Countdown to Idaho... T-20 DAYS

In 20 days I'm leaving to go to Boise, Idaho.

I'll be staying at a friend's house located in the giant star-like city of Boise. I've never been to Idaho before so I will be educating myself on the state before my trip.

Since I'm from Canada I can't assume that the laws are the same there as they are here:

Here are a few that I found that vary slightly from here:

• Riding a merry-go-round on Sundays is considered a crime.
• Illegal for a man to give his sweetheart a box of candy weighing less than fifty pounds.
• You may not fish on a camel's back.
• Boise: Residents may not fish from a giraffe's back.
• Pocatello: A person may not be seen in public without a smile on their face.
• A law passed in 1912 provided that "The carrying of concealed weapons is forbidden, unless some are exhibited to public view."

Sounds like a bunch of uptight potato-loving, fishing from the backs of animals-hating folk. Hopefully I can still have a good time and not get arrested.

We have Pictures...

I figured out how to get a picture on this thing.

There's nothing stopping me now.

I will be bringing you nothing but original content (even if it is composed by cutting and pasting together several bits of copyrighted and trademarked characters and logos with the skill of a forth grader with two broken hands!). It will be all done by me.

So if I see it on your site without my permission, know that I will :

A. Probably think it's cool that someone actual came here and looked at my blog.

B. Then be really angry because you stole my stuff.

C. Go after you a large pointy stick which I will try to poke you with somewhere in an area around your eye.

Enjoy!

I'm sorry he doesn't live here anymore... he's dead

On Sunday afternoon a man rang my doorbell (...like a madman, he rang it 6 times before I got from the couch to the front door).

The conversation went something like this:

Me: "Hello?"
Man: "Is Jack here?"
Me: "I'm sorry he's dead."
Man: "Oh..."
Me: "Yeah, I think he died in the summer."
Man: "I figured as much."

I invited him in and gave him all the information surrounding Jack's death. How he went into the hospital for day surgery and never came back. And that I bought the house and moved in December. I gave him some information on how to contact his family.

I think I handled it pretty well.

Here's some pictures of pretty much how Jack left all his stuff when he left the house that day and never came back:
http://community.webshots.com/album/211746152qcXZXi

Is this thing on?

Hello?

Why aren't you saying anything....

I'm hanging up now.

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