Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Weight Loss Wednesday, October 30

 

Well, I finally made it back to the gym after about a six week absence.  I was hoping I could turn over a new leaf (again) and get back to a minimum of ten thousand steps every day, but I blew it already today.  My intention had been to go to the gym again tonight, but my day was long and stressful.  Which, really, is exactly the kind of day that should be burned off in the gym, but I just didn’t have it in me after class tonight, especially since I had some homework to get started on.  I thought about maybe jogging in place to get there tonight, but I’d be looking at at least another half hour, maybe forty-five minutes, and I’m not sure I have that in me tonight, either. 

Still, since my basic goal is always to improve my activity level week over week, I have to say this week was a success in that regard.  Even in step count alone, last week I only racked up 33,036, and this week I had 63,899.  That’s pretty dang close to double, and I’m pretty good with that as a starting point.

 

Steps

Activities

Wednesday

4,879

Thursday

7,476

Friday

6,076

Saturday

9,883

Football game; approx 2 mile walk to stadium and back to car
Sunday

12,890

38 min treadmill; 2.69 miles
Monday

12,645

40 min treadmill; 2.65 miles
Tuesday

10,050

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

A Song for Bernadette

 

If I’ve never said it before—though I probably have—comedies really are just about my least favorite genre.  They’re very difficult to get right, and even more difficult to keep right week after week, year after year.  There are exceptions to every rule, though, and one of the other things I’ve probably said in the past is that The Big Bang Theory is definitely an exception.  It’s into season seven now, and I still find it just as funny and enjoyable as I did in the beginning. 

The secret is that it’s not really about the situations or even really about the humor, but it’s all about the characters.  Some shows never get that, regardless of genre.  Because funny only works in the long-term if you care about the people in the funny situations.  BBT gives us people to care about.  And, besides that, every once in a while they give us a really sweet moment—one that can even bring a tear to the eye, and how often does that happen in a comedy?

If you don’t watch BBT and don’t really know Howard Wolowitz, this might not be quite as meaningful for you, but surely you can still appreciate a nerd who actually got his dream girl, right?  Besides, is there anything more romantic than being told that without you, your significant other would be like Doctor Who without the TARDIS?  I think not.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Remembering Nathan

 

It’s weird the way the mind works.  Driving home from school tonight, I passed a home that had Christmas lights on in the tree in their back yard.  I mean, I suppose it could’ve been party lights or any other kind of lights, but it looked like Christmas lights.  And, while I can’t swear it with 100% certainty, I’m pretty sure I also caught a glimpse of a Christmas tree through their window. 

Of course, my first thought was, What the hell?  Who puts Christmas stuff up in October?

But immediately my mind conjured up possible reasons for such a seeming travesty.  Maybe someone in the home is being deployed and won’t be around to celebrate the holidays with their family, so they want to do it now.  Or maybe someone has some terminal disease and won’t ever be around again to celebrate the holidays.  If I’d known Granny wouldn’t be here this Christmas, I would’ve put my tree up early to give her one last holiday celebration. 

And, finally, I thought that maybe someone lives in the house who just loves Christmas, like Nathan.  Nathan was my best friend’s son, and as long as I can remember, he loved everything about Christmas, particularly Santa. 

Nathan was born with Down Syndrome, and that may have been at least part of why he was such an open and loving person, I don’t know.  And maybe it’s part of why he didn’t have any qualms about wearing a Santa suit in the middle of the summer or having his room decorated with a Christmas motif to be enjoyed year-round.  But I don’t know; that would be sort of like wondering if I’m the way I am because I’m a female.  You can’t really speculate on how someone would be without a fundamental piece of who they are.

Anyway, seeing those lights tonight made me remember back to when I traveled to Manila for work six years ago.  I don’t even remember now how it came up, but I mentioned to someone that I might like to try and find some sort of holiday trinket for Nathan as a souvenir, something a little different than the things we can always find at home, but I wasn’t sure that would be possible, since I was going to be there during the month of October.  To my delight, I was told that for some reason the Filipino people seem to love Christmas, and you could find holiday decorations there any time of the year.  Perfect!  My mind started swimming with ideas of maybe stockpiling quite a few interesting pieces for all the Christmases ahead.

As it turns out, I only ended up buying one holiday item during that trip, and I placed it on Nathan’s grave when I returned home.  That dear, sweet boy died while I was away, taking the joy of Christmas away from his mother for years, and ensuring that I can never see Santa without at least a passing thought for Nathan. 

As all of those thoughts ran through my head while I completed my drive home, I admonished myself that I should not be so quick to jump to conclusions and think that people are strange for choosing to celebrate in any way they choose, any time they choose.  I should realize that there is holiday joy to be found every single day, if we choose to find it.  Surely I could have learned at least that much from Nathan. 

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                                                                                     This is Kim’s photo, but I think she’d be okay with me sharing it.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Sunday Night

 

 

I have long been of the opinion that we should have two day work weeks and five day weekends.  Is there someone who could take care of that for me?

