Too much happening in the head; too little happening through the fingers.
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
To rue the day or not to rue the day
This day shall not own me!
For it is Monday
And I am master of my calendar!
10 years have got behind you
To look in the mirror and see your father looking back is a bit shocking; to see your grandfather looking back is down right disturbing!
Why didn’t they warn us!
Do you remember sex education in middle and high school where they told us about all these horrific things our bodies were about to spring on us? Why didn’t they tell us about the things that matter‽ Like freakishly long nose hairs! Braidable nose hairs! And I’m not even old yet. The horrors! And man, if my wife only knew the things I’ve done with her eyebrow tweezers!
Arrow to the Knee!
I’ve earned my knee socks. That’s right, I’ve been Scoutborged. With Noah working up the ranks in Boy Scouts and Evan having begun scouts as a Tiger scout, I find myself a leader in both Cubscouts and Boy Scouts and Cathy has earned her Scout Widow badge. In June, I will be going on an adventure with Noah to hike in the Canyons of Utah for 9 days (with no cell phone or Internet!) This past weekend, Amy, Evan and I toured and slept overnight in The Lost Sea Caverns. The Weekend before that, Evan and I hiked for miles around Camp Buck Toms, slept over night, and came home with ticks. The weekend prior to that I slipped while doing yard work and torqued my knee. And today, three weeks later, my knee is still tender, hurts to touch, and I cannot put much weight on it.
So, I just paid $25 to have my doctor tell me I’m out of shape. End of story. So to celebrate, I decided to go to Cookout and have a cheese burger with onions, french fries, and hush puppies..MMMMMMmmm. While waiting for my food, I look around the joint and every morose soul there is 2 to 3 times my overweight size. They don’t speak or smile. Slow Jesus rock emanates loudly from the store speakers. For a moment, I consider leaving the five dollars and change worth of heart disease on the counter to escape quickly. In weakness, I grab the food and Cheer Wine float, return to work, and joined a gym.
Protected: Catharsis
godfuckingdammitmotherfuckingsonofabitch!
State of Me
Frustration level 99
New Life Goal
Just make it to August 1.
Wednesday
I cannot improve upon Cathy’s Pulitzer Prize worthy post. Do read!
From the mouths of babes
15 year old boy: "This Kool-aid kinda smells like vomit."
Me: "What did you say?"
Teen: "This Kool-aid smells like vomit."
Me: "Then why are you drinking it?"
Teen: "Because it tastes really good!"
Me: "I’m going to make you famous…"
RIP Gray
Exactly how many animals can I bury in my yard before I have to get licensed as a pet cemetery?
State of Me
Too stressed.
Frozen.
Locked up.
Overwhelmed.
From the mouths of babes
From the neighbor’s yard: "ba baw baw baw ba ba baaawwwk!" pause "ba baw baw baw ba ba baaawwwk!"
Me: "Son, do you know what that noise is?"
Clueless 15 year old: "Uh, some bird?"
Obviously, I don’t get my children out enough.
Which camera for a week in the canyons? Olypmus Tough or GoPro?
Five adults are planning on accompanying five boys scouts into the wilderness of the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area. We will be cut off from the rest of the world for nine days; that is no Internet, no cell phone. In preparation, I have to decide what gear is essential. I love photography and I love timelapse video. My inclination is to make a video documentary of our trip which has me leaning toward the GoPro2 Outdoor Edition
How would you decide between these two cameras?
