Time For Change, Part Three: Yeah, Well, There Went That Idea

I'm going to start of this wonderful Fact Filled post by not apologizing for my lateness, or offering any sort of explanation for the tardiness in my writing.  All that I can say is that my life is so full to the brim with drama, excitement and absolute fulfillment that there is no possible way that I could work my personal endeavors around it (ie writing).  So the sooner you forgive yourselves for being upset at me for the lack of no new content the happier we will all be.


Now, where was I when I started this whole thing?


So that whole summer of Change thing, I was going to go on and on about several more immeasurably intriguing events that had happened to me that I had even somehow managed to chronicle with pictures, partially moving pictures and pieces of flesh.  But since I am now past the whole "I'm going to share my wonderful life of change with you" moment, I am merely going to summarize all of it into one Fact based post instead of actually sharing any of my eye melting multimedia that I now have locked in cold storage.

Why would I do such a horribly crude thing? Is it out of selfishness? Laziness? All I can say is partially yes to maybe and perhaps. But as I said earlier, it's best that you just forgive and forget and read on.

So what were the rest of the amazing adventures like that I partook upon, that were apparently so wonderfully life affirming that I felt the need to marginally distraught the world with my Fact Filled Tales on a poorly scheduled basis?

1. Wakeboarding: While on my earlier fishing adventures I was also enticed to try and perform the ancient daredevil art of wakeboarding.  At first I was dumbstruck at the mere suggestion that this recreational activity was brought forth to me. I thought that this sport of old had long since been retired in the 80's, along with such things as Aviator Sunglasses and Braided Mullets w/ Beads in them. Alas I was wrong.  Wakeboarding lives! I was coerced into trying to perform this physically grueling task after several...beverages.  And after said several beverages it is safe to say that I failed miserably.  Watching me "learn" to Wakeboardwas either the funniest or most pathetice thing to have witnessed, I haven't decided. Even though common sense and repetition of failure should have taught me a lesson to stop doing something I'm not good at, I am not one to give up so easily.  After three days of torture and pain I had finally conquered the board de la wake, and rode the waves like a true champ! For two minutes at a time, because my arms had turned to absolute Jello.  Which ostensibly led to...
2. Burnt Flesh: Because of my bullheadedness, and inability to realize I'm not good at something, I was also out in the flaming sun for hours on end.  This left me with two things.  The first being a righteous tan that lasted for approximately 12 hours, and the next being a sun burn bestowed upon me from Satan himself for no less than 2 weeks. This kids is what you get for never giving up! I know, I know, who cares, we all get tanned and then sun burnt.  For me though, I only get pale or burnt, and I'm not even a red head. It's just that way for me.  Sure I can get a mean farmers tan, but for some reason I just can't tan worth a damn (put that on a T-Shirt). Having a tan that made me look like I walked off the set of Miami Vice made me feel absolutely Bodacious!
3. New Doo: Prior to all of this, I was planning on doing something that in retrospect is actually pretty lame, and I've actually done before in the printed Facts of Bob's Life. I was going to keep you all updated on the what nots of what I was going to do with my beautiful mane of hair. At the time (August I think) I was letting my hair get fairly shaggy, almost to the point to where I was looking like either the Norse God Thor, or Jim from the Office, so it was getting time to trim the locks. For me I only have two options for my hair, either I can have it terribly short or horribly long.  There is no middle ground.  If I have it mid length then I can't style it in any way, shape or form, and it looks like a big nest of greasy grunge crap.  So I made the bold decision to shave it all off again, and took some beautiful pictures of myself, including a wonderful topless picture to prove it.  I was planning on posting them but that obviously didn't happen.  Who knows, by the end of this Fact I just might.

And that just about sums up what I was going to ramble on and on about for the rest of the Summer of Change and what not. Notice how the majority of all of these mini Facts are somehow mysteriously based around fish, or at the very least water? Seems odd to me!


Anyhoo, now that this whole mess is over with I plan on getting things back to semi regular normality in some shape or form.  But we all know how that goes, for all I know I won't post another Fact for six weeks, or it may be in twenty minutes from now.  Mystery prevails!


So it's a Fact: Just like the Prologue the ending to this series of Change Based Facts is nothing but a big ol' Cocktease.

Bonus Fact: I used a capital W for Wakeboard because Wakeboarding owned my ass the entire time I tried to own it.  Even after I finally figured out how to finally use the damn thing it still managed to punish my frail body for days after. So I will respectfully capitalize Wakeboard going ever forward.

Epic Bonus Fact: ...sigh...here are those pictures I promised.

Before I cut my nasty mange...  

And after, plus I'm topless!