Repaired

My Car has returned and it's whole again! Hooray! The reputation of the local auto body shop is well deserved. All evidence of damage is removed, my doors now open and shut, and new paint is perfectly blended with the rest of the car and strangely enough, has a smell similar to bananas. I can't explain that one, but it's kinda cool.

This event along with the radiator incident two months ago makes me think that The West is attempting to assassinate my little orange car...

One Hour Away from Natural Beauty

My sister came to visit this weekend, so we took a trip to the Flaming Gorge Recreation Area and did some sight seeing.

And what fine sights they were!

This is about 55 miles south of me, and it's friggin sweet. You're better off clicking that and viewing the whole picture. It's purty.

Busted Stuff

Just because I signed on with the hivemind doesn't mean I'm abandoning this place!

So, I'm moved it, I have mah Internets back, and my sister is in town for a weekend. Hooray! But that means I'm too busy to post much, but I expect by the end of next week, things will have settled down some. In the meantime, lets take a look at my busted car that's getting repaired this week:

Great stuff! It'll take the better part of a week to fix, but the insurance company will be paying for a rental car durning that time.

In Which Fuzzy Drinks The Kool-Aid

I have made no secrets that I don't like social network sites. Frankly, I never liked the idea of blogging in general. Not until I realized that it was the best way to update friends/family with my Wyoming escapades did I grudgingly decided to create Fuzzy Goes West. It was a better alternative to collecting a stack of email addresses and sending out a mass spam that only half of the people would read.

While at the Family Cottage in Pittsburgh, I learned that my Father was following my Sister on Twitter.

Let me tell you about my father. He is inherently distrustful of the Internet. For the longest time, He would refuse to bank or pay bills online for security reasons of his own imagination. I think he had visions of a masked man cutting the line to the DSL, holding the exposed wires under an burlap sack, and somehow pouring his money into it, perhaps in the form of pixelated dollar signs.

So, no, he demands paper transactions, pays with cash, despite the more likely scenario of identity theft through personal information left on some of those scraps of paper he holds dear.

But he follows my sister, on Twitter. I Lose. I had to do something about it.

And so, If you see my name on the Rolls of the Damned, you'll know why. Ugh.

Just checking in

While I really do love my new place, they haven't gotten the WiFi up yet. So, I'm writing this from the local boozery, the Bridger Valley Lanes (They're a bowling alley too).

Sooo... pictures maybe this weekend when I'm on a proper connection. Later.