Well, the weight thing hasn't gotten off to a fast start. I was in Lubbock all weekend so I didn't have time to weigh on Sunday morning. At best there was probably no change. I had too much birthday cake and Taco Villa to have lost any weight.
Speaking of Taco Villa, we had that for my birthday lunch. It was nice, my sister-in-law bought me a cake and everything. I was actually flying to Atlanta on birthday. I guess Atlanta's present to me was to get me through baggage claim as fast as possible. My bag was the fourth on turnstile.
I am going to break into a sports analogy now. I think I have always looked at life like a home run hitter. Always looking to smash the ball over the fence no matter what kind of pitch it was or where it was located. I am only happy with the
home run, I'm not interested in singles or doubles. The problem with that logic is that I am closer to a Jason
Tyner (1 career
home run) than Barry Bonds (
pre or post steroids). I am trying to take some enjoyment from the smaller things in life. I don't need the lottery, my freaking suitcase was one of the first ones off the plane. That may not be a smash over
center field. It is more like I went with the
curve ball on the outside part of the plate. Sure I grounded out to second, but I moved the runner from second to third putting him a position to score on a
sacrifice fly. Its the kind of thing that doesn't show up in the
box score. Enjoy the smaller things in life.
There is a new #1 travel partner. Knocking off Rowdy Roddy Piper is the great Dan Reeves. Coach Reeves is one of my all-time favorite coaches.
Hopefully I will finally get those pictures up sometime this week.