Some old school Rock.

Today's update.

Today I:

 

I ate at In-n-Out Burger.  It was the grand opening of the joint here in town and the first in the state of confusion...ER...Utah. I had a double-double and it hit the spot.  As far as what it took to get the burger?  Just a 30 minute wait in line at the drive thru.  Talk about putting up with a lot just to get a burger.  It was well worth it but now I think I will let the crowds die down before doing that again.

 

Happy Birthday Dad.

I had a special treat this week.  My dad came down on his annual trip to the south land.  He and his wife, Karen, crashed here Tuesday and Wednesday.  We had a good visit last night catching up and seeing how everything was.  He even tried my left-handed strung guitar.  It isn't as easy as it looks folks.

Anyway it is his 60th birthday and we went up to Zion's National Park.  He wanted to go up Observation Point on the East Rim trail.  If you know Zion's, it is a really steep and long climb.  We found a back way in by going above the park and hiking back into the park.  It was about a 7 mile round trip hike but not hard at all.  It was very windy but not really that cold.  It made for a fun day.

I am happy he made it here and that we were able to spend the day together.

 

Above is a picture of Angel's landing from observation.  It is an awesome sight.

Added security

I had to tighten up the security since some idiot decided to start spamming my blog. Got ahead and post replies if you want and I will approve them. Just not from spamming idiots.

The Miracle of Life

About a week ago, my friend's yellow lab had pups.  It was amazing to see these little guys.  It was the mother's first litter and we figured/knew there was going to be complications.  The amazing part?  No complications what so ever and even know it is her first litter, she has taken to the part like she was an old hand.  She was caring for each pup and so far, all are healthy and being watched over by a doting mother.  I need to get over there to see how they are doing and how they are growing.  It is just amazing to see.  My goal is to get a picture with a whole litter of pups jumping all over me.

 

Not to be out done, my fish decided to commit parenthood also.  The funny part is that I had no idea about this till a week ago when I saw this little guy some swimming out of the this wooded alcove that the fish built up.  I haven't seen any other besides this one so I am quite thrilled and a tad bit confused.  I thought the fish I had weren't compatible for breeding.  I was wrong.  Last set of fish I had were convicts and when they breed.  There is a BUNCH and it looks like a little cloud in the tank.  It was fun watching them grow but it put the other fish under a lot a stress and the convicts are a VERY protective species when it comes to their young.  Just to give you a frame of reference the rocks you see in this picture are no larger that little pebbles you would find in a creek.  He is about 1/4 of an inch long.  He is getting braver and will swim out of the alcove but not to far.  He is smart enough to stay close by so he doesn't get eaten.  Sad part is even my fish are having a better time than I am. 

Quick update from last post.

I had my first lesson tonight. The teacher is a coworker of mine and he is gonna challenge me. I am excited. I didn't realize that how much my left hand knew about the guitar and chords that my right hand will have to learn. I will have to start basically from scratch. I am up for the challenge.

He will even teach me music theory for possibly *gulp* writing songs. Now THAT will be a challenge.

For me, it is kind of a big deal.

I have been thinking about doing this for a while now.  What you may ask?  Well, you make ask.  :P

 

Anyway before I let you know about I decided to do, let me lay down a little bit of history.  I like music.  Eh, let me say that I freaking LOVE music.  It touches my soul and helps me through tough times and also helps me through the good times. 

I had always wanted to learn how to play the guitar and I did take lessons for a while and got to were I could play and people actually could recognize the songs I was playing.  It gave me great happiness.  I would practice and get down the lessons my teacher prepared and felt like I was growing. 

Then something bad happened, I got engaged, then broke up and right after that?  I broke my left wrist.  It was a nasty break.  It took me over a year to recuperate and even then, I hadn't picked my guitar back up to play.  It would sit in a corner and I would look at it.  I would pull it out to play.  It felt good but since I was using my left wrist for the chords, it caused me a lot of pain if I played for any amount of time.  It still feels like there is a hole in my soul and something that needs to be filled.

Here is the funny thing, I am left handed.  I learned out to play right handed.  Go figure.  I decided a while back to restring my guitar to be a left handed guitar but never moved on it.  Just a couple of days ago, I learned that one of my coworkers is a guitar teacher and he agreed to take me on.  We start tomorrow.

It is going to be a challenge but I am excited to start to fill up a gap that has been in me for the longest time.

Wish me luck.