I did it!!!
Trained, did well, got hurt, got depressed, got back up and trained again.
These last few weeks trying to run with bruised ribs was a piece of work. I've never bruised my ribs before, people who have or who have broken their ribs say it stinks and they take forever to heal.
I didn't have forever, I had 5 weeks. I'd run, not get far because of pain. Next day couldn't do anything. Run again, same result. Did this for 3 weeks. 2 weeks left, finally made it without stopping, without hurting too bad. Last week (week of the race) I felt ok, got a little burned out and tired.
Saturday morning, blowing snow!!! They said around 500 people signed up, they had 432 brave the elements and finish the race.
I started out behind the pack (Chad,Nathan,Jamie,Devon) trying to dodge little kids. I think I caught up somewhere around the half mile mark. Ran with them for a minute or so. Decideded to give a little more to my pace. One to see if I could do it, two for stragedy. Maybe make them give a little more to keep up or use everything they had to catch up. Hopefully it wouldn't back fire and I wouldn't have anything left in case they did catch up.
I kept glancing over my shoulder and saw Chad not too far behind. About quarter mile left Chad kicks it in, catches me and passes slightly. I thought, great I've got nothing left. Crud, it back fired and I used my energy on the faster pace. About 30 yards I was able to kick it in.
Passed Chad and a little kid. Zipped thru the finish. Beat Chad by 6 seconds, Beat Jamie by 9 seconds,Devon by 1 min 20 sec,Nathan by 1 min 30 sec. Mark put up a good time for his first race. Still beat him by 2 min 25 secs. PK ran it this year with 28:44 and Matt with 29:48. Shiree with an amazing 27:46, Marcie & Chad's Friend Lonee just over 31 mins. Liz even knocked 20 mins off her best time, fantastic.
Benjamin had the proud honor of clean up. Making sure no one else was on the course. He stayed with Liz for a while but got distracted by too many things along the way, kinda funny.
The race was cut short because of the weather and part of the courses muddy surface. The course was 2.7 miles instead of the full 3.2 My time was 19:40 add half my mile time and I come in around 23 minutes. Sweet!!! Personal best.
Little dissapointed in the distance being cut, but pretty sure I still could've taken them. My chest kinda paid the price for the weekend, but worth it to say I did it. I came back from a slow out of shape state last year to beating everybody this year.
We had 14 I think from our family participate, thats awesome! It was a good weekend all around. The weather could have cooperated a little more nicely, but what can you do?
So it was worth it. It seems sad cuz its over now. I was glad I did it last year and got the bug to do it again and do it better. Spent alot of time and effort into a 20 minute race. But I still have more to do. So its not all for that one race.
Eagle Mountain's Pony Express days are in 2 weeks. That 5k is almost all downhill so maybe another personal best? 2 weeks after that is going to be another 5k, either Pleasant Grove Strawbarry Days or Thanksgiving point runnings with the angels.
After that who knows? Maybe get something going for the Harmon Reunion in mid July, do a high altitude 5k up at the cabin.
I have a goal of a half marathon this year, not sure when/where thats gonna be.
After watching biggest loser contestants do a full marathon last week, I'm thinking why I couldn't do one of those?
Still not a fan of the running. I like the actual racing with people, just not the prep that goes into it.
Don't have any photos yet cuz everone ran, no one to hold a camera. But here is a link to the offical race day photos.
2nd annual Keith Young Memorial 5k photos
In case anyone is wondering who I am...
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Whistler's Mother
A Mother's day tribute ( in a sense ) by Mr. Bean
Hello, I'm Dr. Bean. Apparently. And my job is to sit and look at paintings. So, what have I learned that I can say about this painting? Well, firstly, it's quite big, which is excellent. If it were very small, microscopic, then hardly anyone would be able to see it. Which would be a shame. Secondly, and I'm getting quite near the end of this... analysis, secondly, why was it worth this man spending fifty million of your American dollars? And the answer to that is, that it's a picture of Whistler's mother. And as I've learned, staying with my best friend David Langley and his family, families are very important. Even though Mr. Whistler was obviously aware that his mother was a hideous old bat who looked like she'd had a cactus lodged up her backside, he stuck with her, and even took the time to paint this amazing picture of her. And that's marvelous. It's not just a painting. It's a picture of a mad old cow who he thought the world of. Well that's what I think.
What I think Mr.Bean was trying to say is this...
