Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I am a bit proud of myself right now…even though it is only a temporary thing. Let me explain…my oldest daughter is getting married mid-June and I want to lose some weight for the event. So I have been working extra hard to get the weight down to a more acceptable level. Through daily exercise…jog 3 miles plus free weights, and pretty much limiting my supper time to a salad or a Lean Cuisine, I have managed to knock off a good 15 pounds. It has not been fun or easy for me since my baby fat is a very determined adversary; that is why I say this is a temporary thing. I know they are just hiding in the background, waiting for the motivation of the wedding to subside and then they will come back in a full counter-strike mode. Getting too old to fight this battle all the time. I need that kind of motivation [fear of photographs] to keep me moving forward. I guess I need to get on some continuous wedding invitation plan. Hmmmm…maybe that is an idea….start a national diet program where people are motivated to lose weight and keep it off because they keep getting invited to social events where there will be a lot of pictures taken. Works for me....who knows? Anyway…to show off my results I took Max down to the lake Sunday morning to take a few photographs. Since this is a one person show….it is a very difficult process to get self-portraits. I have to set up the tripod, attach the camera, guess the location and distance from the tree, push the 10 second delay, rush over to the tree, beg Max to come over and sit, pose and flash. Review the results, adjust the camera, and repeat until you get a handful of decent shots. Toward the end Max refused to participate; he just laid down by the car and watched me work up a sweat. Who knew model photo-shoots were so exhausting?
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“A picture is a poem without words.” Horace [yep..that is me..a poem]
A man goes into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist if he can give him something for the hiccups. The pharmacist promptly reaches out and slaps the man’s face. “What did you do that for?” the man asks.”Well, you don’t have the hiccups anymore, do you?” The man says, “No, but my wife out in the car still does!”
I worked in the biology department at Buffalo State College in New York. The Great Lakes Laboratory, also stationed at the college, employed a licensed boat captain to man its research vessel. It was common knowledge that the captain couldn’t swim. When newcomers learned of this, they would approach him about it. “Is it true?” one of them asked incredulously.
“You, a boat captain, can’t swim?” “No, I can’t,” he replied. “Can pilots fly?”
Along with being a model, writing is tiring as well. As always be good, play safe and remember salads are healthy even though they do not smell like ribs cooking on the grill.
JR and Max