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Laughter, is it really the best medicine? Some would argue that it is and I'd say that it's definitely up there as something that's needed daily in our lives. I know I feel better after a good laughing fit, you probably do to. I'd also state that exercise is also in the top things that we can use to make ourselves feel better, physically and mentally. Let's take last Thursday for instance. I got home from work, and to be frank, I've been in better moods. Not sure why I wasn't 100% of my normal happy self, but I wasn't. It had been several days since the last time on my bike. Thursday is my normal riding day, so I got dressed and started thinking about my ride. As soon as I pulled my cycling shorts on, I started feeling better immediately. Hadn't done anything, but just thinking about getting on the bike started a nice little mood lift. 43 minutes and 10 miles later, I was a brand new man. I felt much better. We all know that exercise releases endorph

Go, Daddy, Go! Three little words, they may not seem like a battle cry of encouragement, but they are to me. I'll tell you why. Father's Day is approaching quickly. A few days ago, my wonderful wife, Lana, said she's got my gift and it'll be cool and I can use it. My interest was peaked immediately. She knows how to work me and knows that patience isn't always one of my virtues and I'd ask for it. She also knows how to use this in reverse for her birthday, mother's day, Christmas, anniversary, etc and that I won't be able to hold out on her gifts. But, I digress. So, she gave it to me yesterday. It was a sports bottle, a metal one that's supposed to be better for you, better tasting, since it's not plastic. Bright (Cowboy) blue and three little words on it, seven actually - Go, Daddy Go! Love Lana and Kenny . The bottle itself isn't what is so special about the gift. It's a great bottle, don't get me wrong. It's those three words

Go, Daddy, Go! Three little words, they may not seem like a battle cry of encouragement, but they are to me. I'll tell you why. Father's Day is approaching quickly. A few days ago, my wonderful wife, Lana, said she's got my gift and it'll be cool and I can use it. My interest was peaked immediately. She knows how to work me and knows that patience isn't always one of my virtues and I'd ask for it. She also knows how to use this in reverse for her birthday, mother's day, Christmas, anniversary, etc and that I won't be able to hold out on her gifts. But, I digress. So, she gave it to me yesterday. It was a sports bottle, a metal one that's supposed to be better for you, better tasting, since it's not plastic. Bright (Cowboy) blue and three little words on it, seven actually Go, Daddy Go! Love Lana and Kenny The bottle itself isn't what is so special about the gift. It's a great bottle, don't get me wrong. It's those three wo