Okay for all you gym newbies, there are some unwritten rules that you have to live by in the gym. I was doing squats today and had one of the neck pads on the bar. So I finish my set and start to unload some weights to make it lighter, then this kid walks up and takes the neck pad and walks away!
I was like, "Hey, (louder) HEY!" He takes off his headphones, "Oh were you using this?"
"What do you think I'm doing here?!", I yell. He apologetically gives it back.
Then later when I'm using the leg press, he comes over and steals in a set without even asking me if he could work in!
I didn't say anything that time, but I was thinking this guy is killing me right now!
I think he was a little der, der der, and I felt kind of bad yelling at him afterwards. I really need to learn how to confront people sans the anger. Even when I think I'm not yelling or looking angry people will always say different.
So here are some more etiquette tips to help you survive whilst at the gym so you don't get pounded by some 300lb gorilla:
1) Don't take a machine or a weight that someone else is using
2) Ask to work in if you want to use the same machine as someone else
3) Wipe down your sweat
4) Put your weights away. (Ok if you have worked out so hard you feel like throwing up, I can understand if you leave them).
5) Don't hog a machine. (I do this all the time).
6) Don't hog two machines. (I do this all the time too).
7) Don't spot someone if you don't know how, they could die.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Pros and Cons of Alcohol
Pros
1) Relaxes me
2) Makes me feel sedated/high
3) Usually makes whatever I am doing seem more enjoyable
4) Makes me more social at times
5) Most people drink so it helps me to fit in at social gatherings at work, etc.
6) It's my favorite hobby, the thing that I look forward to doing the most
Cons
1) My wife hates it
2) Expensive
3) Bad for my health
4) Sometimes makes me angry, violent, argumentative
5) Can't drive
6) Don't have full control of my gross motor skills
7) Blackouts
8) Makes me anti-social sometimes
9) Can't effectively watch my kids
10) Feel physically crappy the next day
11) Makes me feel depressed
12) Don't want to pass on alcoholism to my sons
13) Alcohol destroyed my family growing up
14) Have no control of how much I drink
15) Makes me completetly ineffective the next day
16) Diarrhea
17) Bible says not to get drunk
18) Takes away any ambition or desire to do anything besides drink
When I drink I drink for the high, the buzz, but most of the time I don't even get a clean one. It's usually a sloppy buzz. And most of the time, actually all the time I drink past the point of feeling buzzed to either keep chasing it or keep it going, and then I black out and fall asleep.
Is it even really that fun!? Wouldn't I have a better time at doing whatever it is I am doing if I was able to do it coherently and remember doing it!? What is this constant need to chase that high, to desire the feeling of sedation? I guess that is why they call it an addiction, a habit, a compulsion, a need, a dependence, a craving, a compulsion, an infatuation, an obsession. I'm physiologically and psychologically dependent on it. My God how I love it though!
1) Relaxes me
2) Makes me feel sedated/high
3) Usually makes whatever I am doing seem more enjoyable
4) Makes me more social at times
5) Most people drink so it helps me to fit in at social gatherings at work, etc.
6) It's my favorite hobby, the thing that I look forward to doing the most
Cons
1) My wife hates it
2) Expensive
3) Bad for my health
4) Sometimes makes me angry, violent, argumentative
5) Can't drive
6) Don't have full control of my gross motor skills
7) Blackouts
8) Makes me anti-social sometimes
9) Can't effectively watch my kids
10) Feel physically crappy the next day
11) Makes me feel depressed
12) Don't want to pass on alcoholism to my sons
13) Alcohol destroyed my family growing up
14) Have no control of how much I drink
15) Makes me completetly ineffective the next day
16) Diarrhea
17) Bible says not to get drunk
18) Takes away any ambition or desire to do anything besides drink
When I drink I drink for the high, the buzz, but most of the time I don't even get a clean one. It's usually a sloppy buzz. And most of the time, actually all the time I drink past the point of feeling buzzed to either keep chasing it or keep it going, and then I black out and fall asleep.
