"Hey Ben, here is that picture you asked for. Misti spends at
least 2 hours a day checking your blog to see if there is anything new. She
thinks you are hilarious and won't stop talking about your posts. She loved the
one about the nickels. Hope this picture gives you the ammunition you need. Oh,
and you've got a great arm. I still can't believe you threw that rock further
than me. After all, I did play minor league ball and your arm was hurting. You
are the man!"
My daughter overheard this conversation, pulled up her shirt and told us that she had "nickels" too. She said that we all have nickels, and then started listing all the members of our family. So, next time you are stuck without a dime, CHEER UP, at least you got 2 nickels!
Cameo, I posted this picture so you would know that every time you turn around, this is what you are going to see. I am going to be dressed just like this. I am coming for you. (I can't guarantee that I will be smiling-but I will have the gloves)
This post goes out to all you buff brethren at the gym who give me these Pharisean looks. The last couple times I have gone to Golds Gym a few people have given me these looks implying "Pa-shaw, you scronny punk, what are you doing here". I admit, my 6'3'', 145 lb does not measure up to you Herculian heroes, but if it weren't for your years of effort at the gym (and probably some performance enhancing substances) you would not be what you are today. That is why I am coming to the gym. I am sickly. I realize I look like an anorexic chicken, that's why I am maxing out on the bench @90 lbs, that's why I am busting my butt in the pool, that's why I am curling 20 lb bars. So please, save the look for the scronny kid who is not pumping iron. Oh, and I look forward to gawking at you in 6 months when I am twice your size and better looking too. As the new testament records:
12 But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.
(Matt. 9: 12)
Take a good look at this precious little baby. Sometimes when I come home after a stressful day, the only thing I want to do is hold this beautiful girl and watch her smile at me. I have appreciated this angel so much more than I did my first two when they were little. I realize that they only stay small for a little while, so I need to cherish the moments. My heart aches when I think of the day when I will no longer be able to hold her in my arms and feel loved by her. My little Kamri Jo'.
Ok-I admit it. I read Twilight-but I only did it so my wife would know that I love her more than anyone else in the world. It was definitely a chick book.
I have posted a picture of Edward Cullen, the dreamy vampire whose breath is so sweet that it makes you weak in the knees. Isn't he dreamy. Yes guys, this is the man that our wives are collectively dreaming about. Later on I will draft my shorter version on the book so the men can enjoy without having to put themselves through what I did. (OK, it wasn't that bad, but it was that cheesy)
Listen, I am as big a fan of the Celtics as anyboby. But come on, people are already talking about a championship? Even Paul Pierce in his picture up top is telling everyone to get real.