So, last week I talked about my weight issues. I’m thinking about making this a regular weekly topic on here. I’m not sure how everyone else feels about that, but I know that I need a place to talk about some of these things, and so, for now, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m planning on making this either a Monday night or Tuesday morning topic. I’m a little late on this weeks, but here goes.
Today I went to the Y to swim laps for the first time. I have never been this sore. At least not since the last time I tried out for basketball. I remember coming home and not being able to move for a while after those practices. But it’s been awhile since I’ve felt like this. Which I guess is a good thing.
I honestly don’t know what I was expecting. It’s been a long time since I’ve really swam very much. A few weeks ago, Jennifer, Max, and I went swimming in a hotel pool, and I thought I did pretty good. But I was exhausted after my first lap today. I’ve never felt that helpless. Especially in water.
I used to be in the water all the time. When I was a kid, I think I swam almost everyday. Or at least as much as my parents would let me. I loved the water. But somewhere along the line I got embarrassed about how fat I was, and couldn’t bring myself to go anymore. So, I got out of the habit. I’ve always wanted to get back in there and swim. But having to take my shirt off in public always held me back from it.
I’m not really sure what changed recently, but I think I’m over that now. I’m not really comfortable with it. But I think I’ve realized that having my shirt on is fooling nobody into thinking I’m hiding a six-pack under there. I think seeing recent pictures of myself has finally let me see myself through others eyes and made me realize that I’m not fooling anyone. I’m fat. Everyone who meets me know it. So, what’s the difference if I have my shirt off or not? Plus, I realized that, if I don’t try some other workouts, I’m going to get tired really quickly of just walking on a treadmill. So why not go for it?
The good news is the lifeguard that was there today was really nice and gave me some advice on how to swim again. I guess I must have looked pretty helpless out there. But, it was still nice to get some advice. Plus she brought me a kick board so that it would be a little easier for me. But it was nice to have the support and help there.
So, now I just have to figure out when I’m going in next. Not sure when that will be. I was supposed to go to the Y again tomorrow, but I’m not sure my body will be up for getting out of bed. Let alone working out.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Flying
As most of you know, we flew home from Kansas yesterday. It’s been great to be home. It’s always nice to be with family. But I really miss being home in my own space. I truly am a homebody. But anyway, that’s not really what I wanted to write about today. I wanted to write about flying.
I’ve flown several times in my life. But I still get really nervous at both the take off and landing. Coming back into Portland this time wasn’t too bad. But on the way out to Kansas, when we started our decent, you could just feel the change in course. It felt like the bottom was falling out of the plane. It was one of the most unnerving feelings I’ve ever had. Just felt like we were falling out of the sky. Which I guess, technically, we were.
I’m not saying that I’m really scared of flying. Just can never really get over that feeling of, is this tin can really going to fly this time? Or is this the time that it all fails? I know it’s not really a rational fear. More than likely nothing will ever happen to me while flying. But it’s still there every time we take off.
Now that we have kids, it’s even more interesting. I have to remain calm for their sake. I need to remember to be calm and act like everything is ok. That there is no question that this plane will make it off the ground. Which is actually one of the ways that has made it easier to fly this year. Max is amazed and enthralled by both the take off and landing. So, I’m able to see it through his eyes and be happy and excited with him, and it kind of makes everything a little easier to get through.
We had another great flight though. Max actually took a nap for the first half of the flight. And Chloe slept off and on. All in all it was a pretty great experience. Just a little minor anxiety. But there’s nothing new about that for me.
I’ve flown several times in my life. But I still get really nervous at both the take off and landing. Coming back into Portland this time wasn’t too bad. But on the way out to Kansas, when we started our decent, you could just feel the change in course. It felt like the bottom was falling out of the plane. It was one of the most unnerving feelings I’ve ever had. Just felt like we were falling out of the sky. Which I guess, technically, we were.
I’m not saying that I’m really scared of flying. Just can never really get over that feeling of, is this tin can really going to fly this time? Or is this the time that it all fails? I know it’s not really a rational fear. More than likely nothing will ever happen to me while flying. But it’s still there every time we take off.
Now that we have kids, it’s even more interesting. I have to remain calm for their sake. I need to remember to be calm and act like everything is ok. That there is no question that this plane will make it off the ground. Which is actually one of the ways that has made it easier to fly this year. Max is amazed and enthralled by both the take off and landing. So, I’m able to see it through his eyes and be happy and excited with him, and it kind of makes everything a little easier to get through.
