Thursday, June 21, 2012

Just an ordinary day in the Jolley household


Where does one begin to start describing this picture?  Was this poor child bullied into wearing a trash bag?  Was he trying to keep his nice church clothes dry and out of the rain?  Was his dad making him irrigate and this was the best uniform he could find?  Nope.  He lost his Indiana Jones costume.  Well, part of it.  Over the last 6 months I’ve moved twice.  With four kids, things go missing.  During one of the moves Tanner, my 9 year-old, lost part of his Indiana Jones costume.  Obviously a 9 year-old needs to dress in costume as often as possible, no special occasion required. As you can see, he still has the hat and whip and boots (not pictured.)  You can imagine my surprise when I came upon my offspring and wondered why on earth he’d be wearing a trash bag.  He explained that he was improvising since he couldn’t find the shirt and pants to the costume, duh dad.  He walked away cracking his whip. Several hours later, still in the trash bag, he looked flushed and dehydrated. 
“Tanner, are you feeling ok?”
Wiping sweat from his brow, “Um, I feel really hot.  And sweaty.  And the bag is sticking to me.”
“Dude, take off the bag,” I said reaching for it.
“Uh, not here.  I…I need to go upstairs and change in my room.”
“Why?”
Because I forgot to put on anything underneath it.”
Indiana Jones would be proud, MacGyver too.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Neto Lexan and the Impox Secret



MY BOOK WAS RELEASED TODAY!  I’m finally a legitimate author thanks to Double Dragon Publishing.  This all started many, many years ago.  During dental school I consistently found myself with an extra 15 minutes each day.  I thought to myself, “Tyler, what should I do with all this free time?”  Naturally writing a science fiction novel came to mind.  Cut to 10 years later and it’s finally published.  Follow the link below to purchase an eBook about a young boy named Neto Lexan and his life on Gamma-Mole.  Hard copies will be printed in a few weeks.  I’ll post when those are available. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Aging Gracefully...I’ll Take Mine With a Diet Coke, Thanks

Oh my back!


Two days ago I turned 37.  It amazes me that one tiny number can make all the difference. Whether it’s the number on the scale, pant size or age it seems to have great meaning.  36 felt great, but not 37.  No, 37 has made me feel, well, old.  I woke up today and my neck ached, my lower back was screaming, and my joints were on fire.  Then when I looked in the mirror I noticed my salt and pepper hair was more salt than pepper.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be 37.  I feel very blessed.  I’m an Orthodontist, Periodontist, husband, father, avid mountain biker, farmer, author, and a new member of the late 30’s club.  All this got me thinking about aging.  There are hundreds, if not thousands, of books on how to stay young or age gracefully.  I noticed there was a void in books about getting old and accepting that it’s inevitable.  I might be on to something.  What’s so bad about enjoying life as you go, who cares about the number, on the scale or otherwise.  I think it’s time for a “How-to” on enjoying your new age without someone looking over your shoulder reminding you that Diet Coke is bad for your, or Tasty Cakes are full of sugar.  Who wants to count every calorie or turn a once fun bike ride into regimented exercise?  Not this guy.   So when it comes to being 37 or any age for that matter I think I take mine with a Tasty Cake in one hand, a Diet Coke in the other and a big ol’ smile on my face...and possibly a crick in my neck.