Is it even really that fun!? Wouldn't I have a better time at doing whatever it is I am doing if I was able to do it coherently and remember doing it!? What is this constant need to chase that high, to desire the feeling of sedation? I guess that is why they call it an addiction, a habit, a compulsion, a need, a dependence, a craving, a compulsion, an infatuation, an obsession. I'm physiologically and psychologically dependent on it. My God how I love it though!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Intercessory Prayer
I got a letter from our new sponsor child John Carlo the other day. He is one of the kids whose compassion center we visited on our Philippines trip.
What blew me away in his letter was that he said he was devoting himself to praying for me and my health. It’s so astounding to think that I am so blessed and honored to have someone pray for me on a routinely basis from across the world. I admit I was a little bit taken aback and had to lift up a quick moment of thanksgiving to God for being able to experience this and to pray for John and his huge family.
I have another friend that I have mentioned before, Nelly. Despite our age differences we became close on our trip, and we have been keeping in contact via email. At least once every other week she emails Mary and I just keeping in touch, sharing, and letting us know that we are in her thoughts and prayers. How freaking amazing is that!
Again honored and blessed are the only words that come to mind. It is a great reminder of how we as Christians are bound together and though separated by great distances, we can instantly lift up an intercessory prayer for those we know and love. Again how freaking amazing is that! It just blows your mind.
What blew me away in his letter was that he said he was devoting himself to praying for me and my health. It’s so astounding to think that I am so blessed and honored to have someone pray for me on a routinely basis from across the world. I admit I was a little bit taken aback and had to lift up a quick moment of thanksgiving to God for being able to experience this and to pray for John and his huge family.
I have another friend that I have mentioned before, Nelly. Despite our age differences we became close on our trip, and we have been keeping in contact via email. At least once every other week she emails Mary and I just keeping in touch, sharing, and letting us know that we are in her thoughts and prayers. How freaking amazing is that!
Again honored and blessed are the only words that come to mind. It is a great reminder of how we as Christians are bound together and though separated by great distances, we can instantly lift up an intercessory prayer for those we know and love. Again how freaking amazing is that! It just blows your mind.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
2 Kings 5
I’ve always liked the story of Naaman. Maybe because I could relate to his skin condition somewhat. I have leprosy. No I don’t, but in college I had a break out of keloids on my chest, tons of them and I had to get them injected at the dermatologist for years. Keloids are just overhealed scar tissue, but I had tons of them on my chest and it looked unsightly. That’s the main reason why I got the large dragon tattoo on my chest, to cover up the scars, and also to look bad ass.
Anyways Naaman was this great general, rich, powerful, but he had leprosy. When he went to get healing, he scoffed because all he had to do was get naked and dip in the Jordan river. He expected more of a show, after all he was this important and powerful person.
Our church needs a lot of help. I was thinking lately of things that I can do to help our church. I guess in a way I was acting like Naaman, thinking that I needed to something grand, because I am so important. But I realized that the simple small things are just as important. Throwing away the garbage every Sunday, putting the chairs and table away after service, watching the kids, providing Sunday snacks. Those are the things that nobody gets recognized for doing but are so crucial to our Sunday service.
Attitude is important too. Lately I haven’t been getting much out of the messages, but whose fault is that? The biblical principles are sound. Maybe it’s my heart that is cold and unaccepting of the word. Maybe I am expecting some type of grand theatrical show, that gets me excited. I need to humble myself and reexamine the simple message of the gospel.
Second lesson for me, Gehazi, the poor servant of Elisha. He was only looking out for his and his Master’s own welfare. But Elisha rebuked him saying, “is this the time to be hoarding for ourselves!?” Dude got leprosy.
I have much, God has blessed me. But sometime I can get really petty like Gehazi. Recently we gave away two snap and go sets along with a stroller to our house cleaners. I remember thinking we should sell them on Craigslist instead, I bet we could get at least $100. I even suggested that we hold on to them and give them to our friends who might have babies in the future. I wasn’t really even thinking that, I just wanted to hold onto them.
How petty is that!? What are we gonna do with $100? Our friends wouldn’t even accept a used snap and go set. They of course would want to buy a new set of their own for their precious child. But I had people in front of me who would willingly and happily accept our used gear and I was hesitant to let it go. Luckily I have a better half, who helps me to see outside of myself sometimes.
Anyways Naaman was this great general, rich, powerful, but he had leprosy. When he went to get healing, he scoffed because all he had to do was get naked and dip in the Jordan river. He expected more of a show, after all he was this important and powerful person.