James Whistler was a talented artist who could have painted anything, a chapel, a monet, a stary night, ect... Instead he chose something that meant alot to him, something that inspired and caused great joy in his life...his mother.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Rise and Rise again
There is a Greek saying from a movie I like and have adopted it:
Άνοδος και αυξάνεται και πάλι μέχρι το αρνί γίνεται το λιοντάρι.
Which translates : Rise and Rise again until the lamb becomes the lion.
Every other saying of the same comes from this, "Get up one more time than you fall", "try and try again" ect... I like this, though at times its easier said than done.
I don't make it to church as much as I should, but when I do it seems the lessons are for me. This week was part of The Exodus. Everybody complaining too and about Moses. So they spent a little bit of time on "stop complaining". I won't go into length, but it was something I needed.
I think the biggest thing that help bring me out of my funk was seeing/ remembering others have it worse. I have nothing to complain about!!! Sure its a big deal to me I can't get up and run. But I will be able too. Sure it hurts, but in time it won't. So many others can't get up, others will always have pain. Its time to stop complaining and be greatful its not worse. So things might not turn out the way I want, but at least they'll turn out.
I have 4 weeks to that important race. I did activity this weekend and paid for it. So I know this next week will be hard and slow to try and run, along with the not so great weather. So maybe 3 weeks to train? One week spent on trying to make it the whole 3 miles needed without dying. 2nd week trying to increase speed and improve timing without dying. Maybe not too much in the 3rd week so I have energy at the end to actually race.
"A man must accept his fate, or be destroyed by it." I know I'm not going to do as good as I want or hoped for. But I'm not going to let it swallow me up into a pit of misery & dispair. Do what I can and hope for the best.
I am Spartacus
Άνοδος και αυξάνεται και πάλι μέχρι το αρνί γίνεται το λιοντάρι.
Which translates : Rise and Rise again until the lamb becomes the lion.
Every other saying of the same comes from this, "Get up one more time than you fall", "try and try again" ect... I like this, though at times its easier said than done.
I don't make it to church as much as I should, but when I do it seems the lessons are for me. This week was part of The Exodus. Everybody complaining too and about Moses. So they spent a little bit of time on "stop complaining". I won't go into length, but it was something I needed.
I think the biggest thing that help bring me out of my funk was seeing/ remembering others have it worse. I have nothing to complain about!!! Sure its a big deal to me I can't get up and run. But I will be able too. Sure it hurts, but in time it won't. So many others can't get up, others will always have pain. Its time to stop complaining and be greatful its not worse. So things might not turn out the way I want, but at least they'll turn out.
I have 4 weeks to that important race. I did activity this weekend and paid for it. So I know this next week will be hard and slow to try and run, along with the not so great weather. So maybe 3 weeks to train? One week spent on trying to make it the whole 3 miles needed without dying. 2nd week trying to increase speed and improve timing without dying. Maybe not too much in the 3rd week so I have energy at the end to actually race.
"A man must accept his fate, or be destroyed by it." I know I'm not going to do as good as I want or hoped for. But I'm not going to let it swallow me up into a pit of misery & dispair. Do what I can and hope for the best.
I am Spartacus
Saturday, February 27, 2010
An attempt on my life
There are many types of people in this world. Achievers, those that succeed, wealthy, happy, spriritual, honorable, go getters, do gooders, optimists, ect...
There are also slackers, lazies, poor, un-motivated, unhappy, pessimists, ect...
We've all heard the saying, "You can do anything if you put your mind to it". Well I believe I fall in the middle somewhere. I "attempt" things. I don't do them. I don't try at them. I don't work at them. I sometimes make an attempt.
Yeah thats not good, I know, but its what I know, its what I do. Sure I've had many failures because of it. But also some little success. A few examples:
I didn't work or try very hard in school, I made an attempt. In sports if I worked harder maybe I'd be better, nah I made an attempt. At work if I applied myself, tried & worked harder I could get some certifications and what not. I attempted too.
So anyways...
This time last year (March) I weighed 185lbs. Sure to some people thats not bad, no big deal right. I'm 5'7". Thats portly. Senior year in High School I was still 5'7" and soaking wet at 135lbs. Being married, working and eating alot of sandwhiches I hit hit maybe 140-145. So thats extra 40lbs I'm not used too.
10 years ago I moved to Utah valley after working at a cheese factory I wieghed about 180. Got a gym membership, actually "worked" at it. Ate better, worked out twice a week, in 7 months or so I was back at 155lbs. Endurance was great, I could play basketball for hours on end (wasn't very good because of previous "attempts") but still put in an effort and had fun. Schedule got crazy, stop going to the gym, pow- 185lbs again.
