Nostalgia

The other day, I came across a "picture box" my wife put together for me and started digging. There is no order to the box, and this is the way she found them. Seemed I never got around to making photo albums, so everything ended up in a shoe box. Now that I'm the refined adult standing before you today, my photos are stored in a "photo box"... Meaning, still the same mess, just in a box that was never used for shoes...

Picture #1 Age 13 or 14???
Summer Swim Team.. What an awkward age huh? My body is out of proportion, and that haircut must have been free.... I started swimming the summer after 5th grade. The first lap I did was doggie paddle, my older brother picked it up a lot quicker than I did. If my memory serves me right, my last summer of swimming was the summer before I went into high school. In which I was only a fraction of a second away from qualifying for the state swim meet in the 100 IM. I didn't swim competitively again until years later when I swam for the same summer league as an adult thinking it would be a good was to meet girls and get in shape. In that order... Unfortunately, there were no girls, and my shape was round....

Picture #2

Taken sometime while in college. Its blurry, so if you cant tell, I'm the one who's mouth and eyes aren't taped shut... This was actually one of our better "moves" most times the unfortunate drunkard would wake up with a bald spot or missing an eyebrow. By the end of the night this guy was duct taped to that couch....

Picture #3

This has nothing to do with the topic of nostalgia or triathlon, I just thought it was cute... This is Elias showing us his food is all gone... Mostly on the floor...

Picture #4

Age 21 or so... This is my Eminem/Slim Shady/WTF was I thinking phase... That was a while back but I assure you my parents were quite proud of me at the time...

Whenever someone dies everyone says, I love that guy, except for Jeffrey Dahmer. Pauly Shore

Nothing Significant

So.. While training I sometimes have these great ideas for blog topics. Then of course I forget mostly because my memory is that of a 4 year old with severe ADD... But then I remind myself that no one reads my moronic thoughts anyway...

Speaking of weird thoughts... I have never been to a therapy session, although it may not be that bad of an idea. Deep thinking is not one of my strong points as I just started walking upright a few years ago, but I had a thought about therapists that treat a patient for multiple years. Do you think a therapist has ever responded poorly to a patient? Now, I'm not thinking of the guy that was abused by his parents, or rape victims, or any other person that was effected as a child by a tragic event. Could it be that when asked "Dr. I don't know why I'm this way" that the therapist responds with "maybe your just an asshole?" Could it be that a person is just as asshole? No reasoning required, no blame for behavior just the shocking truth that some people are just assholes... hum.. this kid below is obviously an asshole.... Jane can you help with this one??

Here's another strange thought. In most cases I prefer to stay away from religion and politics for obvious reasons. Mostly because everyone is wrong and I am always right... Just kidding. But GOD has got to have a sense of humor because of "Pregnancy Snoring"... Looking back at my high school days in a boarding school, college dorms, fraternity house, and countless roommates NEVER, ABSOLUTELY NEVER have I witnessed snoring that compares to my beautiful wife's "songs of sleep!!!" OK you caught me.. I'm up at 3am because of it. Don't worry it has been documented on a number of occasions with our video camera. The visual is piss poor because its dark (obviously), but the audio will rattle the windows if played on a good surround sound!!!

Only a couple more weeks until the little guy gets here....

This week I'm getting transferred out of my cocoon at the home office into the field. I'm being assigned to a construction site only 20 minutes from my house, much nicer than the 60 mile commute each way I'm struggling with now. I spent 10 years in the field before I ever made it to an office desk, of course it also took me ten years to finish college, hello Van Wilder! But that's mostly nights and a few unemployed summers... I never claimed to be brilliant... This assignment will last 8 months to a year, it will be a welcomed change... Although the next step after this will bring me overseas for an extended duration, which has its ups and downs... Up, money!!! Down, being away from the family for 3 months at a time... I'll save my explanation of Lego King for my next blog, thus what I'm being paid for...

Van Wilder: [while standing pantless next to the freshman] But you know what I've learned in my seven years here at Coolidge... Timmy? I've learned that you can't treat every situation as a life-and-death matter because you'll die a lot of times. Write that down.

Suicidal Freshman: I don't have a pen.

Van Wilder: Well remember that then. And you know something, Timmy? I think you've got the balls to make it here. Call me nuts, but I believe in you.