“A goal is a dream with a deadline.”
– Napoleon Hill
I like that quote. It has nothing to do with what I am about to talk about, but I still like it.
Somewhat less inspiring.
Have you ever woken up from a dream and just gone WTF? I mean really, WTF? I had one recently, which I will get to in a moment.
Dreams can be down right weird. I rarely remember my dreams, which I understand is fairly common. By the time the toilet flushes the memories of my nocturnal escapades have swirled away.
I am not the only one holding his own these days.
I posted my recent “Geezer” pic in another post but here it is again.
The Geezer
My beautiful wife of 11 years Denyse is not looking to shabby either. Being the wife of a trainer and putting up with me and my funky fitness lifestyle cannot be easy, but she sure makes it look easy.
The Deezer
To Denyse, thank you for making looking good look so good and for putting up with me.
Love,
Josh
Age is a funny thing, but sometimes getting older is not so funny. Like many things it is only really funny when it is not happening to you.
It seems everyone is getting older. Even our heroes are not what they used to be.
Spidey, catching his breath.
For those who missed it I turned 37 this last week.
What’s in a number? Well 37 is kind of a weird number. It is definitely older than 35, but at least it is not 40 which is of course right around the corner. And then death right?
Just to be clear, I am not selling old guys. To be more precise – I am becoming one.
Tomorrow, September 23rd 2008 I turn 37 years old.
You are now undoubtedly saying one of two things: “That isn’t that old” or “Damn, that’s old.”
Depending on the particular moment, I could either agree with you or tell you to F off. Again, it depends on the moment.
Fire Sale
Truth be told I do not *feel* old, I still think of myself as 17- Although I am literally old enough to be the parent of the majority of the contestants on American Idol.
We have a running joke in my family. The sad part is the joke is smack dab in the middle of my face: Yes, it’s my nose.
It is not Karl Malden large or anything, but it is bigger than I would like. It started out normal but then puberty hit.
It helps him sniff out criminals
My brother Joe suffers from the same affliction (being related to my mother that is) so at least we can laugh (or cry) together.
F’ing Jack McCoy. I knew there was something behind those semi-crossed eyes of his. No one can have a conviction rate that high without having something else going on. He and the rest of the revolving door cast of one of my favorite shows (Law & Order) have been secretly colluding to fatten us up.
I guess I should remind myself he is fictional. Or is he….
No, he is.
I’m watching you… (get fatter)
But a recent study is not fictional. What it showed was that “must bleed” TV shows that feature death (such as Law & Order, CSI etc.) as a central theme make people want to eat more.
