Obligations

Welpt, I guess since everyone else is blogging up a storm these days it would only be right for me to keep pace with my companions...even though I march to the beat of a different drummer (little bit of Thoreau for ya.) Things have been busy, as usual and with Summer around the corner, they show now signs of slowing down. This is OK. Sometimes busy is good, as long as you aren't too busy. The things that usually wrap us up are church, friends, camp, family...like I said, sometimes being busy is good.
I decided last night that I am going to write a book. Let me rephrase that, I decided a long time ago that I wanted to write a book and for close to 10 years now I have dabbled in doing so. At one point, about 6 years ago, I had quite the start on my book, having composed several chapters. These chapters (along with every other important document I had) were erased soon after I wrote them when I reformatted the hard drive on my computer and forgot to save them elsewhere. Ooops.
I intend to base the book on my experiences growing up on the diary. Now, anyone who grew up on an actual dairy or has even driven by one would scoff at my statement. When you think of the place I called home you wouldn't label it as a dairy. However, we did at one point have two heifers and so if I want to call it a dairy then I will do so. I have started writing down funny memorable stories from my upbringing and not all of them took place on the homestead. If we ever shared a funny moment, beware, for you might end up in my book. Unfortunately, your name will be changed.
There are several things to overcome on my path to writing a bestselling novel. The first thing has to do with my excessive usage of comma's. It's always been a rough relationship between me and the comma. Not sure when it started but it came to light during my Jr. year of high school when I had class with Mrs. Tompkins. For two years she drilled into my head the strategy behind using a comma in the appropriate place. Apparently it didn't stick because I still struggle. Oh well, I guess I'll leave that up to my editor.

The near future...

Welpt, booked some tickets yesterday to head to Minnesota to see Josh, Big Al and Jasper. They are closing on a house at the end of April so that'll be neat that we'll be there the first weekend of May to see the house and the little monster. I've never been to Minnesota before but I've seen pictures...it looks cold. Hopefully the first of May won't be too bad.
In sports news, the Orioles are now 4-0 which is their best start in many, many moons. It might be nice this year to have a team to pull for that might actually win at something. It's too bad I won't be at Camden Yards to see them live this year, but I did purchase MLB.TV so I can actually watch them.
As far as extreme sports go, I went ice skating for the first time on Sunday which was pretty neat. Yes, I was pretty bad at it, but not as bad as I was at snowboarding. I fell on the ice once pretty hard and as I was lying there I couldn't help but wonder why in the tarnation someone would want to go gallivanting around on the ice in tights or a skirt. Call me crazy, but falling on  ice hurts. Whether it happens while you are strapped to a board and flying uncontrollably down a hill or strapped to a boot sitting on 1/16th of an inch of metal, when you hit the ice, it hurts.Speaking of hurts, I watched the movie "127 hours" the other day. Dude. Guy gets his arm trapped under a rock while he's out being dumb in the dessert and then he cuts his arm off to get free. Good for him. Had I been out being dumb in the desert (by myself) and got my hand trapped like that, I would have been like, "PEACE OUT." And then died.
I guess that's why I'm not an extreme sports kinda guy. Which you already know because I classified ice skating as an extreme sport. Don't judge me.