Recently, I wrote a note about the Olympian Casino in Washington. Now I can't find where I got that information from. OOPs. I usually post in the wee hours of the morning.

<= Our Christmas Tree, aye.
This year, it will just have to do.
Thanks so much! I really miss you guys.
Being in an unfamiliar place during the holidays is always tough.
You know that Christmas works backwards
Its the most depressing holiday of the year.
But I've got more memories stored up from this last year than most people get in a life time.
Thanks for being part of them and Merry Christmas to you all: 
Becky, Sonny, Rod, Reese, Jesse, Peter, Susan, Preacher Scott, Gma, Jennifer, Dustin, Paul, Robert, Emily, Renee, Jonathan, McKinzee, Jess,  Ricco, Jeffree, Mikey, Andy, Ashley, Tim, Jari, Loff, Lewis, Jerry, Jennette, Chuck, Charles and Renee, Ida, Allen, Cheryl, Kelly, Tass, Emilio, Cyrus, Paula, Mark, Frank, Ruth, Warren, Lisa, David, Leann, Kevin, all the people at Fourth Street Live, all the people at Kentucky Towers, all the people we hung with at the Pub and TGIF Fridays, Don, Curtis, Erich, MS. ===> Thankyou ===>
To those who are in heaven now: 
My Dad, Squirt, Rob, Mom, Dave, Grandfather, Skip, Uncle James, Jim, Chris and Chris, I'll never forget you.
You all touched my heart.
And at sometime, you gave me joy this year. You guys are GREAT!!!

I'm not happy in Seattle.
I hate the cost of this apartment.I hate the cost of cigarettes and food.
I hate the bus. I hate having to pay to park everywhere. I hate driving in this city.
I hate that cops police the streets, and not the sidewalks.
I don't like the people here, they're unfriendly. I hate that bums can get away with anything.
I think their entertainment sucks.
I didn't like rushing into this contract. I didn't like taking a pay cut after I started.
I didn't like having to take out an insurance policy for $300 to work here.
I don't like the people at work. They have no manners, are nosey, and they are introverts.
I don't like the nature of my job. You only get noticed when things don't work, and nothing every works.
I don't like having the training I've had for this system. I am not using any of my skills.
I don't like the vagueness of this job. I have no clear job description.
AND THAT...is a lot of things to dislike.
I like the scenery at times. I like that Renee is right up the road. I like the view from our apartment.
So, thats it...I'm looking to get out of here.
-2m

Don't be so hard on your self.
We all have days where we would like to tell the world ,our loved ones, and even our children, to go for themselves and leave me alone.
Strong people who know you, know it's only a bad day in some cases a bad couple weeks. We will forgive and move on!
If we can come back when all is calm and talk about it, then it all is forgiven.
You have made it through the hard stuff. Sit back and catch your breath..
Have beer on me :-)

4 moves in three weeks have made me palid.
I've had to push myself to the limit, I haven't been feeling well, I'm tired and confused.
52 hours of driving, rushing through moving, and finding an apartment have all made me feel very cranky. My atm/credit card being hi-jacked didn't help either. I'll feel much better when I have some cash.
But none of these are an excuse for my bad attitude.
I've been distant, obtuse, in a very bad mood, and now I'm paranoid for good reasons.
I love you all. I'm just exhausted.

How did you like the Renton Fly's Electronics? That one is on what used to be the Boeing 707 plant and I lived in a really nice apartment about a mile away from that Fly's. But long before the Fly's was there. I was there from April 1998 to September 1999. HOWL!!!! I had been to the Fly's in a suburb of Portland, OR though, in 1999. Double HOWL!!!

Interesting. I wonder if Boeing only gave up part of that plant. I was under the believe they sold the whole plant, and that Fly's was only part of a larger commercial endeavor there. Boeing still has a number of other plants in the area, of course. Someday I'd like to visit the Puget Sight again, and visit my old apartment in Renton, where I worked in downtown Bellevue and the health club on the Bellevue/Redmond border, right next door to BillyCo (Microsoft).

What a life! Too much too quick.
I can't begin to describe the feeling in my back.
But that's the bad things.
The good things that have happened so far.
We got moved in Friday, but everything was such a mess. We needed junk furniture.
But Seattle doesn't have any Walmarts. There's a KMart 6 miles away, which in Seattle Speak equals 1 hour.
The traffic is a killer here. I'm ready to learn the bus system at any time.
Why not be chauffeured around while I read the paper?
I hopped into the roof Jacuzzi yesterday morning at 6:30am,
and found a really cool cell phone. I called "Dad".
He told me daughter lives in my building and gave me her address. I tried, it was early, but eventually she called me.
I came up, and she answered the door in her T-Shirt and underwear (who does that?). I about fell over. Her eyes were a red as eyes can get, but she had a pretty smile, and said thank you.
Later, we went shopping at a Target.
It was 6 stories tall, with a parking level on each floor! When you want to go to the next floor with you card, you take the escullator. It has a cart escullator in the middle...very different.
Everybody we met was friendly, and more than willing to tell us everything they knew about Seattle.
That about says it, everybody in Seattle is very friendly.
Today, Becky went to the jacuzzi with me.
Her hair turned GREEN!!! Its a pretty color of green though.
We were supposed to get internet, phone and cable today, but nobody was here to let the cable guy into the electric room.
We'll have it by Wednesday.

Another tough day!
Five hours of sleep. Had to get renters insurance, they wanted to rewrite my auto insurance and my house insurance for Seattle, which would take me days of effort to spring back from. sheesh.
We got our apartment.
So we had to move all our stuff downstairs, again, and pack up the truck. Its cold and wet out there.
I am so tired.
We will have moved the equivilent of 5 moves, and driven 52 hours, in 12 days.
We've been apartment hunting every day and every night.
And to top it all off, my credit card info was stolen from one of the places we used it at, enroute.
What a week I'm having!!!

Jimmy. Did you say you were pooped? Like this kind of "poop"? I hope not... http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/12/07/rhino.poop.ap/index.html

Good Luck. I'm sure you will make the best of it!

I've got my patches and some food.
Life was good, until we got back to the truck.
We couldn't get in it. The people on both sides parked 2 inches away. It was mindless.
There were plenty of spots open in the parking lot.
I've noticed that a lot of people walk mindlessly straight at you on the sidewalks. 
There's always plenty of room. It keeps happening everywhere. A lot of these people are sleep walking.
I didn't think driving to the store was tough at all.
Matter of fact, I like driving in Seattle, even downtown. You have to watch for pedestrians, bicycles, other cars, and one way streets. SO, you take your time, and slowly make your turns.

I'm glad you made it safely. Give it all a chance. it may be great this summer! but hurry up and get your ass back to Louisville! 

Make it work Jimmy. It is what you make it. Howl!!!! Just behave yourself and don't go skinny dipple in the company pool, like you like to do on your first day on the job.

Two moves in one week is a lot of action.
I've had to push myself to the limit, I haven't been feeling well, I'm tired and confused.
But none of these are an excuse for a bad attitude.
So, if I've been distant, or obtuse, please accept my sincere apology.
I meant to accomplish so much when we got here.
But, Monday, I had to get that insurance, talk to my CPA and get prescriptions written.
Tuesday, I picked up prescriptions, did some shopping, and tried to relax.
I didn't visit like I'd planned too.
After driving 32 hours straight, driving around town is the last thing I want to do.
Driving around town with everything I own in the back of the truck is scary too.
I love you all. I'm just exhausted.

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.