No easy button

I was thinking about how sweet it would be to have an easy button. It would certainly make everything easier.

Regardless, it's just more of the same. My dilemma is going somewhere I really want with no guarantees or going somewhere I'm not quite sure about with guarantees. I thought about when I accepted a job here in Steamboat how I made that decision. It was sort of spur of the moment, just trying something new, in a new place where I knew nobody.
At the time it wasn't hard. I've wondered if I've changed that much that I am to the point I just can't go all in on something. But when I think about when I got the job in Steamboat I was also cleaning carpets at the time. In fact when I got the call and the job offer I was knee deep in grossness, cleaning out a sewer flood.

Maybe I just need to get knee deep in shit again and my easy button will come to me.

Not much new on the Luke front. Played hockey for the first time in a long time last week. It was enjoyable but I still struggle to skate backwards. Still it was fun. Went skiing once over the weekend. It was good to get out and do something as I was sick early last week.

Valentine's Day was fine, without much drama. Just the way I'd assume to have it. Also went to Leadville to see my parents. Getting a little nervous on that front as my pops job isn't necessarily secured right now. Just a sign of the times.
Plus it was sort of a blow to me when for the first time my brother registered in taller than me. It's crazy how fast he is growing up. Voice has changed, he's taller than me and he's a text messaging warrior. It feels like just yesterday he was trucking around with a 10 gallon cowboy hat on top of his small head and pushing it above his eyes every few steps. There was a point when we were inseperable. Part of it was he was trucking along with my parents to all my sporting events, but he became just as much a part of the team as I was. Everybody knew him, and everybody liked him. Maybe even moreso than me.
Regardless, with the age difference between us, it was only a matter of time before our relationship became more distant. But it's been weird, sad and somewhat exciting this last year seeing him grow up. The last two times I saw him, his voice changed and he registered in an inch taller than me. I worry about him all the time and do a really piss poor job of keeping in touch with him.

Other family news to note of. My grandma in Buffalo sounds like she's on her last legs. She's been a stubborn lady for the last 25 plus years, battling sicknesses and what not. I suppose with this will be a trip to Buffalo in the next month or so. It's good to see family, but there comes a point where it always seems like it's for bad things.

Fairly busy month ahead of me. In addition to Vegas this weekend, CPA Conference next weekend, me and a buddy are in the process of putting on a benefit for a buddy with cancer. It's a lot of work, but it sure is gratifying. I just hope everything comes together in the next month.

Vegas should be fun. Real fun. The only problem is I have to find a way to afford it. I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, but I'm sure I'll figure out something. Plus Vegas should be a nice little get away from things. Weather is calling for high 60s with a chance of Drunk. It should be especially nice since I won't have to deal with work for a couple days. Plus everybody that's going is ready to rock. That's probably the biggest and most important thing. With no one from work, I won't have to talk about work, think about work or — and most importantly — do any type of work.
FYI — I arrive on Friday and am back on Sunday. If you don't hear from me by Tuesday please do something. I mean it's not out of the realm that I'm in jail, dead or decided on a new career path.
Plus when I get back I think Book dog and several others will be in town to ski Monday. Hopefully I'm up for it after getting Vegased for a couple days.

Also just did this thing called Maniac training with the Rugby coach. He's a cool dude who played professionally for a while and now lives in Hayden. Needless to say the workout beat me good. That's to be expected when you walk in and there are kegs, pvc pipe and all sorts of weird devices for training. It was like a psuedo strong man type of setup. Did it Monday and woke up Tuesday unable to lift my arms and feeling like my core had taken quite a beating. I'm back in the Tarantula Tank (his gym, my name) on Wednesday for another one hour of hell.

Hef of the Week
Besides the fact my brother will probably be able to stomp a mud hole in my ass within the month, I'll leave you with this beauty.
I was having a beer at this steakhouse the other night. Just enjoying a beer by myself and watching a game. The town drunk comes in. I'm sitting at the bar. He sits next to me. Not a big deal since I've talked to the guy before. But a Nascar commercial comes on and he starts in on telling me how a Nascar is exactly like the car he owns. I go along with the story, when all of a sudden he snaps. He starts yelling at me, cussing me out and threatening me. Nice. The whole place stops what it's doing and looks over at us. Of course I look like the guilty one, like I provoked him. Either way, the bartender comes up and asks one of us to leave. Needless to say I paid my tab and left. I mean he's the town drunk. Where else is he going to go?

Onto Vegas.