Live In The Sunshine, Swim The Sea, Drink The Wild Air...

My friend Alex asked me to draw out his next tattoo, of Boba Fett. I was pretty excited when he asked me to and even more excited after finding out Chicago was going to be getting the George Lucas Museum :)

It's been a rough winter. Fingers crossed it's almost over.

Koh Phi Phi, Thailand. Original photo shot on my honeymoon there last week.

Some sunrise fun with my big guy Marty.

Down the road

Allison and I have been living in tiny one bedroom apartment for almost the last two years. When we first moved in we knew it was small but it felt huge. Allison was coming from a studio apartment and I fresh from my parents house, we had our own space and some room to breathe.

Now after the last 20 months we're ready to get out. Every little thing has become a thorn in our side making it more of a temporary place to sleep than a home. To be honest the reason we moved in was because it was cheap (less than $100 more than Allison's studio), I could ride my bike to work and it was our first place together, a starter home.

The focus now is getting out. Good news is Allison has a far better job than she did when we moved into this place, the bad news is that even though I've been searching for almost the past four months I am still jobless. It's one of the most depressing things for me to think that we could be stuck in this apartment another year because no other place will take us due to my situation.

I told Allison we were almost out of bread and could she pick some up on her way home from work. This is what I came home to.

March 23rd and it's still winter here...

Thanksgiving climb

My brother got into town just hours ago and soon we'll be going on our 3rd annual  day before thanksgiving rock climb.

I am oh so very excited :)

I think it's depressing how attached we as people get to material things. We horde and store objects like they're loved ones or cherished memories. The biggest problem is that we can't help it. I love my things (at least most of them) and have trouble letting anything go because it either reminds me of something or I'm sure that I'll get to it in the future and when I do life will be better forever.

It's depressing and the fact that it's depressing is even more depressing.

I'm very excited. Just reached the highest page count for anything I've ever written!

127 pages to be exact :)