Last summer I wanted to run in 5k's with family members, so I had to build up endurance, stamina and drop some weight. not a problem for most people. I have this little thing called a sweet tooth. Maybe even at a time a little addiction to the donut and the bane of my existance- SODA. I had a little success. Holidays came, did not make an attempt to not eat the good stuff. With making an attempt at new years resolutions (be in shape to run better this summer)I have finally dropped below 160 pounds. Maybe if I worked at it, tried harder to eat better I could've hit 160 easily in a couple months last summer. but I only made an attempt. I still eat the burger & onion rings, I still drink the soda. But I make an attempt to eat/drink less. One 20oz soda a week is better than 2-3 a day!
I still have a soda gut. I may make an attempt to get rid of it.
I know jogging a couple miles a week is no big deal to most people, but to me 3 miles in an eternity.
Sure thats pretty sad. People could say, "You could do so much more if you just put in the effort". I know, but at least I made an attempt! Thats better than nothing, right? For me it feels good to say, "I did better than nothing".
I'm in no position to challenge or encourage people, but I am in a position to say, "Hey at least make an attempt".
May 22nd is the 2nd annual Kieth Young Memorial 5k. Last year I posted a time of 28:40. This year I will "attempt" to do better. I'm not a goal setting person of course, but if I were to set one, 26:20 is a time I would shoot for.
So for those of the family that didn't run it last year, make an attempt too.
Picture on the left is March '09, right side is September '09. Maybe the 2nd chin is just hiding under the gotee ;)
There are also slackers, lazies, poor, un-motivated, unhappy, pessimists, ect...
We've all heard the saying, "You can do anything if you put your mind to it". Well I believe I fall in the middle somewhere. I "attempt" things. I don't do them. I don't try at them. I don't work at them. I sometimes make an attempt.
Yeah thats not good, I know, but its what I know, its what I do. Sure I've had many failures because of it. But also some little success. A few examples:
I didn't work or try very hard in school, I made an attempt. In sports if I worked harder maybe I'd be better, nah I made an attempt. At work if I applied myself, tried & worked harder I could get some certifications and what not. I attempted too.
So anyways...
This time last year (March) I weighed 185lbs. Sure to some people thats not bad, no big deal right. I'm 5'7". Thats portly. Senior year in High School I was still 5'7" and soaking wet at 135lbs. Being married, working and eating alot of sandwhiches I hit hit maybe 140-145. So thats extra 40lbs I'm not used too.
10 years ago I moved to Utah valley after working at a cheese factory I wieghed about 180. Got a gym membership, actually "worked" at it. Ate better, worked out twice a week, in 7 months or so I was back at 155lbs. Endurance was great, I could play basketball for hours on end (wasn't very good because of previous "attempts") but still put in an effort and had fun. Schedule got crazy, stop going to the gym, pow- 185lbs again.
Last summer I wanted to run in 5k's with family members, so I had to build up endurance, stamina and drop some weight. not a problem for most people. I have this little thing called a sweet tooth. Maybe even at a time a little addiction to the donut and the bane of my existance- SODA. I had a little success. Holidays came, did not make an attempt to not eat the good stuff. With making an attempt at new years resolutions (be in shape to run better this summer)I have finally dropped below 160 pounds. Maybe if I worked at it, tried harder to eat better I could've hit 160 easily in a couple months last summer. but I only made an attempt. I still eat the burger & onion rings, I still drink the soda. But I make an attempt to eat/drink less. One 20oz soda a week is better than 2-3 a day!
I still have a soda gut. I may make an attempt to get rid of it.
I know jogging a couple miles a week is no big deal to most people, but to me 3 miles in an eternity.
Sure thats pretty sad. People could say, "You could do so much more if you just put in the effort". I know, but at least I made an attempt! Thats better than nothing, right? For me it feels good to say, "I did better than nothing".
I'm in no position to challenge or encourage people, but I am in a position to say, "Hey at least make an attempt".
May 22nd is the 2nd annual Kieth Young Memorial 5k. Last year I posted a time of 28:40. This year I will "attempt" to do better. I'm not a goal setting person of course, but if I were to set one, 26:20 is a time I would shoot for.
So for those of the family that didn't run it last year, make an attempt too.
