Here's a picture of the first of my three boys, Douglas Williams, to become an Eagle Scout. We are so proud of him; for his hard work in learning, applying his knowledge, and taking an active part in making a better community. For his Eagle project he, along with the help of his scout troop, cleaned out and worked toward repairing a C-130 airplane at Hill Air force Base, done in preparation for it to be converted and used as part of a classroom. He has such an awesome troop and fabulous leaders. I am so thankful for all who have helped him work toward this achievement.
Sunday morning play time on mom and dad’s bed. They had a great time until the end when they grabbed each other, tipped over, and bonked heads. I wonder how many good times throughout history have ended because someone bonked heads with someone else. Probably happens in sky diving on occasion, ruining the thrill and psychotic joy one has while plummeting to a possible death, and all thanks to a head-bonking headache. George and Judy therefore, preoccupied with rubbing their heads, failed to notice how close they were to the ground and along with the failed observation, didn’t release their parachutes on time. I think this is why the “No more monkeys jumping on the bed” song has lasted so long, and with years of repetition, allowing its thoughtful advice to squirm into the psyche of many a wise listener.Just before the bonk.