Because I can.

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). Insert another random thought here.

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. Insert additional run on sentance and comma splice here.

I think I look cooler in this pic than I am. Thanks Kris and his bad ass iPhone.