Sure I've never seen Wisconsin....

I am sure you all are aware Lo Lo and I took a random trip to see the fam back in Michigan. It was a long and boring 24 hour drive and I thought it might be kinda fun since I hadn't been on a good road trip in a while. We started driving on Thursday evening and were planning on being there Friday afternoon. Well after we got into Rapid City sleep deprivation set in and we called it an early night. After a full nights rest we got up and drove across the Great Sioux Nation's once proud home. (Stopped at Wall Drug). I stayed awake for most of Minnesota and slept the entire state of Wisconsin...one state I have never seen....made it through the Chicago skyline and coasted on into Mattawan, MI about 2 a.m. Saturday morning.

We had a blast! Literally...I bought some cheap rounds for my 'boy' and shot up a bottle in the back yard. I was stunned at the insanely redneck gun store Lauren took me to. Wall to wall people buying everything from shells to Barrett .50 cal sniper rifles. It was awesome. We hung out with friends and had a very happy Easter( Grandpa almost cried laughing with me about Grandma) It's OK Grandma I understand you. We ate at a good BBQ place...gives you stank em' out gas though....I drank some Oberon .... Watched Surfer, Dude and the Passion of the Christ.

We headed home early Tuesday morning and drove all the way to Buffalo, WY before calling it a day. We stayed at a cheesy little motel and I got sick. The next morning we headed over the mountain and made it home really early. All and all it was a fantastic trip and I did stay awake through Wisconsin on the way home!



Dan think's I'm awesome....

I'm All Out of Love...

You ever make a friend you thought would be there till the end?....and then when you decide to move on with your life....they WON'T accept it.

I have met a lot of interesting people in my life, and have only met one as interesting as my old roommate. No offense intended, but please understand this person is unnaturally sentimental....too upset by LIFE.

No one comes from a perfect family or has a perfect life, that is a given...let me give you an example of his down right, piss me the F off, annoying as close to a queer as a straight man can attitude.

I moved to Lovell, twenty miles away, in March. He stayed in Powell saying, "Oh, I'll be fine...I'll just move in with (another friend) at the end of the month." Needless to say he wasn't fine. Hence forth he has done nothing but impose his jealousy through Internet smack talk. The infamous social networking tool known as "Facebook" has become his battle ground for his nerd war.

I am not the violent type. I don't like fighting, at all. I have only been in a few tussles in my life and did not enjoy them or feel a surge of power nor do I ever try and provoke them. One of these rumbles was with him.

I was opening a pack of batteries with a kitchen knife. He came in ten feet tall and bullet proof...or as it is better known as DRUNK. I went over and joined another friend who was there in conversation about the evening that had. The roommate wanted to wrestle as he often did when he was DRUNK. I let him pin me a couple of times just to humor him in hopes he would stop and go to bed. He isn't a small guy, nor was he that of any threatening size. We used to joke that we would feel bad if we hurt him, "It would be like hitting a kid with down syndrome." He was humored enough to leave me alone for a while so I went back to open the batteries. He came into the kitchen and was spouting curse words at me and trying to advocate another match. I jokingly pointed the knife and said "Back up man.". All at once he rushed me and put me in a headlock. I dropped the knife and started prying on his arm. He kept applying pressure and I started fading from the loss of O2 to the brain. I went into panic mode. I whipped my head back hard and connected with his forehead. He was stunned at the move. I spun around and punched him in the abdomen as hard as I could, causing him to double over in pain. I then applied a reversed headlock and leaned back on it. He began laughing and mocking me. Already in attack mode, this drove my anger to a new level....one I had never felt and...it felt good. I leaned on the headlock and I heard him say "Is this all you got..ugh." I nearly fell as I leaned more pressure and lifted him up as I felt his throat collapsing on my arm. His body went limp and I let go of him and he fell to the floor....unconscious. I was in shock. I had never caused someone to loose consciousness. And this...this was my friend. He convulsed and wheezed heavily on the floor sometime before regaining his wits and sat up.

I really don't hate him. I just need to move on with my life in a new direction. One that doesn't involve drunken idiots and parties.

As far as his situation: " I'm all out of love...I'm Zoloft without you...."

Tawnya Maye

If you raised anywhere near Music City you know what fried bologna is....but do you remeber what it smells like?.



Recently Lauren and I traveled to see the fam, whom she had never met before mind you, for a week. We were really excited for the trip, seeing as how we had not left Wyoming since Christmas, it was time for a vacation. I had to work on Thursday and our plane left on Friday morning at 6 a.m.. I got home from a very boring twelve hour shift at the plant(and when I say boring I mean worse than watching golf and paint dry of and on for the entire day hoping that some excitement might come out of one or the other, but all you end up with is yellow paint on your finger tips from testing the dryness or doing the "Yes!" gesture with Tiger as he sinks a long putt.) Needless to say I had a long day. I got home and finished packing and tried my best to sleep, but to no avail. We were just too excited, the thought of getting to warmer weather and seeing my friends and family was too overwhelming for sleep to get involved. After hours of talking, procrastinating, and packing we made it up to Billings. After a quick Paulie Walnuts/Denny's breakfast we checked in 2 hours early and placed our fate in United Airlines hands.

