Honestly don't know if it's an ego issue, a way to break the ice, a desire to be different, or some other more sinister mental issue but I like being goofy.
This is a post I'll regularly update. Probably more than I should.
The older I have am, the more comfortable I am with my own skin and in general the less I care what people think - the more enjoyable life is and the more joy I think I bring to others.
My signature line is
- I am not unfeeling, I am uncaring
- I feel bad but I just don't care
When Jessica used that example of "things my dad taught me" - her friends have accused me of creating a monster.
All joking aside, the more I have, the more I enjoy giving things away - it's just stuff. If you really need something I am a soft touch.
Enjoy and be thankful this isn't your dad or close relative. Luckily my daughters have grown up with it - so they expect and and are disappointed if I go too long without doing something odd.
Always more socially acceptable to be silly with kids involved - I can blame it on them!
Nose is a match! My one vanity is plucking nose hairs off the tip of my nose- amazing - I have a five head (to much head for a hair line to be a forehead as my daughters started telling me 10 years ago) but hair grows everywhere else.
At least I took off my shoes - sexy black socks (according to Janet)
Mattzilla!!!! Be afraid, very afraid
Imaginary striker - my history of gongs goes back to my daughters running Cross Country - large area field covering two miles often out of sight. How to cheer and know they know you are cheering? Buy a gong big enough be be heard. I had a nice one that exceeded requirements. There were some other teams that used cowbells for the same purpose - they slunk away in shame after being gonged. Great for attracting little kids - they all wanted to "gong" and it was fun to watch them screw up the courage to ask. When oldest ran for UTexas - the gong was painted brunt orange and I was the #1 fan.
Master of all I survey - in golden color
With attractive sweat stains - but better than the always impressive gut centric version
You are jealous about the hat - I know it
Still trying to master the Facebook shot at the 7th level of Borobudur (where I had sneaked up before sunrise)
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