Picture on the left is March '09, right side is September '09. Maybe the 2nd chin is just hiding under the gotee ;)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
2 for $20 at Applebee's
I'm never good at Valentine's day. Or this whole romance thing as a whole either. But I do know my sweatheart is still my sweatheart and we still like eachother, we still find time to do stuff together. Last October we saw a movie "Couple Retreat". In that movie there was this speech given by Vince Vaughn's character to John Favreau's. It basically boyles down to this:
"When you’re married, love is having someone to go to Applebee’s with. Nothing is worse than being alone at Applebee's on a Friday night."
May you all have someone to go with to Applebee's as I do :)
This year Valentines playlist
Couples Reatreat was halairious, should've been rated R, but halairious. And made us sad cuz the tropical island they went to was insanelly beautiful.
Friday, February 05, 2010
Crazy Train
Last Year's playlist:
Ever since I was a young lad I had this idea in my head that “people who ran are crazy”.
People who run aren’t all there, upstairs.
I was an active child, I played sports, sports that required running (football, basketball).
We always played at the part after school, we hiked the hills, ect…
Now running around and just plain running are different. Running up and down the court or field is different. Even ay times when I’ve been in the best shape of my life I could play basketball for hours on end. But in the scenario if the court was taken I’d run on the treadmill. I could maybe make it a mile, maybe mile and a half. My legs, knees, ankles and feet just couldn’t take it. My lungs struggled.
I couldn’t understand, why I could play basketball 2 days earlier for 3 hours, but I can’t run for 10 minutes?
I’d see these people running early in the morning or late at night. Sometimes close to traffic when no trails or sidewalks are available. I’d see these people, some of which I knew and thought were normal and ask, “Why do they do that? That’s so dumb, whats the point? Your not scoring any points, your not winning anything, your just running.
May 2009 it was brought to my attention a Memorial 5k run for a family friend who passed away a year earlier while running, practicing for a marathon. A couple family members were going to participate and encouraged me to do so.
I thought yeah that’s an awesome cause, what a cool thing to do to honor that man, but I can’t run, especially a 5k (3.2 miles). I was out of shape, hadn’t really exercised in years, a little over weight too.
But I was nudged. What could it hurt? I had 5 weeks to prepare. I kept making reasons why I couldn’t do this, no excuse, just reasons. Not enuff time, too slow, too fat, no time to practice running, can’t go very far, my legs hurt too bad, I don’t know how to run, ect…So much goes into it that I had no idea about. Breathing, pace, and some other stuff.
About 5 days before the race I was finally able to make it the 3 miles without stopping. It was slow, awkward and tuff, but I made it. About 35 minutes it took me.
Race day watching everyone there running was something. I made it in 29 minutes. It was cool to make it without stopping, cool to get that time, of course that time stinks, but at the time I didn’t know it. Afterwards I thought maybe I can keep this up, help me get in shape, use this as a kick off/starting point.
A month later a was encouraged to do another 5k, Pleasant Grove strawberry days. I said ok, training was a little easier, a little. Running was still hard for me. But I did it, felt good, pushed a little hard cuz I wanted to catch others. Made it in 24:55. I never thought I could post that good of improvement. Paid the price though. Hurt my calf, not sure is I tore or strained a muscle, surprised I had any in there. Couple weeks later back went out. Couldn’t run anymore. August came and passed thru a town with celebrations going on with a 5k included. So I decided to do it, see if I could. Practiced a few times, it was tough. Raced, posted 28 minutes. Felt pretty bad. Couple weeks later our church ward did a 5k, did it, posted 27 minutes. Improvement.
Another race in PG was coming up, decided to do it. Did a little better on the eating, training, lost a couple pounds, posted a 24.35.
That was the end of the running for the year. Tried running a couple times to stay in shape, but it just wasn’t there.
Cold weather, darkness started, so I decided to call it quits for the season. Packed back on the pounds I lost and the slow pace.
Anyways, call the men in white coats cuz I’m gonna do it all over again, plus some.
Last year I did 4 registered 5k’s and 1 “just for fun”.
This year my goal is to do those same 4, plus 4 more and 1 half marathon. Its with hard to go jogging with the cold and the darkness. Only went a couple times so far this year. Started playing basketball on Tuesday's Saturday's when I can, that will help with the aerobic side a little bit.. I’m hoping to do a 5k in March “leprechaun run” in SLC, one in April in West Jordan in order to prepare myself better for The 2nd annual Memorial 5k. I’m hoping I can post a 25 minute or better on that one. In September the Beethoven I’m hoping for a 22 minute.
I’m hoping for weight loss, endurance and beating people.
