28 FOr 30

10:51 pm. 

Call it procrastination, call it lazy, but what you can’t call it is giving up only two days in, because Momma ain’t raise no quitter!

So, we meet again. I must note that the motivational rah rah feeling I had two days ago when I created this challenge for myself has already worn off. The excitement always fades when it comes time to put in the actual work. On days that you don’t feel on fire, you must light the fire within and remember your why. 

It feels good to get myself uncomfortable. I made this challenge public because I want someone to call me the fuck out if I don’t own up to what I have set to achieve in the next 27 days. 

Instead of another rant, tonight I would like to tell you a funny story that seems to be categorized in my memory as incredibly vivid and easy to recall. Since this is the case, I will tell the story without making it too long because if you have ever heard me tell a story in person you better have your popcorn, toothbrush, and a change of clothes ready because it’s going to be a minute. 

The year, 1998

I’m just a young lad ready to take on the world. My family lived on Deerfield court in a small three bedroom house that my sister braved to live in the bedroom downstairs because she was older and tougher than I was at this point. Things have changed since but that’s not the point! The point is… this is the first home I have childhood memories at, which makes it a very special place for me. 

In fact, this was where I learned such amazing life lessons from my Father. He taught me all the best things at this house, like peeing off the front porch, eating bugs to impress my sister’s friends at her birthday, which by the way was a solid move at six, and anything else he could teach a little clone of himself. Love you Dad! 

When this story takes place my Dad and Mom are the same age as I am today, 24. If I were my Dad I would have a four year old son, yikes! I don’t blame my Dad for a lot of the things he taught me, if I had a four year old son right now I probably would be teaching him all the same things. haha. Thankfully I am a no where being father of my own so hopefully, with time, if I do have children one day, I am mature and don’t teach them naughty things… Right ;)

Since my Dad taught me it was cool being a man and having the privilege to pee anywhere you wish, I had quite the problem with peeing outside. I peed EVERYWHERE! I mean, I did not give two shits where I peed as long as I got the job done. **I’m 5 here, relax. 

Now that you have a solid backstory… the narrative goes as follows.

It was a hot summer day in sunny Great Falls, Montana and Sherry Morin, Mom for short, was mowing the backyard grass at our Deerfield Court residence. On this day, I just so happened to be out in the courtyard area behind our house that was a grassy area for kids to play. Mom was mowing and I was enjoying being a kid with no lawn mowing duties. I had to pee though which was the only problem. 

Like, where should I go?

Oh, I know!

We had this sweet old wooden fence that had knots that would pop out like corks. As kids, we used to push out these knots, which my parents loved us doing, and threw them over the fence. What we thought was cool about these holes is that you can see through to the other side of the fence. Now that’s pretty fascinating when you’re 5. 

So fascinating in fact, I had a grand idea that I would walk over to the side of the house, somewhat tucked away from other houses, and stick my pee shooter through one of those very knot holes that I had punched out and just start peeing! 

**Note I am on the outside of the fence peeing into my backyard. Mom is mowing. 

Mom is mowing. Mom is mowing. Mow is getting fucking peed on! She walked right by the fence where I had my little pee shooter in full stream! 

The lawn mower stopped on a dime and I wasn’t allowed to repeat the words she spoke, with that, I shall leave it there:) She came sprinting around the corner catching me half in the act still and once again I am sure said something very calm and understanding, or, maybe just…

“JOSH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING PEEING THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE FENCE!?”

The answer that follows will forever change my life… 

I said, “Mom, a Man’s gotta do, what a Man’s gotta do!”

And that brings up three very important lessons for you all today…

1. You heard it, A Man’s gotta do, what a Man’s gotta do. Nuff said. 

1. Even with the worlds best parenting I still acted up
2. If you didn’t laugh one time reading this you don’t have a heart and I’m sorry but we can’t be friends. 

And number 4!

28 for 30 is a wrap. 

Until next time folks.