Lift off!

Well, I gotta say, as cold as this place looks, it really aint that cold. Moonshine and I are fine in our sleeping bags and Pablo sleeps under his blanket. He thinks sleeping bags is for suckers. Once, he told he us how he's a scared of sleeping bags cause his brothers forced him down in one and pinched the lid off. Said he got stuck in there forever and now, when he sleeps in a sleeping bag, he has sleeping bag nightmares. I can account for the truthfulness of this account as one night, I heard a mighty moaning. I looked up and saw Pablo trying to claw his way out of his sleeping bag. Pablo was a holerin so loud, he woke up Moonshine. Wakin up Moonshine is a bad idea. He aint never been in no war or anything like that, but he sure acts like he has. The two of them yelled at each other till Pablo finally woke up and peeled the sleepin bag off himself. I aint never seen him sleep in a bag since then. He wraps himself in his sombrerar and keeps the fire going all night. Anywho, like I was saying, it really aint that bad out here. Only when we first got here and now, I seem to have adapted. I suppose that happens in most places. When I go from Illinois on down to the Mississippi it always seems hot at first, but it calms down just right. Well, anyways, Nerd Chick compiled some more photos of us. She seems to like sending us gifts. I don't really mind though, as long as I don't stare at the screen too long. Check out the gift below and let me know what you think. This here is in the spirit of Olympics, so I suppose ya'll will like it.  

As many of you know, I've been composing my second chapter and I've recently compiled it. Nerd Chick has been a huge help too! So I'd like to say thanks to her! Thanks Nerd Chick! If ya'll want to read this here, go on and take a look below. If not, thanks for stopping by. Now go get the book: http://ow.ly/BoR9B

  CHAPTER II 

FOUND & FINDING 

The hollow tree trunk orients itself straight up and bobs in the water.

Skate off!

In the spirit of competition, we held a second event for our olympix. We call this here the ten meter dash.

Moonshine was bad mouthing me the whole time. He's all like, "I can beat you in a two legged race with one leg and no toes." So I figured I'd rise to the challenge.

I was kind of nervous at first on account of Pablo psyching us out with fake numbers. He's all, "ono, dose, trace..." I don't know what none them numbers mean. Course he thought he was super funny, so he kept starting over. He held us in the racing position with stupid count downs like this here, "ono, dose, trace... lego!" And "ono, dose, trace, house of cards!" Anywho, it took him a dang while to finally say, "ono, dose, trace, Undelay, undealy, ariba, ariba!" I think that means go.

I was not expectin Moonshine to come out of the gate skatin in a blaze of fury, but sure enough, he did!

Course we don't actually have skates, so maybe he was just better running on ice than I was, but he got a pretty stout lead.

Anywho, I don't want to tell you who won, and it aint like it really even matters, because here's the deal, we enjoy the spirit of competition. And that's all that dang matters! Well anyways, since we aint got skates and such, we're just going to have to have a different sort of competition. Next challenge, name off. Ya'll are gonna love that!
     For those of you who are interested, I put up a few more pages of the story. Next Sunday, I suppose I'll compile them and be at the end of chapter 2. Pretty exciting 'eh? Well, I'll talk to you all later.

Chapter 2 (contd) 

Princess uselessly swipes at the manta ray. Suddenly, the log comes to a halt within the pulling waves.

Boyah Chapter 2

Did I mention Utah is dang cold! Moonshine said he wanted to go ice fishin, but I don't think he knew exactly what that entailed. First of all, when traveling in the freezing cold, you should probably get a dang a coat! All we have, is these daw-gone flannels, which if you stack up, keep you pretty dang warm. Unless of course it rains or snows, which it does often in this here desert land. Though my toes and fingers is constantly numb, I must admit, a certain tranquility transpires when the desert sands turn from brown, to white. I mean that too!