Selfies on the Highway

I’m learning more and more every day that driving– just being able to sit behind the wheel, put it in gear, and go somewhere– is a privilege. I mean, think about it: we’re moving these thousand-pound machines around at hundreds of feet per second. Just guess how many things can go wrong at any given moment… I’d say at least 10! And then you have so many other people on the road with those same odds of something going wrong at any moment. Plus 16-year-olds are allowed to do this, too? It’s surprising there aren’t more accidents. I’m not surprised, though, that my car has quite a few dings, dents, and cracks. But as long as the damage is to the body of the car and not to my body, I consider that a win. I mean, isn’t one of the selling points of a car how well it protects against injury? I guess what I’m also saying is, with that in mind, it’s a privilege to drive and I don’t want to make it super easy to test out the safety features of my car by taking “selfies” while I’m cruising down the highway.
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Movember Day 1: The Beginning of the Moustache

Um, heck yes I’ll take part in Moustache November! For the next 30 days, I’ll let it grow. Just to be clear though, I probably won’t shave my face clean because it’s just not what I do, but the moustache, it will receive special attention for the rest of the month. Started this morning with a razor clean shave! Check back each day for the next pic!

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November 1, 2013

I Fought the Law and the Law Won

It’s taken me weeks (ok, years) to accept the fact that I stink at fantasy football. Like, really stink! The problem usually starts on draft night. This year I had the 3rd overall pick which is a prime position for picking up a stud player, even in a keeper league. I went with Matt Ryan which, if you care, was a pretty good choice. Then in round 2 everything began to unravel. I picked Shonne Green which, if you care, was a pretty bad choice. The underlying problem is that I coach The Billy Oceans with my heart and not my head! It’s propelled me to a 1-7 record that my head knows is right, and my heart is aching for it. The silver lining this football season is that the Noles are ranked in the top 5 with a chance at a National Title! If only I was part of the group that helps come up with the BCS rankings because this time, my head and my heart agree… FSU is the best team in the country.

Oh, so the reason for the title of this post… law: every time I let my heart influence fantasy football picks, I end up with a terrible record. I tried to prove that wrong this season and, well, the law won.

It’s a rebuilding year I guess,
-Out of the Wilderness

It Must Be Fall

I haven’t fired up the space heater since early 2013 but it’s time. And guess who was super excited? My beagle Piper. Since she was a puppy, she’s loved sitting by the heater on chilly nights. Don’t believe me? Take a look!

Finding Common Ground With an Ant

Yesterday I was driving into town when, of all things unexpected, an ant fell from overhead onto my knee. I was on the interstate so of course, I had to maintain my composure. And anyway, it was just an ant. There have been a few times where out of nowhere a spider descended from the interior roof. Now that’s a scary moment because I hate spiders. And to have them hanging right in front of my face? It’s a constant fear.

But this ant, I brushed him off to the floor board. A few minutes later he reappeared on the door, near the window. My lucky chance! I rolled down the window and brushed him out and then it hit me. He’ll never see his ant family again. Now he’s all alone in the middle of a highway, miles and miles away from everything he knew. I mean, one mile to an ant has got to be like a thousand miles to a human. Or more! Can you imagine how that would feel? Knowing there’s really no possible way to get back to where you were?

Does he join up with other ants? How does he find them? Will they accept him and what will his job be? I imagine this happens often, so is there any kind of system ants have for new new arrivals? Maybe watching “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” will offer some insight.

Thanks for reading!
-Out of the Wilderness