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Amongst the flurries in an endless grey of snow, a man ventures into the cold heart of a storm. His goal lies beyond the grey. Beyond the flung flakes and ice. He risks it all for the most noble of causes.
He needs pictures to write a blog post.
In all honesty, I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS WEATHER. Snow just holds way too many fond memories for me, even though it puts Katie into some weird state of hibernation that limits her to only 3 ventures past her couch fort.
Perhaps I’m a son of Höðr (look it up) or maybe it’s just my Canadian blood awakening to it’s natural state of polar awesomeness, but whatever it is, it’s how I was meant to exist. Which draws a sharp contrast with Katie’s sub-tropical temperament…
The only problems I have noticed this day are:
1) I don’t have a dog to explore the snow with
2) Strouds was closed, so I couldn’t eat fried chicken
3) Katie wouldn’t play in the snow with me
4) No Mario Kart…
There comes a time in a man’s life when he’s met with a challenge. He is faced with the tough choices in life, that prototypical crossroads with the devil at one end, and salvation at the other.
My crossroads was whether or not to give up eating all you can eat Chinese buffets.
I’m a weak man that is easily corruptible through food. As I’m getting older, I’m also getting fatter. So I’m left with the choice - give up my love of buffets or continue down that salt and fat paved road.
I chose neither.
Enter Sweet Z’s Gym. A place lined with blood, sweat and lost dignity.
As I was unable to part with my delicious foods, I turned to exercise to maintain and improve my increasingly soft body.
I chose Sweet Z’s gym because, no matter what, all men have a desire to punch shit. It sounded like a ton of fun. And after the first few bloody nose’s, gums and ruined shirts, it was!
See that picture? That’s me FIGHTING a dude (his name is Andrew and he hits like the Hulk throwing a horse that is also a hulk).
Straight. Up. Gangsta.
He later got me in the kidney and I had to sit down and evaluate my life for a bit.
It’s a fantastic place that’s kept me in Buffet Eating Shape. That is to say, it’s kept me skinny enough to convince my wife that I’m allowed to still eat buffet’s.
Check it out: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sweet-Zs-Gym/234243366589577
As the seasons change and the sun falls low, snow and ice cover the land like a blanket that’s too thin and short to keep you warm. Also there’s a girl in this metaphor that keeps on stealing them from you and you have a hole in your socks.
But there’s something warm beneath the surface. A tiny flame of pure happiness that swells and undulates the farther into December we delve. And it makes this weather not only worth it, but pleasant. Why you ask?
BECAUSE IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME BITCHES.
Which means this is straight up the greatest time of the year. Ever. And this year, we spent it in Nashville with Katie’s family, and more importantly, Lola the dog.
We flew east over the gumdrops hills and candy cane forests…
Where we were met with lights and town squares covered in garland and ribbon.
Downtown Franklin was perfect.
But of course, no light show or southern charm can match the warm fuzzies that a dog can produce. I give to you all, Lola the dog.
She’s a bit photo shy, so you have to pretend that your texting in order to get a photo…
And what Christmas would complete without badass hello kitty footsie PJ’s?
Notice the difference below when Katie does not have her PJ’s on… She was very upset.
But happy again once Lola stopped hanging out with me exclusively and gave her a 30 second hello (to return to my, superior, lap).
And of course, Nancy created an amazing tree that was covered in no fewer than 6 weiner dog ornaments.