My little sister Jenny and I have been on the beaver mountain (and away from Ecto) with my grandparents for a couple weeks, so sorry for the lack of posting. Unfortunately I returned at exactly the same time as my parents returned from San Diego (where my dad had been staying for a month). The 4 of us walked in on a flooded house, courtesy of a busted supply line to a toilet. My dad is CONVINCED that somehow our 4 kittens and their mother had something to do with it.

Evil little saboteur. It’s shifty, you can see it in the eyes.

A couple days ago my Uncle Kevin(the shutterbug/police officer that took the picture) drove up from Ontario, Kaliforniastan, to see Rush in concert in Salt Lake City. How was it? um… I don’t know, maybe just AWESOME!

I shot my first match in about a month today. Uncle Kevin shot with us and did pretty well. How’d I do? Pretty crappy, but that’s why we practice. After the match, Uncle Kevin left for Ontario while Dad, Jenny and I’m in a hotel in Jerome, Idaho.