Do I look 37? Because I am

Turned the big 3-7 last weekend. Celebrated with family, and it was good. We ate, and ate some more. Got some roasted chickens from Costco to cutup and eat, three of them to be exact. I cut up a pretty good chicken, if you ask me. Also made a hashbrown casserole and my mom and Mimi brought me a cake from Costco. I'm now older than my Mimi was when I was born, that does kind of make me start feeling older. Great-grandma Clark was there too, she will be 98 in a couple of weeks (Aug. 26). And really she doesn't look hardly a day over 90. I have included one of my favorite photos of Grandma Clark. This was taken seven years ago and she does pretty much look the same today.

The Worlds has come and gone

The PDGA Worlds Pro and Am (disc golf) tournament was held in Kansas City last week, and now it is over. I did not play, but instead caddied for Matt Petre, he finished near the bottom in the Men's Advanced (amateur) division, but we had a lot of fun hanging out and catching up. We hardly ever get to hang out anymore, so it was a fun week. Too bad he didn't play better, but as the saying in disc golf -- the most fun wins! Caddying for disc golf is really not a big deal, but it's a good walk, and we have some of the most beautiful courses to play here in KC. He played Water Works on the first morning and it was raining. We played with the eventual champion that morning, Matt Keatts, a pretty nice guy from N. Carolina. That afternoon, he played Wyco, which is a fairly long and challenging course. Wednesday, we played my home course that morning, Prairie Center (Olathe) and Shawnee Mission, and we played Shawnee Mission again Thursday morning. Friday, he took on the monster of all courses, Blue Valley. Matt shot a respectable 81, he was hoping for 80 or under, but I believe that an 81 was a descent score. On Saturday we watched the finals at Blue Valley, and Avery Jenkins was the eventual winner in the Open division. Congrats to AJ, he's a good guy. His sister, Val, took home the top women's honor, her third World Championship. Hats off to Val, too. Next time the Worlds comes to KC, I'm definitely playing. Peace!

New Year, New Post

So maybe i didn't keep an earlier resolution to blog more. Maybe I made it my resolution to start this year; maybe I didn't. OK so actually I didn't, so if I don't blog more I don't break my resolution. i hate breaking resolutions.

2009 has happened upon us, it found my well-fed and warm in a happy state. Food glorious food flooded the counter tops and drinks were flowing as well. I lost a sentence as I spoke but no worries needed, those words had not coherent meaning. I found meaning by looking directly into people's eyes. They were cowards and would not look in my eyes; the fear they showed by not looking into my soul directly was noted.

I'm still struggling with what to post. I can't write about me, so I must either write about you or famous people or politics or sports. If you can give me a clue as to what you think I should write about then let me know. I could write about what I have done on Facebook, but that wouldn't be much and isn't that what Facebook is for. I could write about the food I eat, which is plenty. But do you really want to read about my diet. I could write about my disc golf abilities, which are limited. I played in a mini tournament yesterday at Prairie Center Park in Olathe, and while I had fun, I didn't win. But I will say it again, I had fun. The wind died down and the sun was out ... I paired up with Rick and Will; we shot one over, which is not great for this kind of scramble, but all in all ... like I said, I had fun. It's a fun game, with lots of challenges.

It's a new year, a new blog, a new start, a beginning without end. Shalom.

Duck tape man

Duck Tape Man, or is that Duct Tape Man--I think it can be either, but I usually think duck tape, which I have no idea why because no one is taping ducks and I don't believe ducks went into the manufacture of this tape, or at least I pray they weren't used to make duck tape.



So Duck Tape Man was I. Constructed by me, this crazy duck tape suit served as a Halloween costume. Not easy to make, but not too difficult either. I just made sheets of duck tape putting the tape back to back, and then constructed this suit with those sheets, not extremly comfy, but it was Halloween many are not cozy. No raeal fabric in the entire suit. I did wear a T-shirt and underwear, but it was too warm for much else even in late October. Also I duck taped an old pair of water shoes.