The trouble begins: Denver International Airport

" We will be delayed for an hour due to mechanical problems with the aircraft."

Not exactly what you want to hear when you have a two hour flight to Nashville coming up.

To shorten a long story, We ended up missing our flight from Nashville to Charlotte and getting stranded. We were given food and lodging vouchers and sent on our merry way to wait 24 hours in Grand Ole Opry my friggin' ass Nashville on the next avalible flight. Well we were tired, hungry, and grumpy and no way in Hell did we want to waste a day of vacation in Nashville. So we called to see if we could get a rental car; Not old enough and no credit card.




(Enter Tawnya Maye stage left)

We decided to go Greyhound! Caught a cab from Music City Sheraton( very classy hotel ) to the ever so tactful Greyhound station. Bought two one way tickets to Knoxville,TN. Made one phone call to a very dependable person and made it to church on Sunday morning right on time!





"Girl, you know dees buses smell like FRIED BOLONGA!"
~ Random Big Black Dude on bus

Devil got your tongue?

Today was a strange day, but very normal. I woke to the frost bitten air of the Northwest, just like any other day, put on my muck boots and began my day. Drudging through the seemingly endless rows of slop, filling the feeders and checking the water troughs. Out of nowhere I was startled by a man who seemed to be very cold for being dressed so warm. He spoke with no emotion and very mono tone. "I have a message for you." He said with a stern look. "Take this letter to the master, but tell no one of my visit or you will have written your own death certificate." and with that being said the man climbed into his automobile and was gone. I was very stunned by the audacity of the man. That night it was hard to sleep, I just kept wondering what might happen if I told my wife. After all she was my wife, how would anyone know if I had told my own wife. But still the man's words haunted me. The following day I took the letter to the master and he was very grateful to accept it. He asked me who had given it to me. I thought for sure the master would have known where it came from. I held my tongue and said I found it with the other mail. He was very grateful and sent me home with a bushel of apples. He also gave me a raise and promotion to foreman. I called my wife with the news and told her we were going to be OK. When I got home she had a cake prepared and we celebrated in good fashion. Soon after we retired to bed and she asked me how I got the promotion. I told her about everything except the man who gave me the letter. She was puzzled a bit on how I came across the letter but didn't dwell on it too long before falling asleep.
The next day things seemed to be the best they had been in years, no trouble at work, no worries about money, no worries at all. But, when I got home my wife was in tears. I didn't know what to say, nor why she was crying. She just kept cursing me and calling me a liar. I was confused and hurt. Then she began to explain, the stable boy had seen me talking to a strange man and accepting something from him. He said it was a letter. I didn't know what to say... I apologized for withholding the truth and making excuses. We argued and exchanged hateful words, but then we realized one thing we loved each other. No matter what happens Love does prevail.

This blog is dedicated to a special person.
Never let the devil hold your tongue.

"Don't stop..believing, hold on to that feeling"
-Journey

Bay Window

Yesterday I had a glorious day of moving things into the Lovell house. LaWe(the future Mrs. LaPo) and I just moved from Powell and haven't got all of the boxes unpacked yet. After about four hours of rearraging furniture and getting things put away I zoned out and started a movie. Lauren made it home about 5 and we sat in the floor in front of the big window that overlooked the street and just played like little kids for about an hour. I can't remember the last time I have done that. We just sat there indian style playing paddy cake and slap games with no worries at all. We made something out of nothing.....not many people can do that. We are lucky.


"I befor E except after C, and E before N in chicken."
- Andy Griffith

Return

I have been gone for too long... the waiting and procrastinating is over.... the brother blog continues....

I moved some old blogs to this site so new followers can catch up on old affairs... I will try to blog often and keep you entertained.. Enjoy!


"Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta."

Friday, February 03, 2006

Scattered Thoughts
If one man could change the world would there be the need for government?.....if we were all in a state of mind what contry would we live in?...........The Holy Grail should be the quest for the divine in of oneself not for a cup, so stop digging History Channel.......Lauren, please hurry up and write your movie if I don't get to act soon I am going to hurl........If it takes three dollars to feed a starving child for a month why does it cost five to eat lunch at Mcdonalds?.........I love Bill O' Riley he is the greatest, he is the only person with the balls to challenge what is not morally right and he will let those D.C. retards know it in a hurry..........OK thats enough for today
-Scattered Thoughts
By: Grant Powers
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Ramblin' Man
"Lord I was born a ramblin' man"............Over the past few years my life has changed directions so many times that my head should be spinning..but it's not and I don't know why...Last night I was sitting at work and heard(now this is back to back and I am not making this up)"Dixie on my mind"..."I sang Dixie"..and "Carolina on my mind". No bull..we have an pa system at the airport that plays country radio and that just freaked me out. It made me think about spring time in the south, bass fishing out on the lake, sitting down by the river with Preacher and James waiting on that big ole' river cat to get ahold of my hook. Playing in Ma Ma's big tree in the backyard after Sunday dinner and then going on a golf cart ride with Pa Pa. Nothing beats the memories of childhood, not even a good steak dinner, they are the ties that never falter and will always be there if you ever need to escape the tragic world of today...Sorry got a little side tracked...Chris, Chase, Chris R. and I took off last May on a great venture across the country in search of Cody, WY. None of us had ever even heard of this place until one week in April when Chris called and said "Hey you wanna go to Wyoming with me?" and we all agreed not knowing what was in store. I stayed thru July and decided that this was it, this was the place I wanted to live, this was the place I had seen in my dreams and now it was real. So I flew home packed my things and moved out west. And now here I am 20 years old and 2000 miles from home. Who in their right mind would do such a thing at that age? Me...and well all of our couragous soliders........."Tryin' to make a livin and doin the best that I can."
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Thursday, February 02, 2006