Our church needs a lot of help. I was thinking lately of things that I can do to help our church. I guess in a way I was acting like Naaman, thinking that I needed to something grand, because I am so important. But I realized that the simple small things are just as important. Throwing away the garbage every Sunday, putting the chairs and table away after service, watching the kids, providing Sunday snacks. Those are the things that nobody gets recognized for doing but are so crucial to our Sunday service.
Attitude is important too. Lately I haven’t been getting much out of the messages, but whose fault is that? The biblical principles are sound. Maybe it’s my heart that is cold and unaccepting of the word. Maybe I am expecting some type of grand theatrical show, that gets me excited. I need to humble myself and reexamine the simple message of the gospel.
Second lesson for me, Gehazi, the poor servant of Elisha. He was only looking out for his and his Master’s own welfare. But Elisha rebuked him saying, “is this the time to be hoarding for ourselves!?” Dude got leprosy.
I have much, God has blessed me. But sometime I can get really petty like Gehazi. Recently we gave away two snap and go sets along with a stroller to our house cleaners. I remember thinking we should sell them on Craigslist instead, I bet we could get at least $100. I even suggested that we hold on to them and give them to our friends who might have babies in the future. I wasn’t really even thinking that, I just wanted to hold onto them.
How petty is that!? What are we gonna do with $100? Our friends wouldn’t even accept a used snap and go set. They of course would want to buy a new set of their own for their precious child. But I had people in front of me who would willingly and happily accept our used gear and I was hesitant to let it go. Luckily I have a better half, who helps me to see outside of myself sometimes.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Deuteronomy 31
"Now write down for yourselves this song and teach it to the Israelites and have them sing it, so that it may be a witness for me against them. 20 When I have brought them into the land flowing with milk and honey, the land I promised on oath to their forefathers, and when they eat their fill and thrive, they will turn to other gods and worship them, rejecting me and breaking my covenant. 21 And when many disasters and difficulties come upon them, this song will testify against them, because it will not be forgotten by their descendants. I know what they are disposed to do, even before I bring them into the land I promised them on oath." 22 So Moses wrote down this song that day and taught it to the Israelites.
When they have eaten their fill and thrive, they will turn to other gods and worship them. Recently I shared a testimony at my church about my Philippines trip. I stated that in comparison to the many poor people I visited in the Philippines, people in America, well at least the ones I see, don’t need God. We are self sufficient and thriving. We have all eaten our fill and continue to do so every day.
We have food to eat in plenty, warm clothes to wear, roof over our head, hot running water, comfortable bed, and we have an assortment of entertainment options at our disposal. What need do we have for God!?
God said he knows his people, when they have enough they become complacent and lazy. “I know what they are disposed to do”, he says. The Israelites when lost and wondering in the desert relied on God and called out to him for their needs. For manna when they were hungry, water from rocks when they were thirsty, for direction when they were lost. But as soon as they reach the Promised Land, a place flowing with milk and honey, they turn to other gods.
The story of the Israelites wandering in the desert is an allegory of us today. We may not turn to actual physical idols, but instead we turn to sexual immorality, laziness, hoarding of wealth, accomplishments, drugs, you name them.
Even good things can become idols of worship in our lives. Our own children, they are such a sweet, rich blessing, but when parents start to live their own lives through their kids and start putting unrealistic expectations on them, twisting them with their own pathologies, then that sweet blessing can become tainted.
When they have eaten their fill and thrive, they will turn to other gods and worship them. Recently I shared a testimony at my church about my Philippines trip. I stated that in comparison to the many poor people I visited in the Philippines, people in America, well at least the ones I see, don’t need God. We are self sufficient and thriving. We have all eaten our fill and continue to do so every day.
We have food to eat in plenty, warm clothes to wear, roof over our head, hot running water, comfortable bed, and we have an assortment of entertainment options at our disposal. What need do we have for God!?
God said he knows his people, when they have enough they become complacent and lazy. “I know what they are disposed to do”, he says. The Israelites when lost and wondering in the desert relied on God and called out to him for their needs. For manna when they were hungry, water from rocks when they were thirsty, for direction when they were lost. But as soon as they reach the Promised Land, a place flowing with milk and honey, they turn to other gods.