Its still crazy, it doesn’t get much easier, but when you get results it helps. Theres also something else to it, just like all sports its an escape. Theres an advertisement from a movie that goes a little like this:
"You don't stand in front of a mirror before a run and wonder what the road will think of your outfit. You don't have to listen to its jokes and pretend they're funny in order to run on it. It would not be easier to run if you dressed sexier. The road does not care how old you are. You do not feel uncomfortable because you make more money than the road. And you can call on the road, whenever you feel like it, whether it has been a day, or even a couple of hours since your last date. The only thing the road cares about is that you pay it a visit once in a while. No games, just sports."
It's still crazy,runners are a few sandwhichs short of a picnic. But I can see where they are comming from now. For the 30 minutes or so while I'm out there on the road I'm not worried about the kids, or the job, or the hustle & bustle of life. I'm only worried about not stepping in poo, regulating my breathing, adjusting my pace, adjusting my playlist, stuff like that. Its the only thing close to alone time I can get really. Even tho its not fun, its an escape of a sorts I guess.
I've got a pretty sweet playlist for this year so far. Come March we'll see how it compares, its a little more kick @$$ then the last one, Thanks Sick Puppies!
Ever since I was a young lad I had this idea in my head that “people who ran are crazy”.
People who run aren’t all there, upstairs.
I was an active child, I played sports, sports that required running (football, basketball).
We always played at the part after school, we hiked the hills, ect…
Now running around and just plain running are different. Running up and down the court or field is different. Even ay times when I’ve been in the best shape of my life I could play basketball for hours on end. But in the scenario if the court was taken I’d run on the treadmill. I could maybe make it a mile, maybe mile and a half. My legs, knees, ankles and feet just couldn’t take it. My lungs struggled.
I couldn’t understand, why I could play basketball 2 days earlier for 3 hours, but I can’t run for 10 minutes?
I’d see these people running early in the morning or late at night. Sometimes close to traffic when no trails or sidewalks are available. I’d see these people, some of which I knew and thought were normal and ask, “Why do they do that? That’s so dumb, whats the point? Your not scoring any points, your not winning anything, your just running.
May 2009 it was brought to my attention a Memorial 5k run for a family friend who passed away a year earlier while running, practicing for a marathon. A couple family members were going to participate and encouraged me to do so.
I thought yeah that’s an awesome cause, what a cool thing to do to honor that man, but I can’t run, especially a 5k (3.2 miles). I was out of shape, hadn’t really exercised in years, a little over weight too.
But I was nudged. What could it hurt? I had 5 weeks to prepare. I kept making reasons why I couldn’t do this, no excuse, just reasons. Not enuff time, too slow, too fat, no time to practice running, can’t go very far, my legs hurt too bad, I don’t know how to run, ect…So much goes into it that I had no idea about. Breathing, pace, and some other stuff.
About 5 days before the race I was finally able to make it the 3 miles without stopping. It was slow, awkward and tuff, but I made it. About 35 minutes it took me.
Race day watching everyone there running was something. I made it in 29 minutes. It was cool to make it without stopping, cool to get that time, of course that time stinks, but at the time I didn’t know it. Afterwards I thought maybe I can keep this up, help me get in shape, use this as a kick off/starting point.
A month later a was encouraged to do another 5k, Pleasant Grove strawberry days. I said ok, training was a little easier, a little. Running was still hard for me. But I did it, felt good, pushed a little hard cuz I wanted to catch others. Made it in 24:55. I never thought I could post that good of improvement. Paid the price though. Hurt my calf, not sure is I tore or strained a muscle, surprised I had any in there. Couple weeks later back went out. Couldn’t run anymore. August came and passed thru a town with celebrations going on with a 5k included. So I decided to do it, see if I could. Practiced a few times, it was tough. Raced, posted 28 minutes. Felt pretty bad. Couple weeks later our church ward did a 5k, did it, posted 27 minutes. Improvement.
Another race in PG was coming up, decided to do it. Did a little better on the eating, training, lost a couple pounds, posted a 24.35.
That was the end of the running for the year. Tried running a couple times to stay in shape, but it just wasn’t there.
Cold weather, darkness started, so I decided to call it quits for the season. Packed back on the pounds I lost and the slow pace.
Anyways, call the men in white coats cuz I’m gonna do it all over again, plus some.
Last year I did 4 registered 5k’s and 1 “just for fun”.
