could put our junk.
Every room in this house is already full.
The room I wanted to use is now occupied.
So now, we have a truck load of stuff, and no place to sort it out.
During this next to sleepless week, I just didn't consider that.
I guess I kind of freaked out when I got here.
The master bathroom is out of commission, the heat wasn't working, and the car was dirty.
Sonny thought we wouldn't be coming until next week, so the place was a mess.
I would have warned him again,
but our cell phones couldn't find service anywhere on the trip.
I have been in EMERGENCY MODE!!!
We only have a couple of days, and they are full days!
I got hired Tuesday. This is the first Monday after Thanksgiving.
My credit card was denied access from over activity.
We leave Thursday morning for another 20 hour drive.
I'm tired, so tired, and I just got over the flu.
Today, I guess I have to do business.
I have to unpack the truck, throw away half of it,
and find what I need for the next few days out of it.
And on top of that, I'm going to have to throw stuff away from this house too.
I need to get a $1,000,000 general liability policy
or not even go to Seattle.
Then I need to talk to my accountant,
and get all the papers I need to run a corp from a hotel room.
This all seems like too much.
But if I have to sacrifice my sleep and sanity,
I'll do it, just to get through this week.
I just have to be methodical and organized.
I will get through this.
I guess the moral of this story is.
Be careful what you wish for, you just might just get it.
I wanted a full and exciting life, and I've got it.

We saw Preacher Scott at the parade.
He's also our security guard at the door of Kentucky Towers.
There was a chemistry between Scott, Peter, and Susan.
One that I may never understand. They are so different, and so alike.
Becky and I have just hovered around these three, being part of them as they mixed with people coming in and out of the building. It was so incredible.
Peter's gone now. He's in Michigan.
We're leaving tommorrow. We'll be in Seattle by Friday.
Preacher Scott will be leaving soon. His education will be complete.
The group has broken up.
But for a time, there was something so incredibly powerful, and wonderful about being part of this group.
It is something that I will remember for the rest of my life.
Hopefully, some of these times come through, from the pictures I took.
I can only hope, that documenting these times was the part I was supposed to play.
For all times to come.

BTW - If you guys read this, feel free to reply to it (if you can figure out my coding style).

I got the job in Seattle.

Veterans Day is an American holiday honoring military veterans. Both a federal holiday and a state holiday in all states, it is celebrated on the same day as Armistice Day or Remembrance Day in other parts of the world, falling on November 11, the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice that ended World War I.

I started using the server's time, which was in Eastern USA.
That worked, until we moved back to Vegas.
Then it just looked odd.
So I changed the time stamp to the persons PC/Laptop time.
However, a lot of people don't care about their PC/Laptop times.
So that looked odd, but it was better.
I should take a few minutes though, and put a column called the GMT in the tables, but, I just haven't done it yet.
Then there is the who replied to who thingy
If I write a log to the Louisville Log, it shows up in my log and Louisville's log.
But if you reply to me, it comes up in your log and my log, not Louisville's log.
We should have a meeting about this!
I've been meaning to stop by, but we've just been hanging out around the apartment lately.
We almost walked to your place yesterday, if halfway up the 2nd Street Bridge counts.

This girls voice is no less than BEAUTIFUL! She's a regular Sully's on Thursdays.

Now, if you hover over a New Logs entry, it will come up under the Stories area.
Let me know if it doesn't work in your browser.

So what do you think? Does is bad? Is it good? what What WHAT!!! lol

Saying goodbye to Peter is a sad thing. 
I think he's been at Kentucky Towers for 13 years.
From the very beginning, he'd been the one who would hang out with us in the rain, greeting people as they came and left.
Peter enjoys everyone he meets, and everyone enjoys his humor and wit.
And he knows EVERYBODY at TGIF's on 4th Street.
He's a computer consultant, like me, working and taking time off.
But I guess all things must come to an end.
He's settling down in Michigan, and taking a full time job.
It's a 5 hour drive from here to there, so we won't be seeing much of him.
Kentucky Towers and TGIF's won't be the same without him.
We will all miss you Peter.
You will always be my friend. 

You work. You make good money.
Your contract ends. You wait.
You wonder if you'll ever work again.
It takes a level of faith to do what I do.
What happens if the phone doesn't ring, or if I don't get that email for my next contract?
This is the second time I've ventured out-of-state for a contract.
I don't know where I'll be working next.
I don't how much I'll be making.
Being in between is awkward.
I could never do this if I was alone.
But there are benefits.
You get plenty of time off.
You get to see new places.
You get to make new friends.
The sad thing is, you are in a world all of your own.
Few people understand what its like, not being attached to a job.

We offered him vinegar ice water and beer.
It was a small offering. He drank it all.
It was nice that he came to us.
I was amazed.
We haven't told many people where we live. We go out a lot.
Jesse is a popular guy. He's got an excellent personality.
Anyway, he hung out and watched a movie with us, while soaking his hand in beer.
And then he mozied off to his 7th floor apartment.