The story of the Israelites wandering in the desert is an allegory of us today. We may not turn to actual physical idols, but instead we turn to sexual immorality, laziness, hoarding of wealth, accomplishments, drugs, you name them.
Even good things can become idols of worship in our lives. Our own children, they are such a sweet, rich blessing, but when parents start to live their own lives through their kids and start putting unrealistic expectations on them, twisting them with their own pathologies, then that sweet blessing can become tainted.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Stupid Oven!
I have been getting angry at inanimate objects lately.
The other day I was cooking a Boboli pizza and the door of my oven would not unlock. I kept pushing the button frantically. I turned the oven off but my pizza began to burn, so I became even more frantic. I started to go blood frenzy on the damn oven and started to shake the hell out of it. Stuff started falling off of it but the door still would not open.
I was seconds away from grabbing our frying pan and smashing the hell out of our 1980’s oven. But my fear of Mary’s reaction when she got home stopped me. I started to yell in frustration, calling the oven some pretty harsh expletives. Christian immediately began scolding me, “Stop that right now!”
Finally after much anguish the door latch buzzed open. By this time I was exhausted, and our dinner was burnt. Well the bottom part was, we scraped off the top part and still ate it for dinner. Stupid oven!
The other day I was cooking a Boboli pizza and the door of my oven would not unlock. I kept pushing the button frantically. I turned the oven off but my pizza began to burn, so I became even more frantic. I started to go blood frenzy on the damn oven and started to shake the hell out of it. Stuff started falling off of it but the door still would not open.
I was seconds away from grabbing our frying pan and smashing the hell out of our 1980’s oven. But my fear of Mary’s reaction when she got home stopped me. I started to yell in frustration, calling the oven some pretty harsh expletives. Christian immediately began scolding me, “Stop that right now!”
Finally after much anguish the door latch buzzed open. By this time I was exhausted, and our dinner was burnt. Well the bottom part was, we scraped off the top part and still ate it for dinner. Stupid oven!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Blanky
Today was the first day at school without his blanket. Apparently Christian threw a tantrum recently at school because of his blanket and we were advised that it be better that the blanket stay at home. Last night I told Christian that he couldn’t bring his blanket to school and he said, “Alright”, almost as if he expected it.
He loves that blanket. It’s funny to me because I used to read Peanuts and I remember Linus and his blanket, but for some reason I didn’t think it was a real thing. I guess it’s because I couldn’t relate, I never had a security anything. I sure could have used one growing up though.
Christian is just like Linus. He carries that thing around with him everywhere he goes. In the Peanuts cartoon Linus is traumatized every time his blanket has to be washed. Christian is just like that, he doesn’t want us to take it away from him to be cleaned. Sometimes he has to go to sleep without it because it is still being dried, and we have to give him one of Aiden’s blankets to soothe him. He reluctantly accepts the counterfeit. When he gets his blanket back from the dryer he always throws out an exuberant, “Yay!” and welcomes his blanket back with a joyful hug.
Most of the time he doesn’t even hold it, he just like the comfort of knowing it’s there. I hope he’s ok at school. Poor thing. This morning he was whimpering on his way to class, “I want my blanky.” It was so sad.
He loves that blanket. It’s funny to me because I used to read Peanuts and I remember Linus and his blanket, but for some reason I didn’t think it was a real thing. I guess it’s because I couldn’t relate, I never had a security anything. I sure could have used one growing up though.
Christian is just like Linus. He carries that thing around with him everywhere he goes. In the Peanuts cartoon Linus is traumatized every time his blanket has to be washed. Christian is just like that, he doesn’t want us to take it away from him to be cleaned. Sometimes he has to go to sleep without it because it is still being dried, and we have to give him one of Aiden’s blankets to soothe him. He reluctantly accepts the counterfeit. When he gets his blanket back from the dryer he always throws out an exuberant, “Yay!” and welcomes his blanket back with a joyful hug.
Most of the time he doesn’t even hold it, he just like the comfort of knowing it’s there. I hope he’s ok at school. Poor thing. This morning he was whimpering on his way to class, “I want my blanky.” It was so sad.
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