Something Creepy Under Boat, Andy.

So I was re-organizing some things in my closet tonight because things have just gotten way out of hand up in there. I came across my bag of SCUBA equipment. I got certified to dive three years ago. Ask me how many times I've dove since then. Nill. Not once. I can't even tally up the amount of money that cost because I will be reduced to tears. Don't get me wrong, fully worth it. I had tried to get certified several years before but I wasn't prepared for the mental game of SCUBA diving, not to mention being ill-equipped and easy to go hypothermic in water. I digress.

So trying again years later and succeeding even though parts of it still scare the crap out of me, (do you know they make you take off your mask and breathe underwater? You can't see. You can't hear. And you are to breathe, calmly, while water floods your nose. It utterly feels like you're drowning and I'm not demonstrating my "proclivity for the dramatic" as my friend Brennan would say) was a big achievement.

And what have I done with that achievement? Nothing. Although I will say that dive flash light comes in handy when the power goes out. That thing could light a village in Guam. And the dive bag works well for packing for a week's vacation. I have no idea where I'm going with this, but I had a hair to blog and I felt like it would lead to some enlightenment....

I guess the moral of the story is, do things that scare you. Even if, at the end of your life, all you have to show for it is a picture of you looking totally ninja in a wet suit.

And if you are still puzzling over the title, it was from "Boy Meets World." I used to love Will Friedle. Did you know Topanga got arrested for a DUI recently?