More about the title a little later.

Melissa, Melissa, what's up with ya, how does your garden grow?

That's right, it's garden time and of course we are taking another Greene family vacation right in the middle of planting season.  Oh well.  Growing pretty much the same stuff, only a little less.  I stuffed too many plants in my 4'x8' beds last year.  But if it's as hot as it was last year, those plants can choke to death for all I care. 

I gotta say before I move on that you guys missed out on one HELL of a blog.  After I finished up Nathan's Tribute, I went on a tear about some of my unstable emotions lately.  A real inside look.  When I was done, I wanted needed to change some email addresses in the notifications.  Usually, if you do something that will delete an entry before it is published it will tell you.  This time it didn't and deleted the whole thing.  I was ticked and relieved at the same time.  It was good to get it out, but I think you would have liked reading that one.  Even if it was only to get material to make fun of me with.  I really wish Melissa would have been able to read it.  It would have answered questions about me she has like, "How come you never cry?"  I think my unstable emotions is the reason why I haven't been up to writting these regularly.  Let's stop right there before I rewrite the whole thing again.

Title Story:

I don't know how many of you are familiar with "Flex Goodbody", but he was a character on one of those kids shows that educated kids on being healthy.  All I remember was that he had skin tight suit that made him look like he didn't have skin.  You could see the muscles of the body and the heart and stuff.  I have no idea how old I was.  Probably pre-teen, but I was caught flexing my muscles in front of the bathroom mirror and got the nickname Flex.  As all of you can understand, I haven't been called that in quite some time.  Maybe I've gotten a couple of Flex Fatbody's, but that is about to change.  Melissa and I have joined a gym and actually gotten a personal trainer.  Desperate times call for desperate measures.  I weigh 250 lbs., a career high.  I was a member of the YMCA near my jobsite,but I know that playing racquetball twice a week would not really help.  So Melissa and I will be working out together.  I would only do it if I went with her because Golds Gym doesn't have any racquetball or basketball.  They don't have any competitive activities.  Seriously, if there is not a winner and a loser, why bother?  Sometimes I think that that is the only thing that drives me.  I wish my job had some competitive aspects to it.  Anyway, Melissa has been doing it for 3 weeks and I just signed up yesterday.  I told the guy that I wanted to get down to 200lbs and he said I should actually try to loose 75 lbs.  I didn't say anything, but this guy had no muscle at all.  I wanted to tell him I weighed at least 180lbs in my prime in high school.  I gained about ten pounds after I started working in hell, or otherwise know as the foundry.  I did a lot of heavy and hard work.  Lifting and swinging sledge hammers.  This is the same place whare my infamous orange underwear came to be.  Foundries melt and pour metal for those who don't know.  I would work in the grinding room where we would grind off the rough spots of the casting.  Everyone knows that iron rusts fast when it gets wet.  Well Iron dust does the same thing.  The iron dust from the grinding would get all over in your clothes and on your skin.  And of course it was very hot in that building with no ventilation and I would sweat my butt off, just as my dad hoped and I quote, "I hope he sweats his butt off!"  Put those two things together and the iron dust in my clothes and on my skin would start rusting.  My forearms would turn orange and all of my clothes.  Including my tighty whitey underwear.  So I go to Cal Pa University with my orange underwear and T-shirts and the boys had a ball with it.  Working there was my first taste of working with the common man.  It was definitely an education at the school of Hard Knocks. 

For my next trick, I'm going to run down all of the "BOY!" speeches I've had in my life.  I'll start in chronological order with the FIRST EVER "BOY" speech next time.  I don't know if Andy ever got any.  Think about it Andy, because I'm going to ask next time we come up. 

Speaking of Andy, he finally put the stem on the apple.  He and Megan are due to have baby boy!  We got word last week sometime about the news.  Apparently potential names are classified because they won't tell.  Let me just say this, not too many people were huge fans of Gabi's name, but it doesn't matter one bit because we love the name now.  So don't be afraid of anyone criticising names.  As long as you don't name him the body part of a predator bird, we will love it if not now, in time.  Sorry Talan, aka SSF, that was a cheap shot.

Well I'm outta here.  I'm also putting on the agenda to put up some pictures from Penn State.