This year my goal is to do those same 4, plus 4 more and 1 half marathon. Its with hard to go jogging with the cold and the darkness. Only went a couple times so far this year. Started playing basketball on Tuesday's Saturday's when I can, that will help with the aerobic side a little bit.. I’m hoping to do a 5k in March “leprechaun run” in SLC, one in April in West Jordan in order to prepare myself better for The 2nd annual Memorial 5k. I’m hoping I can post a 25 minute or better on that one. In September the Beethoven I’m hoping for a 22 minute.
I’m hoping for weight loss, endurance and beating people.
Its still crazy, it doesn’t get much easier, but when you get results it helps. Theres also something else to it, just like all sports its an escape. Theres an advertisement from a movie that goes a little like this:
"You don't stand in front of a mirror before a run and wonder what the road will think of your outfit. You don't have to listen to its jokes and pretend they're funny in order to run on it. It would not be easier to run if you dressed sexier. The road does not care how old you are. You do not feel uncomfortable because you make more money than the road. And you can call on the road, whenever you feel like it, whether it has been a day, or even a couple of hours since your last date. The only thing the road cares about is that you pay it a visit once in a while. No games, just sports."
It's still crazy,runners are a few sandwhichs short of a picnic. But I can see where they are comming from now. For the 30 minutes or so while I'm out there on the road I'm not worried about the kids, or the job, or the hustle & bustle of life. I'm only worried about not stepping in poo, regulating my breathing, adjusting my pace, adjusting my playlist, stuff like that. Its the only thing close to alone time I can get really. Even tho its not fun, its an escape of a sorts I guess.
I've got a pretty sweet playlist for this year so far. Come March we'll see how it compares, its a little more kick @$$ then the last one, Thanks Sick Puppies!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Throwback
So its Retro week or something. Facebook has taken over from blogging. So I'll use the blog for status updates that are too long or something.
Or just share good news for people who like bad news!
Anyways,
Thinking of retro week, theres alot of throwback things going on. This year in the NFL teams had a couple weeks wearing a throwback jersey. Throwback being from 70's or something.
Coke, Pepsi and a handful of other sodas went back to old packaging and using old school flavors.
Classic rock/pop and all that jazz is always around. Which brings me to this post.
When I was a young lad in the 80's, maybe around 8 or so. Laying in the bed at night with the 'ol walkman on listening to the radio, this songs comes on I freaked me out.
Freaked me out for awhile. Not knowing anything at that age, if you listen to the lyrics, it can play some serious tricks on your mind. I probably thought of Medusa from the classic "Clash of The Titans" movie.
I listened to this the other day, first time in a long time. Listened to it a couple times since. Still makes me think about sitting there in the dark listening to it on the walkman. Probably ran out and watched TV till I fell asleep.
Or just share good news for people who like bad news!
Anyways,
Thinking of retro week, theres alot of throwback things going on. This year in the NFL teams had a couple weeks wearing a throwback jersey. Throwback being from 70's or something.
Coke, Pepsi and a handful of other sodas went back to old packaging and using old school flavors.
Classic rock/pop and all that jazz is always around. Which brings me to this post.
When I was a young lad in the 80's, maybe around 8 or so. Laying in the bed at night with the 'ol walkman on listening to the radio, this songs comes on I freaked me out.
Freaked me out for awhile. Not knowing anything at that age, if you listen to the lyrics, it can play some serious tricks on your mind. I probably thought of Medusa from the classic "Clash of The Titans" movie.
I listened to this the other day, first time in a long time. Listened to it a couple times since. Still makes me think about sitting there in the dark listening to it on the walkman. Probably ran out and watched TV till I fell asleep.
Friday, May 08, 2009
mother: a biological and/or social female parent of an offspring
Having children, when you think about it, goes against every act of common sense we have.
If a stranger came up to you and asked to come stay with you for the next 18-20 years, would you let him? You know nothing of his/her personality, they've done nothing for you, they are a stranger.
He also tells you in the first 2-5 years of living with you, "I'm gonna puke, pee and vomit on everything you own, including you.While I'm around you won't get but 2-3 hours of sleep a night. In the next 5-10 after that, "I'm gonna break yours and neighbors stuff, embarass you, and make you help me with my work. You'll have to pay for doctor bills, take care of me when I'm sick or hurt, and fight with me to take my medicine and earn my keep.
In the next 5 years after that,"I'm gonna barrow your car, make you a nervous wreck. I'm probably going to wreck your car too. Bring my dirty,sloppy,distgusting friends over and trash your house and keep you awake with ou loud music and talking".
Also in the next couple years following, "I may have you pay for my further education, my wedding,and anything else I can come up with".
"Oh hey, while I'm thinking, there may or may not be others just like me asking for the same thing! They'll start this process over & over every couple of years".