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Six Word Victory

 

 

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Great game today, plus ended well!

Friday, October 25, 2013

Feel Good Friday, Just in the Nick of Time

 

I know I’ve flirted with the idea of a Facebook Friday theme here on the blog, and it will likely surface again, maybe even fairly regularly.  But today’s story to share didn’t come from Facebook, but rather from CBS Evening News.  And it was perfect timing, because I’d been thinking tonight that today’s theme needed to be “Feel Good Friday”.  Why?  Because I needed to feel good.  It’s been a long and tiring week, what with being sick all week long and still trying to drag myself to work and school.

But, more important, I had a spat with Billy tonight that really made me not feel good.  A glaring reminder that the people who mean the most to you can always hurt you the worst.  It will pass, of course, but in the meantime, I was particularly glad to see Steve Hartman’s story tonight and put just a bit of a positive spin back on my Friday.  I hope it will do the same for you.

I’m including the text of the article, but you really should do yourself a favor and watch the video.

Mich. middle school football team conspires for touching touchdown

By
Steve Hartman

(CBS News) OLIVET, Mich. -- Between classes, they schemed and conspired. For weeks, the football players at Olivet Middle School in Olivet, Mich., secretly planned their remarkable play.

"Everyone was in on it," says Nick Jungel.

"But the coaches didn't know anything about it," Parker Smith says. "We were, like, going behind their back."

We've never heard of a team coming up with a plan to not score.

"It's just like to make someone's day, make someone's week, just make them happy," Justice Miller says.

The play -- which was two plays, actually -- happened at a home game earlier this month. The first part of their plan was to try to get as close to the goal line as possible without scoring, even if it meant taking a dive on the one-yard-line, which it did.

The crowd was not happy.

"But us kids knew, hey, we got this, this is our time, this is Keith's time," Parker, the quarterback, says.

Keith Orr is the little kid in the brown jacket. He's learning disabled, struggles with boundaries -- but in the sweetest possible way. Because of his special nature, it's no surprise that Keith embraces his fellow football players. What is surprising is how they have embraced him.

"We thought it would be cool to do something for him," Parker says.

"Because we really wanted to prove that he was part of our team and he meant a lot to us," adds Nick.

"Nothing can really explain getting a touchdown when you've never had one before," says Justice.

Which brings us to part two of their play. If you didn't see Keith, it's because they were so protective of him, but he was in the middle of the rush.

When they crossed the goal line, Keith says it was "awesome."

"It was like, 'Did he just score a touchdown?'" Keith's mom, Carrie, says.

"Get your camera out!" his dad, Jim, remembers saying.

Keith's parents almost missed the moment, but they got the significance.

"Somebody is always going to have his back -- from now until the day he graduates," Carrie says.

She's right. When the football team decides your cool, pretty much everyone follows suit. Today, Keith is a new kid, although by no means was he the only one who was profoundly changed.

"Once I saw him go in, I was smiling to here," says Justice, a wide receiver, pointing to his cheeks. "Nothing could wipe that smile off my face."

Asked why it affected him so much, Justice turns emotional.

"Because he's never been cool or popular, and he went from being, like, pretty much a nobody to making everyone's day," he says.

Justice admits the play wasn't his idea, saying, "I would have not really thought of that."

He says it never crossed his mind to give Keith any glory.

"I kind of went from being somebody who mostly cared about myself and my friends to caring about everyone and trying to make everyone's day and everyone's life," he says.

Which may just make that touchdown the most successful football play of all time.

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Creeping Chaos

 

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I’m kind of a disorganized person.  I’m not bragging about it; that’s just the way it is.  I don’t really like it, but honestly, there’s an awful lot about it that doesn’t bother me too much, either. 

What does bother me, though, is when I’ve reached a breaking point with the chaos and I can’t seem to find a way around it.  For instance, my work is totally disorganized.  You should see my desk.  Though, really, I’d be embarrassed for you to see my desk; it’s that bad.  But we’ve got processes that make too much organization a difficult task, and we’ve got constant emergent issues that could make any sane person go just a little bit bonkers.  But I haven’t yet figured out a way to mold the office into my way of doing things—mostly because I haven’t yet found my way of doing things at this job.  How long does that take, anyway? 

And, you know how it is once chaos starts overrunning you in one aspect of your life:  it snakes its creepy little tentacles into every crevice of your existence.  I’m convinced some sort of chaos overload is why I almost forgot to turn in an assignment today.  Seriously, I did the vast majority of the thing two weeks ago, then almost forgot to put the finishing touches on tonight, and then almost failed to hit the ‘submit’ button when I had to upload the finished product to my professor.  Even as disorganized as I am, I’m not usually that bad.  Wait until the last minute to do things for various and sundry reasons?  Yeah, more often than I should admit.  But just let something so important just slip my mind?  Not usually. 

I’m telling you, it’s the curse of the creeping chaos, and I need a cure.