Much better than many of my other costumes in later years --Mel from Alice, boxing writer Bert Sugar, Stan the mustachioed man. I may try it again some year and go as the Tin Man. That's what Julia wanted me to do last year, but I didn't get it made.

I just want to shoot par!

When I was playing my first round of disc golf in Olathe (Prairie Center) the other night, I ran into another person playing alone, so we started playing together (god, I hope that doesn’t sound too gay). OK, so he was much longer than I am (OMG, this does sound so gay, but who cares) and I was throwing so-so, but I was doing this weird body contortion thing where I throw too much with my arms and not enough with my entire body. So he tried to give me some tips, but then I even threw worse, but I got what he was trying to tell me and now it is just incorporating those ideas into my hurl. Bring the disc across my body and keeping it level and pulling through the body, not way out here and there. So I will practice, and hopefully practice will make me better. I really enjoy playing this game, but I have so much room for improvement. Maybe if I truly take these ideas to heart and incorporate them into my game, I can improve. I just want to shoot par!

My Memorial Day Weekend Wrap-Up

Just a few quick notes about this weekend -- a 3-day weekend. Friday I went to a baseball game, a semi-pro Independent League game at the Community America Ballpark in KCK -- the T-Bones lost. We had a fine time, went with Jo's co-workers, well some of them. We tailgated for a bit before hand, nothing too exciting with some semi-drunk teachers. Saturday and Sunday were spent at the Jiggle Jam Family Fun Fest -- I volunteered a portion of my time. I got reassigned to Stroller Patrol -- helping families carry stroller up about 12 steps to the main tent. I got a good workout, which for me is a good thing. I need more workouts to keep my body limber, strong, and I wish, thin. (I'm not yet obsessed with this weight thing, but soon I will be) So I carried strollers and listened to great music by the likes of Dino O'Dell, Trout Fishing in America, Funky Mama, Justin Roberts and of course, our (Julia and mine's) all-time favorite, Jim "Mr. Stinky Feet" Cosgrove. I took a break on Saturday afternoon and played almost a complete round of disc golf at Swope ... met up with some cool guys (Ben and Jerry, not of ice cream fame) and shot fairly well. Then afterwards we returned to the Jiggle Jam just in time to catch the headliner act - They Might Be Giants. It was great listening to TMBG, with Julia on my shoulders. Even with the sun beating down and sweat rolling down my face, I had a great time. It was probably the highlight of the weekend. Monday, we had a graduation/birthday party with family and it was about time we all got together again and celebrated something. My brother, who is 17 years my junior, graduated from high school this year, and I still have one brother who is just getting ready to start high school next year. So that's the quick synopsis and overall I would rate it well, maybe 3.5 stars out of 4 or give it a 8 on a 10-point scale.

If Emily can do it, so can I

I feel the need to post. I just read Emily Gould's first piece for the New York Times Magazine about her life as blogger and her work at Gawker, and it made me yearn for having a more public and exposed life. Here is a link to her blog -- Emily Magazine. She says she blogs so I don't have to, but that is not true. Now I too much blog. So I blog again. Way too long between posts and no one is reading anyways, but someday, it will be read, I promise. I will promote myself. I will put my true self out there for you to read about. But you don't know me, and that is because I have wrapped myself in aluminum foil, and it reflects all the radio waves that were trying to read my thoughts. But today I will remove the foil. This is me and it's not necessarily very pretty. I am chubby -- I almost said fat, but I don't want to admit that. I am slow; if I can keep up a 10 minute mile pace, I'm doing good. Slow witted, might have been what I meant, too. I hate to call myself that, but I am at times a little dim. I would like to think of myself as funny, but no one ever laughs with me, maybe at me but with me seldom. But I have time to change all of this. So today is the start of a new life; why does it seem like I say this at least once a month. Well it is my new life. Nothing extraordinary life changing has happened in the past 24, 48 or even 72 hours for that matter, but if I state it is the first day of the rest of my life, well then by golly it is.