If you think about it, thats what happens. Thats why the females are mothers. As a man I would've punched that dude in the face and said, "Are you kidding me"?
Mothers are optomist. They will bring hope and love into any situation. They will feed,clean and cloth these strangers. Mend their wounds,take care of their sickness, and tolerate their loud friends. Do their work, pay their bills, all in the hope that these strangers may one day produce another round of strangers that they can help with.
I know a couple of these crazy people we call mothers. I have one, I was that stranger she took in. I married one and she has taken 4 of these strangers in.
Happy Mother's day you psychos!
If a stranger came up to you and asked to come stay with you for the next 18-20 years, would you let him? You know nothing of his/her personality, they've done nothing for you, they are a stranger.
He also tells you in the first 2-5 years of living with you, "I'm gonna puke, pee and vomit on everything you own, including you.While I'm around you won't get but 2-3 hours of sleep a night. In the next 5-10 after that, "I'm gonna break yours and neighbors stuff, embarass you, and make you help me with my work. You'll have to pay for doctor bills, take care of me when I'm sick or hurt, and fight with me to take my medicine and earn my keep.
In the next 5 years after that,"I'm gonna barrow your car, make you a nervous wreck. I'm probably going to wreck your car too. Bring my dirty,sloppy,distgusting friends over and trash your house and keep you awake with ou loud music and talking".
Also in the next couple years following, "I may have you pay for my further education, my wedding,and anything else I can come up with".
"Oh hey, while I'm thinking, there may or may not be others just like me asking for the same thing! They'll start this process over & over every couple of years".
If you think about it, thats what happens. Thats why the females are mothers. As a man I would've punched that dude in the face and said, "Are you kidding me"?
Mothers are optomist. They will bring hope and love into any situation. They will feed,clean and cloth these strangers. Mend their wounds,take care of their sickness, and tolerate their loud friends. Do their work, pay their bills, all in the hope that these strangers may one day produce another round of strangers that they can help with.
I know a couple of these crazy people we call mothers. I have one, I was that stranger she took in. I married one and she has taken 4 of these strangers in.
Happy Mother's day you psychos!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Beasts...
...or to put it nicely has Liz does - Beastie Pies. As if for somereason that makes it better?
So this morning the children were being "beasts", so Liz decides to take them out of the house, go for a drive, get the wiggles out or something.
They stop by the office to say,"hi". We go in the back so its not so loud (comunications business, people on the phone). So there running around playing with everything,screaming at eachother, that whole bit. So I say lets go get some lunch, go to a park, get thier wiggles out.
But first we need to make a stop in the restroom. No big deal right? With beasts, wrong!
Owen takes care of business, try to get Oliver to, nope, too busy checking out the bathroom. Let me paint a picture here:
1 stall, 1 urinal, 1 sink. We (3) are in the stall. Owen goes first, while I'm messing with Oliver someone else walks into the restroom to use the urinal. Owen's done, high tails in out of there underneath the door of the stall. He starts running around making fighting noises.
So I'm conscience of him, I look at the floor through the stall, nervous about what he's gonna say, what he's going to do. I see him go up to the back of this "other guy" and hear him make the "punching sound". I see the stranger's feet and body give, immediately followed by a ,"Hey!"
If anyone knows Owen, knows according to him you have a target painted on you at all times. Luckily Owen didn't use his head this time. 90% of the time he comes at you with his largest and strongest object, his head. Its like a hockey check up against the wall when that happens. This stranger was lucky he got away with a play punch to the bum, other wise he coulda fell into the urinal, then the floor.
Sure thats funny as all get up. Unless your the parent of that beast. Its a little embarrasing. Needless to say me and Oliver didn't come out until that guy was gone.
Anyways, anyone looking for some company this summer?
X-Men Beast
Carpenter's Bless the Beasts & the Children
Our Beastie Pie
So this morning the children were being "beasts", so Liz decides to take them out of the house, go for a drive, get the wiggles out or something.
They stop by the office to say,"hi". We go in the back so its not so loud (comunications business, people on the phone). So there running around playing with everything,screaming at eachother, that whole bit. So I say lets go get some lunch, go to a park, get thier wiggles out.
But first we need to make a stop in the restroom. No big deal right? With beasts, wrong!
Owen takes care of business, try to get Oliver to, nope, too busy checking out the bathroom. Let me paint a picture here:
1 stall, 1 urinal, 1 sink. We (3) are in the stall. Owen goes first, while I'm messing with Oliver someone else walks into the restroom to use the urinal. Owen's done, high tails in out of there underneath the door of the stall. He starts running around making fighting noises.
