I want to believe. I think the world can be a fairly boring place sometimes. But a world of people crying “fake news,” offering “alternative facts,” and bonkers Q claims of Satanic, child molesting pizza shops has made me jaded to conspiracy theories. I never believed them but I can’t even pretend to enjoy them these days. At the start of the Covid pandemic however, I started my own alternatively true conspiracy theories involving our favorite explorer: Reynold the dog. He looks so innocent…read on and find out the sinister side of Renny! Feel free to click on the pictures to enlarge them.
Sherlock has Dr. Watson. Hunter Thompson has Dr. Gonzo. Somewhere in-between I have Dr. Jen. She’s the brains of this outfit. She has the social grace I lack. She can reach top shelves I can’t. She’s got style, she’s got flair, she’s always there, she’s Dr. Jen! And as of last Friday, she’s 40!
Two posts in one morning! Almost caught up!
When initially planning this day, I was a bit worried there would be too much snow. It involved going on a lot of trails to check out some interesting sites. Fortunately there weren’t the deep drifts we encountered at the lodge! Unfortunately everything was solid ice. I basically dragged my feet and scooted my way around most of the ground.
Get ready for so many great pictures! Day 7 had two of the most unique places I’ve been to in a while. One I knew would be great, the other was a big surprise! It’s been a busy couple of days but I hope to get two posts out today. At the very least, I will be caught up tomorrow night…maybe.
Actually that’s not true. My mom makes a great turkey. In fact she’s a terrific cook, except when it comes to pork chops. Growing up we ate them a lot and I would smother them in as much gravy as I could swipe. It wasn’t until I was an adult and someone gave me a delicious one that I realized they weren’t supposed to have the consistency of hockey pucks! But today wasn’t about pork. It was about turkey.
It is with a heavy heart that I share the death of a Yuppie Hobo follower. There are so very few but he was one of the best. I can’t convey the amount of respect I hold for this gentleman in a blog post but I’ll give it my best. He raised one of my favorite people, Dr. Jen, and that’s one hell of an achievement. In fact all of his kids are successful and just good humans. Being around his family is always comforting and warm.
“Roos” was a tall guy. Like super tall. And he had a deep kind of booming voice. As a scrawny 5’8 guy with a soft voice, he was a bit intimidating to me. Aren’t all guys intimidated by their girlfriend’s dad at first? He also worked as a union leader which I assumed meant he killed Hoffa. Turns out I was wrong. As his obit says “He was admired by all, looked up to by most, and feared by none.” The moment I knew he was a sweet guy was when I was leaving their house for the first time. Rather than say goodbye to Dr. J, he said “Au Revoir, Simone” and she responded “Au Revoir, Pee Wee.” I couldn’t believe that this giant with this rumbling voice said that to his daughter. He was officially okay in my book.
“Roos” had a much bigger internet following than I ever will. Like me, he enjoyed traveling for non-traditional/themed reasons. Every Friday him and the Mrs. would drive to a different pizza place. This has gone on for years and we’re talking hundreds of slices at hundreds of restaurants. Comments all over social media have been flooding in about how much people will miss his Pizza Friday posts. No one had an unkind thing to say about this man. We should all aspire to be as kindhearted as he was.
He loved music, trivia, his family, and pizza. I love all of those things too. I wish I had the chance to know him better. I’m looking forward to Pizza Friday with him in Heaven where the toppings are always fresh and the cheese goes all the way up to the crust.
In lieu of flowers and prayers, please have a pizza with your friends and family this and every Pizza Friday.
My old roommates Jeff, Brandon, and I use to have Benny Hill micro-parties. That just meant we would put on the Benny Hill theme song and chase each other around doing stupid things like hiding behind house plants or bopping each other with rolling pins. I channeled those old days for my last adventure, entitled Quarantine Qut. I was looking pretty shaggy having not seen George in 3 months. I couldn’t take it any longer, bought some clippers, and forced Jen to take up a new trade. Enjoy the video. Watch it with sound for the full effect.
I think she did a great job! The rubric is filled out as an average of both of our scores. She almost had a meltdown on her first zip with the trimmer as a lot of my hair fluttered to the ground. She’s happy with the results but hated the entire process. It was too stressful. For the record, trimmers are not cheap and they’re hard to get on Amazon right now.
Today is my 41st birthday and I got them all in! It’s been a great year, thank you for celebrating it with me.
Oh man, are you getting sick of seeing how I spend my meager salary on frivolous “adventures?” Too bad! You’re in store for more! Contained within this holy text is an adventure you’re taking with me, dear reader.
And it continues, more text babble about my stupid antics. Please enjoy and don’t judge me too harshly.
So we continue on my short little adventures, slowly making our way to 40. These started in August and I was staying right on course. About a quarter of the year down at the point I wrote this and, including big adventures, about a quarter the way through the goal. I started having concerns about keeping this up though. Adventures during the summer months are easy, what happens when it gets cold?