On my way up to Michigan on Friday I ran across a Cabelas and went in to look around.  I had plenty of time with nothing to do other than to check in at my hotel, and it was a great break in the drive.

I took a lot of pictures too.  I am no hunter, but I am fascinated by all the animals that they have there.  Sure, they are stuffed, but what I like is that you are able to look at them closely.  In a zoo they are always either moving around our not still enough to see.  And it was a very interesting time to look at them all.

And about half way through was when I saw him, he was a large Canada moose, and it made me laugh.  After all, my grandma (my dad’s mom) was Canadian, and I am always on a diet……so there I was, a Canada moose!  It was pretty funny to me, and a JOKE, so I snapped this picture.

I had bee a rock star on my diet the entire trip too, and even on Saturday at the ordination/installation I attended, I was very good.  I only looked at the cake.  But as pictures began to appear on Facebook of the ordination, I realized that it really wasn’t a joke.  Holy Smokes, I really am a Canada Moose!  But I am working on it!

When I was a kid, I was always a skinny short little guy.  I was a hockey player and a scrapper, but I always had the desire to be big.  In college I went at it full bore……and succeeded.  I wanted to be “big” and although I was still 5’8″, I was a total monster.  I loved it as long as I was under control, but now it is not.  Moose is a great nickname, but it is not a great, or even good, description.  I intend to keep at it and win.  Keep me in your prayers.

On a side note, today is my mom’s birthday, and had she lived until today she would have been………..very old.  (She would love that joke!)  Actually, when I took over her care some years ago she actually lied to me about her age.  So I asked my grandma before confronting her.  She had a great sense of humor which you only saw bits and pieces of through the Alzheimer’s, but they were blessings.  (DON’T READ THIS:  Happy 65th mom, even though grandma told me you were really born in 1939!)

So tonight’s blog is now done.  I think I will go eat some grass and look for a lake in which I can take a swim.  The life of this moose is never done!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+