Where has the time gone?

Ok, so I'm not the most prolific blogger - heck, not often enough that I even forgot my password and had to have it reset. BUT, here I am with a brief message so I don't lose touch entirely with the blogger watchers - and you know who you are......

Anyway, during a recent visit (way back in July) to Idaho Falls, I had an opportunity to go fishing with my dear father-in-law. It's been eons since I've been fishing and since I bought a license to take the grandson fishing, I thought I might as well get some use out of it. We headed out to Palisades about 4pm and got down to the water's edge in time to enjoy the scenery and setting sun. I snapped a few pictures, and of course I have the "classic" DB photo:






We had a great time and truly enjoyed the view and weather. We even caught several chubs (trash fish) but I stepped too close to the water's edge after catching one and sank into the mud, loosing my boot when I attempted to pull my foot out. Needless to say, we tumbled around in the mud and had a good laugh, but soon headed home with a muddy, soggy foot. Ahhh, the memories.

It's not just about the Halo

For quite some time I've been meaning to post about the Halo parties I host with my man cub and his buddies and how much fun we have, and today is the day to finally get it done.

If you're not familiar with the game of Halo, it's an Xbox video game where you form two teams and hunt down and kill your opponents. It's pretty mild graphics and gore but certainly not "kid-propriate." We setup a network of 3 game consoles and TVs because it's a lot more fun to have teams of 4 or 5 players which gives you alot more targets to hunt down and kill.

We've had a couple of these parties and the last one I got around to snapping a few pixs in between rounds of carnage. The trophy wives busy themselves upstairs with games and tending to the youngsters while the multi-screen chamber of death rages on in the basement.



It's all great fun and lasts for several hours until we can no longer endure the unblinking stares. And from what I can tell, the gamers all enjoy the opportunity to play and complain that they've been killed AGAIN by "Don-O-Death." Maybe they just let me win cause it's my house, and I'm ok with that. Either way, I look forward to the next party.