Hide-and-Seek

Graveyards, as it turns out, are a great place to play hide-and-seek. I would never have discovered this had it not been for Kona. Whenever we take Kona for walks around town, our goal is to reach the military academy and cemetary on the south end of town. After crossing main street, past the apple tree (where Kona picks his apple that he carries the rest of the way), past the police station, post office, and american legion, we finally arrive at the fenced-in baseball diamond on the far corner of the academy. Once unleashed, Kona is a streak of black, sprinting across the diamond, until he stops, looks back at you and says, "You're still back there?" (He really does say these things, honest he does)

The baseball diamond is connected to the practice football field, and the practice football field is connected to the cemetary. It's all very secluded, what with the campus blocking main street, and a wall of woods opposite of that. Jen (my wife) and I will run in opposite directions, leaving poor Kona to chose between which one to save first. The one he leaves to fend for himself hides behind a tombstone, and hide-and-seek commences.

Kona and I were at the graveyard the other day, and I thought I'd share some autumn photos.

This is a hand-made tombstone from the early 1900's. No two letters are alike.

Kona and I walking around. I'm on the left.



Kona's big tongue after a hard day's graveyard prowlin'.



Remember this VERY IMPORTANT tip when playing in a graveyard:
Make sure that all hide-and-seek participates know that they are playing!

Pursuing David

I have this great desire to become like the Statue of David. No, I do not want to stay still for the rest of my life, and Yes, I like clothes. What I want is someone to come up to me and say, "You are one HANDSOME MAN! You deserve to be preserved in a work of art!"

As I don't find myself unattractive, I believe this desire can be sought and accomplished. The two problems I have going against me are TIME and MONEY. Not only that, but I look at my younger brother, who is a tower of muscle, and you know what he does to keep up with his physique? NOTHING!!! Am I jealous? Yes. It wouldn't bother me so much, except there's this rule among male siblings that states the oldest shall have the upper hand in any physical sport. If my brother and I got into a fight, he would pound me. Not cool.

So what do I do? How do I accomplish such a metamorphosis? Here's my solution:

Check List

ROUTINE

Who cares if you only do 5 pull ups a day. It's a routine! Build off of it once it's set in stone.

I know, I know, it's not a ten, seven, or even five step plan towards changing your life in three easy months. It's a ONE step plan. Maybe I'll add to it later, but until then, this is all I got. In the meantime, I leave you all with a snowman sitting on a toilet.

I pass him on my way to church. Thought I'd share!