I heard the first crack followed by a loud pop. My hands tightened around the tree branches hoping that would save me in the event that things decided to go south, literally. I clung to the snow-covered limb not moving a muscle. So far things seemed to be holding. I could see the ground some 60 to 70 foot below me all covered in snowy powder from the night before, and I knew it would be of little cushion if I fell out of this tree.
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Hello, Blog World! I want to share with you what happened to me a day or two ago. I was lectured at by Daisy Fuentes, the supermodel of MTV and AFV fame. So, since she publically shamed me, I feel the need to publicly respond. (Okay, more like I want to respond.)
There are lots of ways to reduce stress. However, I tend to look for healthy ways to devolve the days. Hard work, dogs, and getting dirty. Here's a little insight to my fall afternoons.
A few weeks ago, the Bob and Sheri Show took calls for people who had life experiences where things got out of hand. They described it as, "A day where you needed to blow a whistle and have everything stop!" I had one of those days nearly 16 years ago. Yes, I know that there are similar days, events, hard hours to trudge through since, but nothing like this day. (I called in to the show and got on! But, I wanted to tell you the rest of the story.)
It’s not a secret that I am very involved with my scout Troop 0828. We have a lot of fun, and our adventures have even been featured blogs here on my site. However, every new hike or campout brings alive a new story that teaches me something I never expected.
Holiday season at my grandparents house in northwestern Ohio was always an adventure. The stories and memories I have of those days are some of my most treasured. Life was so different then compared to now. Even the world was different. My best explanation is, "We are the last Andy Griffith generation." For you older folks, you understand what I mean.
As many of you may know, I have been involved with scouting since 2002. That's when my oldest Son, Alyn became a Tiger Cub in Cub Scouts. From there he worked his way to becoming an Eagle Scout. I am very proud of his achievements. My youngest son, Ken has followed in his footsteps and should complete his Eagle Scout this year. I am determined to help him anyway I can to meet his goals.
So, to spend time with my boys, in a productive manner that's challenging and fun, I have immersed myself into the scout lifestyle, becoming the Scout Master for Troop 828. It is a joy. Seriously, if you have boys, you should join scouting and stick with it! (That's a sermon for another day).
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So, yesterday I was looking at a dog in my exam room when I made a horrible statement that got me in a lot of trouble. After I said it, I got “The Look.”