rear view mirror
My stupid rear view mirror fell of the windhsield for the third time. The glue kits from the Auto Zone didn’t hold up. The last thing was super glue. Guess that didn’t work either. What next.
Oh crap, the pain, self inflicted kind
Well, isn’t most pain self-inflicted to some degree.
The pain I talk about is extremely self imposed. The struggle to get through the day is all my fault. I made a decision and have to suffer the consequences. The great thing is that no one else can go down the journey of pain with me. I ask myself why do I bother doing this to myself. For a short time I think about it. Then, I realize the pain will go and I will get stronger. Right?
The pain I talk about came because I took a huge step in my life.
I jogged.
Ran or whatever, it probably didn’t look real good either. Now my legs are killing me. The other night I went out for my usual walk and decided to step up the exercise to a whole new level. I had used some birthday money to get a new pair of shoes on memorial day; $20.00 for some Reeboks that are normally $75.00.
See, this encompasses my goal that I now vow to keep. A few months ago, actually back in July or August of last year, I decided to finally lose weight and exercise. I started eating less and exercising more, which resulted in about a loss of 20 pounds. I contiue to exercise but want to keep the weight off. In fact I would like to lose a little more poundage off this body. My goal is to be at a comfortable unmentioned weight and have great abs. The tire around my belly has not been appealing for a few years.
This is where the great shoes and jogging come in, not to mention the pain in my legs. I thought ‘hey, jogging is a good thing. I have really good shoes now. Let’s go.’ So, I went around the neighborhood thumping out a few quick steps I like to call jogging. Then I walked for a bit, then I did quick steps that look like joggin again combine with some wonderful euphoric thoughts of how this is super.
I can’t say the thought was completely my own. I talked to a neighbor recently that also often jogs around the neighborhood. He mentioned the burn you feel as you are aout to hit the point of exhaustion, but you go past that. Another friend of mine mentioned on her blog the jogging that she has taken up. I guess I am prone to peer pressure for a good thing.
I have also tried to eat better to help lose the weight and keep it off. I don’t eat as much as I use to. I use to eat a lot of food at one sitting. I sort of becomes a mind game. Do you keep eating after you are full and don’t need anymore. I would answer that question with ‘yes’ I would keep eating no matter what. Well, I am trying to change that. Today for lunch we are having some brown rice and vienna sauage. We had the same thing yesterday.
So, through this journey I go of changing many things in my life. I accept the person I once was and change to what I want.
What I am currently reading – Finding Your Own North Star
What I am currently reading:
Finding Your Own North Star by Martha Beck. I have temporarily put The Origin of Species down to read this book. i have previously read another of Martha Becks book. And if I knew how I would link to the blog about Leaving The Saints.
Anyway, this is a very insightful book thus far. She takes a very emotional approach to life’s problems. Beck is an excellently humorous writer. She speaks with a voice that says she understands what the reader is thinking. Unlike most self help or motivational books, she has placed exercises in her book to help the reader. The exercises make me think about my past, as well as, the present.
I know that I will find my North Star soon.
why not a camera
Wouldn’t it have been great to take a few pictures this past weekend, especially when family gets together. There is a good reason there are no pictures to post when there were many wonderful moments.
Starting with Thursday, my birthday, we did not have a camera ready. I was greeted with excitement as I walked into the kitchen with some decorations and bags on the table. I enjoyed the enthusiasm of the kids. Devri seems to like surprises. Both David and Devri sang Happy Birthday while Denise brought a cake into the kitchen. I like that cake. Their silly little grins is what makes a good birthday. No pictures of that brief moment. It is my fault for not being prepared.
Friday Denise had the camera and bought some film for the dress rehearsal of Devri’s recital. But, the next day as all the grandparents, minus one, were at the recital where we did not get pictures with them and Devri. Again, I was not as prepared as some of the grandparents. They had cameras.
Sunday evening would have been a good time to have the camera. We had dinner at the grandparent’s in Arlington for my birthday. We did not have a camera for the festive event. I did like the cake though. And the steaks. I think we need more pictures of the grandparents. I can’t forget to be prepared next time.
I told someone recently that it may be true I don’t have the father or mother I want. An exception to that is the fact that the woman that has acted and been a mother to me is the woman married to my father. No, that is not my biological mother. But when we want something bad as a child, the person that provides what we need does not have to be biological. These are the words we haven’t said aloud. I am too afraid to. I am too afraid of the feelings of the other person. Not that the feelings could be good or bad, I just don’t want to know. That is the part of me that would rather hide. The other part of me knows that the woman married to my father for 30 years knows me better than my mother. Sorry I didn’t say Happy Mother’s Day.
Garden Carrots
I have a few garden helpers; David, Devri, or Beauty (the new carrot top flattener and general garden gnome fluffball collecting all sorts for burrs on her furr). The other day Devri helped me pick some carrots that are ready. She told me that the weird ones were hers to eat.
Then, a close up
I think this is a fun experiment to do with the kids.
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday.
Yeah, my birthday. I forgot how old I am, that’s why my wife tells me.
I want….. everything I have.
Grade
Technical Editing- not an A.
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The Origin of Species
Currently reading:
I am currently reading The Origin of Species. This is one heck of a book. I thought reading this book would bring better understanding to all the hoopla surrounding it. I mean, don’t dispute something if you haven’t read the book. I bet many people who disagree with Evolution have not studied it. That’s right I did not add the word ‘theory’ infront of Evolution. And I capitalized it as well.
Beauty and Bo – or Beauty and the Beast
Bo, the boxer, checks out the new playmate. Beauty, the new toy for Bo, has been giving it her best shot at tormenting Bo. Who would have thought that a little dog could tolerate a bigger dog. So, this, the little black dog named Beauty, is the new addition to our family. She has not learned to stay out of the garden yet. It’s not too bad if she doesn’t walk on the plants. Yesterday she got in the onion bed while I was pulling out the weeds. She nipped at my hand. She was funny walking in the stalks of the onions. The carrots have also became prey to her flattening. She will keep me on my toes about getting rid of the weeds. Her little furry body sucks up the clover burrs.
