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More Messing Around With My Go Pro

More Messing Around With My Go Pro

This isn’t a real post.  I went on an overnight hike last month that I briefly mentioned in another post and I brought my Go Pro along.  I made a short edit of some of the video I shot on the hike and thought I would show it to you.  Enjoy!  Or don’t.  Not trying to tell you what to do.

Clowns to the left, Jokers to the right…

Clowns to the left, Jokers to the right…

When I started this blog I promised myself I wouldn’t post about political issues.  This is as close to breaking that promise as I’m going to get.

I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, especially when it comes to writing.  I can’t blame it all on the current temperament of the country, but all the screaming surely isn’t helping.  There’s screaming from the left, there’s screaming from the right.  There’s screaming on TV, on my Facebook page, and on my Twitter feed.  There’s screaming everywhere and I’m stuck in the middle.  So when things get like this I like to watch the below video.  It’s the only type of screaming that makes me feel good.

That is all.

Off The Grid

Off The Grid

Not a post. Just wanted to let the four people who read this blog know I’ve been off the grid. Back in a few days.

UPDATE (11/01/16) – Well I am finally back in the land of Wi-Fi and the Blogosphere.  The reason I was off the grid was because I went to my home state of Texas for my parents 50th wedding anniversary. No, regardless of what Non-Natives think about Texas, it does have internet.  That’s not the reason.  I’ll get to that in a second, gawd, stop hounding me. My sister and I put together a surprise party for my parents and in order to keep it a surprise we decided not to mention it anywhere online.  Not that they know anything about this blog (I sure hope not or I’ll get grounded) but I decided not to take any chances so I didn’t mention it beforehand.  Despite a few last minute scares (one of which was a trip to the hospital) we managed to pull it off and surprise them.

The actual reason I went off the grid was because after the surprise party we went camping with my parents up at the lake, and there is little to no internet access there.  So I wasn’t ignoring anybody. I’ll be responding to comments and getting caught up on your blogs soon.

Another thought.  Fifty years.  That’s a long time to make a marriage work don’t you think?  Hell of an accomplishment in this day and age.  I know I wasn’t able to accomplish it.  I’m sure a large percentage of people these days have already bailed on that journey.  So while the ones that do stick it out that long should get all the accolades and ceremony that come along with such an accomplishment, I think the rest of us should be able to count time served.   What I mean by that is we should be able to add all former marriages into a grand total of years and get credit for that.  Between my three marriages my total is 23 years.  Assuming my wife doesn’t divorce me after the “time served” comment above, I only need two more years to celebrate a sliver anniversary right?  So what’s your number?

It would be appropriate to post a picture here of my parents wedding anniversary but since they don’t know about this blog it would be kind of hard to ask their permission.  So, instead, I’ll just post a picture of my jeep at the lake.

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My jeep has gone wild.  It’s topless!
I’m Thinking Oscar Short Film Contender For Sure

I’m Thinking Oscar Short Film Contender For Sure

Several months ago my wife gave me a Go Pro video camera so I could record the hikes I take.  She used to accompany me on these hikes but her rheumatoid arthritis has gotten to a point where she just can’t do it anymore.  So she wanted me to record the hikes I go on with my hiking partner, Sawyer, the 100 LB wonder dog. That way she gets to watch them afterward and it’s kind of like she was there with us.

So I used the camera to record several hours of a hike Sawyer and I went on in the Virginia Blue Ridge mountains back during the Memorial Day weekend.  I had to learn how to use the editing software that came with the camera.  After hours and hours of painstaking work, I came up with this masterpiece!  The Academy should be calling any time now.

Like Castaway, only with less beard hair.

Like Castaway, only with less beard hair.

2016-08-04 18.49.51-2I’d like to introduce you to Tim.  Tim is my best friend.  He’s a racquetball. Yes, I’m weird, I’ve heard. Tim goes with me most everywhere. He likes to bounce along with me when I take the dog for a walk.  He likes to bounce off the wall and return to me when I sit on the couch.  He also likes to stare at me with that eternal optimistic grin of his.  Sometimes I like to squeeze him over and over when I’m concentrating on something. I have to be careful though because he suffered a left eye injury in a horrible accident. My dog tried to grab him when I was marking his eye on.

Why did I name him Tim you ask? (You probably didn’t but I’m going to tell you anyway.) I know a guy named Tim and his last name is Spaulding. The Spaulding company makes volleyballs just like ….

 

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I didn’t want to rip Castaway off so hence the name Tim. I know he doesn’t quite measure up to a volleyball but I want him to dream big.  Besides, have you ever tried to squeeze a volleyball over and over?  Talk about your Carpel Tunnel.

Yellow + Red = Jerks!

Yellow + Red = Jerks!

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Did you ever wonder if yellow traffic lights are in cahoots with red traffic lights?

Yellow: Oh OH! Here comes Lee. Get ready Red …. NOW!

Red: BAM! Got you sucker! LMIAO! (Laughing My Incandescent Ass Off)

Green: You guys are a couple of jizz waffles.

Thanks Green. You’re the best. Wanna go to IHOP? (Because they serve pancakes. Not jizz waffles.)