Monday, October 12, 2009

25 Reasons Why I'm the Luckiest S.O.B. in the World

1) My wife.
2) My parents.  In the lottery that was my adoption, I was the big winner.
3) I get to go on stage and make people laugh every Thursday and Friday night.
4) I’ve never been without a job since I graduated college.
5) I’ve never had to wear the Broncos’ throwback uniforms.
6) My dog is pretty freakin’ adorable.
7) I’ve never had a serious illness.
8) My in-laws are crazy but the good kind of crazy.
9) I know someone who has Google Wave and I’ve been assured that I’m on his invite list when he gets them.
10) I met a bunch of really great people at Notre Dame who are still good friends to this day.
11) Despite my propensity to break stuff, we still have nice things.
12) I live in one of the coolest cities in America.
13) I went gray early instead of going bald early.
14) I can eat all the peanut butter I want because I’m not allergic to peanuts.
15) My life is about 60% nonsense and 40% no nonsense — and that’s a conservative estimate.
16) I’m lucky enough to be a part of the awesome group of people that call themselves pH Productions.
17) I got to hear my Dad give a speech at my wedding.
18) I’ve yet to be caught up in a convoluted time travel scenario that puts my life at risk.
19) Dee’s friends are awesome and treat me like one of their own.
20) I’ve had the opportunity to pilot an airplane.
21) I received multiple emails from space.
22) I have all my teeth.
23) I got to play football in the old Hoosier Dome.
24) I’m the same age as both Tiger Woods and Peyton Manning but I don’t have to deal with the pressures of fame and wealth.
25) Everyone who consistently reads my blog and comments.

12 comments:

  1. Before you got Ruthie, who would have ever guessed that you would include having a dog as making you a lucky sob! Told you that you wouldn't mind having her around :)

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  2. Yep. I've gone from anti-dog to dog lover.

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  3. Ruthie is so cute. My dad was anti dog until we got one, now they are the best of buddies.

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  4. Me and Ruthie are best buddies now, too. It's pretty cool.

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  5. David1:49 PM

    25 pretty food friggin reasons. :D

    Ooo, and you've never been seriously ill, but there was that one time you got hit so hard your brain wasn't putting the images from your eyeballs together right and there was this crease down the middle of your field of vision -- and then some guy with only about 2 weeks of practice experience had to fill in for you at QB. Ha. Ha.....

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  6. Dave-
    I was just telling someone that story today. That was the weirdest thing that's happened to me. I don't really remember much, but I'm pretty sure the team didn't suffer much in my absence...

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  7. david2:28 PM

    food, good? Food is good, so what's the difference, really?

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  8. David2:42 PM

    Well, I usually only tell the story to relate one of the most HORRIFYING experiences of my life. Yes, I've seen an IED explode 100 m in front of me, been shot at by people who wanted to kill me, yadda yadda -- but that is still one of the most petrifying things that ever happened to me!

    So, the part of the story I usually leave out is that we actually did quite well! We drove the ball down the field, I knew what I was doing, I used the play count to draw them offsides -- and after they jumped offsides I hit them with an "on sound" to take them by surprise. And I believe on our way to a touchdown (somewheres around their 30 yard line), you came back in and took over! Thank God.

    I did however, in my complete nervousness say, "On Break, Ready!" to break the huddle which was something those present for it did not let me live down for the remainder of our time at BHS.

    The other story I like to tell is a bit more glorious, though in some ways no less self-deprecating -- how I caught the first pass ever thrown to me. A one handed catch that I had to reach back for and pull in and how to this day I can STILL remember the look of UTTER disbelief on your face -- your jaw litterally dropped. By this point in the story, if they have never seen me toss the ball around, I have already explained why this is so amazing. Iron hands. Butterfingers. Brick hands. Mr. Depth Perception. Ahhhhhh...

    Those are close to the only two football stories I ever tell. The other one happened at Muncie Wilson. Grrrrrrrr...

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  9. Nice blog, Jeff. Very groovy!

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  10. this is one of my favorite blogs of yours for obvious reasons :) you are a pretty blessed man, if i do say so myself! i am too (a blessed woman, that is). thanks for making me smile esp since it was right after at&t pissed me off. love you.

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  11. David5:54 PM

    Also, I'm pretty sure I begged you not to go out -- and you had the most sympathetic look on your face. Hahahah.

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  12. In your case, it's not luck. You fall into the: "good things happen to good people" category. I, on the other hand, am lucky.

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