The Big Bags

Well, this is my first official post other than my personal introduction.   I decided I would write about what was fresh on my mind, and also fresh on my body.  You probably would like some clarification regarding the ‘fresh on my body’ statement.  I will elaborate … but only after I set up the scenario.  

This morning I had an early start (for a Saturday) at 8:45 am.  I woke up with the warm fuzzy feeling we all get before performing service for someone in need.  Some friends in my apartment complex had organized an impromptu project that entailed beautifying our living space.  In a nutshell, we raked leaves.  I know, I know, it really doesn’t sound that exciting.  But, when you take into consideration that we filled up somewhere close to 25 garbage bags with leaves you gain a better perspective of the feat we accomplished.  The highlight of the morning, contrary to the stereotypical service project attitude, was the not ‘being done’ part of the service project, it was the part where we were almost done.  Instead of bagging all of the leaves right off, we made a heaping pile of fallen foliage and jumped into it!  I’m not gonna lie, it was fun.  The downside is that someone raked up some doggie doo doo.  The leaves smelled of… well, rotting leaves and poop.  That didn’t stop us though!  Oh, no.  We were not about to abandon our hard earned greenery gallivanting for a turd.  So jump we did.  I don’t regret it… well, I don’t regret it a lot.  The only downfall is that now my favorite hoodie smells like it was rolled in a dog kennel.  The satisfaction I received from the service performed for the hundreds of souls dwelling within my apartment complex, however, far outweighs the smell. 

               

            Wonder doing the Superman

               

                  Big Air!   

         

            We rake like maniacs!  

               

                The flying bag of death!

Thanks Sam for the help with the pics!