I am at that point in my life where I feel a blog is just what I need to do. I don't take the time to write down much. Goals experiences or whatever. I am sure this blog will be much like the books I read, lots of pictures. with that being said I still have some thoughts behind the cobwebs in my skull. Rants and things the genuinely piss me off, but most of them are about my family, things I love, self improvement, and randomness,( all the different names for BOOB"S). With that being said understand that this is more for me than you. I know it is a little self serving but if you find yourself offended by my words or actions than I apologize and wish you the best, and pleas don't read the blog any further for I am sure to offend you again. I take love seriously, living seriously. I don't take myself or you seriously. Life is to short and I am just going to be Chad Niblett, or Roy Mc Cleary depending on what reality you currently find me in. So excuse my grammar, spelling and language/crudeness. Or......don't it's your call.
Siting in traffic I am thinking about how everybody in the Treasure Valley is color blind. Every traffic signal you watch change, their is at least a few Jack Asses that roll on past the red....Shit heads. I think it is funny how excited my youngest son gets to flush his turds down the toilet, the excitement is briefly followed by a little jig that I find myself doing while staring out my window at the scenery above. One last look at downtown Boise before I head slightly up a hill to find a brief Bouldering session at Table Rock with my buddy Kris or Seamus....I know it's confusing but they are the same person most of the time. The boys are taking a much needed nap at home while my amazing wife studies her pretty little ass off, and I grab Chief (my Chocolate Lab) and head out to get some fresh air after a few days of feeling like stacked dog shit. As I head past the large houses that dot the Boise Front I notice this turd in the Mercedes stuck in my crack most of the way up the hill,( I know spending time bitching about everyone's driving while I am snapping pictures. In my defense I was at a complete stop for both pics witch only further aggravated the "turd in the Mercedes" but safety first).
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| Chief spotting on the Traverse. |
The Mercedes turns off before the road turns to dirt, nice car giant house in a location I would love to wake up to every morning. Jealous not at all, I took advantage of this opportunity to skip out on all responsibility and spend a little time vertical, a surf bum in Boise. At least in my own mind. My wave, a long traverse of carved sandstone. I have been getting fatter and older every year. I lose most of the weight during Fire season however a few extra pounds stay, year after year. I needed a hobby I could get into full time, an addiction that would help me loose some lbs, and sense free basing Crack is illegal though effective for the end goal. I found a dealer and cut up a nice 100% pure line of getting off my ass and doing something I love Rock Climbing/
slash/Bouldering. I enjoy it. I crave it, and it gives me something to focus, improve, and challenge myself with.
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| I think I look cooler in this pic than I am. Thanks Kris and his bad ass iPhone. |