So I'm conscience of him, I look at the floor through the stall, nervous about what he's gonna say, what he's going to do. I see him go up to the back of this "other guy" and hear him make the "punching sound". I see the stranger's feet and body give, immediately followed by a ,"Hey!"
If anyone knows Owen, knows according to him you have a target painted on you at all times. Luckily Owen didn't use his head this time. 90% of the time he comes at you with his largest and strongest object, his head. Its like a hockey check up against the wall when that happens. This stranger was lucky he got away with a play punch to the bum, other wise he coulda fell into the urinal, then the floor.
Sure thats funny as all get up. Unless your the parent of that beast. Its a little embarrasing. Needless to say me and Oliver didn't come out until that guy was gone.
Anyways, anyone looking for some company this summer?
X-Men Beast
Carpenter's Bless the Beasts & the Children
Our Beastie Pie
Thursday, March 05, 2009
San Diego
So I went on a short business trip to San Diego this week.
Nothing really to blog or brag about. No interesting stories, nothing of significance. Just something to post I guess to keep this thing going.
Next week Liz & I are going to California for a getaway, so I'll let Liz post about that.
Anywho, last time I was in San diego was back in 94' or something. It was August and like 120 degrees. We went to the beach but it was close due to jelly fish. We did see jets flying around from the bases there.
So I was down there installing some phones systems and training a guy at the same time so he can do future ones there (he's closer).
The weather this time was great! When I landed monday it was a balmy 70 (hot). After ariving down by the marina the wind shifted and cloud cover came in. Turned out nice. Temperature dropped with a cool breeze off the ocean, nice!
Heres a pic from just down the block from 1st install. In the bay next to downtown San Diego.
Tuesday a little of the same. Little warmer though. Did a couple installs, took a good chunk of the day so I didn't get to do any site seeing or hit the beach.
Wednesday was a bright sunny day and not too hot. First install was right on the beach. Front yard was a little cove where the seals came to lay out. Still too busy to go up and club one.
I headed out a little early so I could drive the coast. Stopped and took a pic with my phone of a little cove and a tall building next to the beach.
Turns out that building was our install. Sweet! The building is an apartment complex, only 1.5 Million for a 2 bedroom 1 bath. Petty cash.
Heres a sweet view from the roof. Wish we had time to go down to the beach and club that baby seal.
I know, right! Your feeling for me.
Flying out that night was cool. Some foggy,rain clouds billowed in and created a cool view of the city lights through them and of the coast (no picture).
Flying into a blizzard in SLC was fun too (not for the faint of heart).
Got to my car, and drove home in a blizzard.
Little bit of a contrast. I'm hitting the beach next week though!
Nothing really to blog or brag about. No interesting stories, nothing of significance. Just something to post I guess to keep this thing going.
Next week Liz & I are going to California for a getaway, so I'll let Liz post about that.
Anywho, last time I was in San diego was back in 94' or something. It was August and like 120 degrees. We went to the beach but it was close due to jelly fish. We did see jets flying around from the bases there.
So I was down there installing some phones systems and training a guy at the same time so he can do future ones there (he's closer).
The weather this time was great! When I landed monday it was a balmy 70 (hot). After ariving down by the marina the wind shifted and cloud cover came in. Turned out nice. Temperature dropped with a cool breeze off the ocean, nice!
Heres a pic from just down the block from 1st install. In the bay next to downtown San Diego.
Tuesday a little of the same. Little warmer though. Did a couple installs, took a good chunk of the day so I didn't get to do any site seeing or hit the beach.
Wednesday was a bright sunny day and not too hot. First install was right on the beach. Front yard was a little cove where the seals came to lay out. Still too busy to go up and club one.
I headed out a little early so I could drive the coast. Stopped and took a pic with my phone of a little cove and a tall building next to the beach.
Turns out that building was our install. Sweet! The building is an apartment complex, only 1.5 Million for a 2 bedroom 1 bath. Petty cash.
Heres a sweet view from the roof. Wish we had time to go down to the beach and club that baby seal.
I know, right! Your feeling for me.
Flying out that night was cool. Some foggy,rain clouds billowed in and created a cool view of the city lights through them and of the coast (no picture).
Flying into a blizzard in SLC was fun too (not for the faint of heart).
Got to my car, and drove home in a blizzard.
Little bit of a contrast. I'm hitting the beach next week though!
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