Week 10: Walk 30 minutes at least 3 times this week.
Barry J.
Good morning. First things first, the Phillies game was great yesterday. We had two foul balls five feet away from us and my man, Polanco #27, hit a two run homer. Plus it was absolutely perfect baseball weather. Plus the Phils won. Ahhh, LIFE IS GOOD. Thanks Jim for the GREAT seats. And thanks Jack for driving.
I woke this morning and had my breakfast of whole wheat toast with Jiff. That’s right, I said Jiff. I just can’t spread the cold Adams on my wheat toast. Adams is great for my oatmeal because it cools it down a little and it tastes great. My sister, Carol, informed me that my fried Bill B. went back and posted a comment on my day two blog where I asked if anybody had any suggestions on different types of peanut butter. He thought it was funny because he enjoys peanut butter also and has wanted to have a taste test of all the different type that are out there on the market. Bill, did you read further on to see the can of worms that opened up? Dude, the next thing you know you’ll have a twenty six pound package on your front porch. Be very, very careful my friend. It was great to hear from you. And Barb if you want his address, I have it.
With my toast I had my banana and Fuji apple. I went for my walk afterwards and then drove over to my Aunt Barb’s house where there was a pickup truck loaded with scrap metal that her friend Lisa had asked me to take to the scrap yard. My Aunt’s in the hospital right now, she had back surgery and is healing, but needed some help with this truck load of metal. I would say it was a job for Squirrel man, but I don’t think he comes out for family. I think family just helps family. But all the rules aren’t out on Squirrel Man yet, so don’t quote me on that. It could be a bad day to quote me.
You ever been to scrap yard? I haven’t. I didn’t know where to pull in, park, or who to ask, but I found out soon enough when a five foot two woman came out and started yelling at me like I just took the last baby carrot off the veggie tray at the first Fit School picnic. Well, that isn’t a fair comparison. First of all, they would never run out of baby carrots at the Fit School picnic. Second of all, if by chance they did run out and you did eat the last one, you would probably get some type of prize. Anyway. I look at this charming woman and polity say, “I don’t know what I did to you blue eyes, but I think you can take me, so I’m just going to stay in this here truck until you calm down.” Can you say mistaken identity? Well, I can and she did once she figured out that I wasn’t this Doug guy who must have done her wrong somewhere along the line. And I’ll tell you what, I wouldn’t want to be on that line or anywhere near it. When all was said and done, there was more said than done, she apologized, told me what to do, and I was on my way.
I swear there is never a dull moment in the life of Barry J. Looking back maybe I should have sent Squirrel Man. He could of totally taken her. Totally.
I hope everybody out there has a great day, and if you see Doug tell him to stay clear of that scrap yard.
Later,
Barry J.
