Ok, I still don't know what the deal with is Aloha Jeff or San Jose, but I got another weird friend request this week. I hope this is not becoming a pattern. This week I got a 3 paragraph long friend request from a guy in Minnesota, who I also do not know at all. Here's just an excerpt:
We're both members of the Facebook REI Group which makes us nature lovers. I live in Elk River, Minnesota and spend alot of time on Minnesota's North Shore. Infact, I have a trailer in the Grand Marias campground, year round. It is my second home. I don't spend much time in the campground because I'm usually out photographing. I travel when possible and have been to Oregon, California, Arizona and a number of other states in the past year or so with the primary intention of photographing natures beauty."
A few observations, being a member of the REI group on facebook does not make me a nature lover (even If I do appreciate nature), maybe I'm just a fan hoping for some good deals (yes).
Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, what's this business about the location of your trailer. Did I mention I don't know this guy, who starts a conversation by mentioning the location of their second home? (Creepers do)
Check out another excerpt:
"My work is dedicated to capturing the emotions I feel to my surroundings andreflect those in my art. I hope you find some enjoyment with what I create."
I think he's just drying to drum up business for his business, but seriously, there are better ways to do that.
Went down to Florida for canoeing and fireworking with the family for the fourth. I discovered that it is a lot easier to paddle a canoe by myself (I didn't push my fellow paddler out, there was only three of us, so I was the odd man out) and you don't want to ever step in detritus. I got out of my boat to help my dad and brother tip their boat back over and I sunk 3 and a half feet into sucky (I think that's a word) mud. The more I tried to get out, the further I sunk, kind of like quicksand (I immediately thought of Bear Grylls). I almost lost my keens (yikes), I had to reach down and pull my feet out and then pull my shoes out. Long story short, half my body was covered in black mud and my dad and brother didn't need my help. Anyway canoeing in the springs is a lot of fun and it makes me want to get a boat real bad.
Today was Father's day, no matter who or what started it, it's a day for dads. As far as I'm concerned, I have blessed with a great one. I have been halfway around the world and back and no one comes close.
I find myself being really thankful for the past year and the chance to hang out with my family and my dad. We went from nightly mountain bike rides to working nightly at the new house. Which reminds me of something my dad said to me when I was 14. I was helping him install a dishwasher i.e. holding the light, passing wrenches and it probably took 2 hours longer than it was supposed to. When were done, he said "One day you'll get a t-shirt that says "I survived installing a dishwasher with my dad."" Little did I know the foreshadowing in that line Every year I think this will be the year my dad and I get t-shirts that say what we survived installing/building, but the list gets bigger each year. Never did I think we would go from dishwasher-to-kitchen addition-to-bathroom remodeling-to-basement finishing-to-whole house renovation and everything in between.
I don't know of many people who get the chance to spend so much time with their father and have a father that wants to spend so much time with them. Whatever my brother were into, while were growing up, our dad was right there with us, doing it alongside. I'm talking softball, baseball, flag football, volleyball, paintball, and mountain biking. I could say so much more, but that wouldn't be our style. So here's to my Dad, who decided to give us the best gift of all, his time.
Let's see, last week we moved to our new house, after 5 months of nights and weekends worth of work. It's not all the way done, but its mostly done. Talk about a boatload of work, I'll have to post some pictures at some point. Anyway my brother's and I new room is smaller than the old one, so I built a hanging bed this weekend to make more room. It's pretty sweet.
I don't know why, but every time I get a haircut, it's interesting experience. This last week I was getting a long overdue haircut. I didn't think it was that bad, but I was informed by the "stylist" (I think), that I looked like a conehead and I had rat ears. I'm not the best with compliments, but I pretty neither of those work. I also wonder how old I'll be before they quit asking me what grade I'm in and where I am going to go to college.