"MY NAME IS LANCE AND I LIKE NUTS!!"

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In Dream
I awoke to the sound of Hughey Lewis yesterday and I felt very refreshed and assured that today would be a great day. I got up as always and had my favorite cup of starbucks and put on my snow boots as the weather outside was terrible and I had a long walk ahead of me. As I finished my joe I climbed into my old jeep and started down the snowbanked road, it was only a short drive but it took me what seemed like hours to reach the field. I stepped out onto the snow covered field and strapped on my skis as I started my journey all I could think about was..."Don't need money"....."Don't need fame"...."Don't need no credit card to ride this train"....I trekked along the flowing hills of the meadow that seemed as an ocean frozen in time as the terraces ran along to the horizon making a beautiful seam of land and sky.It was nearly daylight and I had reached the halfway point of my journey at this stop there was a small cabin with a wood stove and livery which housed a fresh horse for the rest of the trip. I stopped only to warm up a bit, it must have been at least thirty below zero and the wind was gusting to a phenomenal forty-five knots. As I headed out of the barn I noticed that my stirrup had fallen off of my saddle, someone must have left it out in the weather, if it had been my personal saddle it would not have been so abused and misused. I unsaddled and began repairing the tattered old piece of tack.Just as I had the leather almost repaired, the old wrangler emerged from the corner of the barn, hungover and pissed off at the world. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes and said DON'T YOU TOUCH MY ....................................."That's the power of love". I got up and put on my clothes and went to work. phew what a dream.
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Saturday, January 28, 2006

Wyoming Goes Homophobic
Well put another mark in the closed mind column for Wyoming as they ban the release of Brokeback Mountain with one exception, Laramie of course they had to as we all remember the "Matthew Shepard" story from a few years back......Jessi stop tickling me with Little Shamu.........A friend of mine went to see it last week and he said it was very graphic and hard to watch at some points, but overall he said that it was the basic love story only this time involving two men, Cowboys from county 9 in Wyoming. By the way I live in county 11 so they weren't that far from us. Well I just can't escape the controversial movie madness I move from the original filming location of "Deliverance" to the now made famous Big Horn mountains of Wyoming site of "Brokeback Mountain".................Let me hear ya squeal boy......weeeeee...weeeeee
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Blown Away
Have you ever yelled into a fan while it was on? Makes a funny sound......If you have ever been to Cody, Wyoming you know that the wind blows constantly, well the other night it decided to just go nuts and cut loose gusting to over 55mph, I have the privlege of working outside in the armpit of hell The Cody Airport. I is built on the flattest part of the city and has nothing to slow down the wind, after 3 hours of standing in the unrelentless force I finally got to go home....on my way home is when I saw "it"...I saw a shadowy outline up ahead of me and I thought it was a deer so I slowed down. As I approaced I could see that it was not a deer but in fact a giant tumble weed...it had collected other weeds and sorts along its journey across the desert land and grown into a giant ball of tangled mess. I watched as it slowly moved to the shoulder and roll off as if it were the giant boulder from Raiders of the Lost Ark still in search of Indiana Jones.....I think of Kenny Loggins....."Highway to the Danger Zone!"
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Rocky Mountain High
I went to Salt Lake City today just to go eat some sbarro pizza and get some cinnabons and while I was there I soaked up the atmosphere of the airport. I saw the usual guy missing his bag the woman running to get to her connecting flight The Griswold Family Vacationers and my personal favorite the guy who checked in too late and got bumped off his flight, this guy was especially entertaining he happened to be of the dark skin Arab India or what ever the hell else they are race and was spewing out his rage in some far eastern language which left the gate agent wondering if she should laugh or shoot him. I myself work at the airport in Cody and now that I know what goes on behind the scences I want to travel around to different airports to see how they operate. I will give you some traveling hints if you plan to fly soon: 1. Don't piss us off, we do get to handle your bags, 2. Don't piss us off, we get to say if you get to fly or not, 3. Don't piss us off, we know the pilots very well and if you want a smooth flight BE NICE!!, 4. Oh yeah by the way if you want your bags when you arrive at your final destination, DON'T CHECK THEM!!!!............Thank you for flying Skywest Airlines and enjoy your day in your arrival city.