We had another great flight though. Max actually took a nap for the first half of the flight. And Chloe slept off and on. All in all it was a pretty great experience. Just a little minor anxiety. But there’s nothing new about that for me.
Friday, August 17, 2012
I've got a lot of issues
I haven’t talked much about this topic yet. It’s not really the easiest thing to talk about really. But it’s very clear in my mind right now. It’s not really that bad of a thing. It’s just not something most people want to talk about. But one of the reasons for this blog, is to talk about things and get them out there in the open.
So, here goes…
I’m fat. There. I said it. Not that anybody who knows me doesn’t already know this. But it’s true none the less.
I wish I had someone else to blame for it. I wish there was some reason for it. But there isn’t. I’ve just plain let myself get fat. And I’m way beyond overweight. So, I’m not going to call myself that to make it seem like I’ve just gained a couple of pounds. I’m just plain fat.
Most of the time I try not to think about it. It’s easier that way. Just ignore the big fat white elephant in the room and maybe no one else will notice him either. But I know they do.
I hate seeing pictures of myself. I’ve never really liked the way I look. But to see myself now is to realize just how big I’ve gotten. It’s pretty bad really.
To make it worse, in most of the pictures of me, I’m with Max. Max has always been on the skinny side. So, the two of us together looks really strange. I’m really glad that he’s skinny. But in pictures it just seems to make me look even bigger.
It’s been getting worse ever since I started staying home with the kids. But I cannot blame it on them at all. It’s just a whole lot easier to sit at home and do nothing but eat things all day.
And I’d like to say that it’s because I can’t really get into the gym all that easily. But that’s not true. I just have to plan ahead and follow through on those plans.
Jennifer and I have a membership to our local YMCA. And with it comes two hours of child care per kid per day. But you really need to call in a week ahead to get your spot. when we started going I would use the excuse that if I called ahead, I would be taking someone else’s spot and then they would be in the same spot that I was. But that was really just me trying to get out of it.
This past week we’ve called a few times to set up times to get in this next week. I’m really looking forward to it. It’s been way too long since we’ve been able to make it in.
Plus, hopefully soon, the Weight Watchers group through Jennifer’s school, will start-up again. That really helped last year. I was able to lose 20 pounds in the last part of the school year. But I’ve gained a good part of that back over the summer.
Well, I think that’s all I’ll say about that for now. Maybe I’ll try to make this a common topic on here. I know it’s something that a lot of people struggle with. Maybe my struggles can help some one else through there’s. It may not always be comfortable, but that’s just one more reason to put it out there.
So, here goes…
I’m fat. There. I said it. Not that anybody who knows me doesn’t already know this. But it’s true none the less.
I wish I had someone else to blame for it. I wish there was some reason for it. But there isn’t. I’ve just plain let myself get fat. And I’m way beyond overweight. So, I’m not going to call myself that to make it seem like I’ve just gained a couple of pounds. I’m just plain fat.
Most of the time I try not to think about it. It’s easier that way. Just ignore the big fat white elephant in the room and maybe no one else will notice him either. But I know they do.
I hate seeing pictures of myself. I’ve never really liked the way I look. But to see myself now is to realize just how big I’ve gotten. It’s pretty bad really.
To make it worse, in most of the pictures of me, I’m with Max. Max has always been on the skinny side. So, the two of us together looks really strange. I’m really glad that he’s skinny. But in pictures it just seems to make me look even bigger.
It’s been getting worse ever since I started staying home with the kids. But I cannot blame it on them at all. It’s just a whole lot easier to sit at home and do nothing but eat things all day.
And I’d like to say that it’s because I can’t really get into the gym all that easily. But that’s not true. I just have to plan ahead and follow through on those plans.
Jennifer and I have a membership to our local YMCA. And with it comes two hours of child care per kid per day. But you really need to call in a week ahead to get your spot. when we started going I would use the excuse that if I called ahead, I would be taking someone else’s spot and then they would be in the same spot that I was. But that was really just me trying to get out of it.
This past week we’ve called a few times to set up times to get in this next week. I’m really looking forward to it. It’s been way too long since we’ve been able to make it in.
Plus, hopefully soon, the Weight Watchers group through Jennifer’s school, will start-up again. That really helped last year. I was able to lose 20 pounds in the last part of the school year. But I’ve gained a good part of that back over the summer.
Well, I think that’s all I’ll say about that for now. Maybe I’ll try to make this a common topic on here. I know it’s something that a lot of people struggle with. Maybe my struggles can help some one else through there’s. It may not always be comfortable, but that’s just one more reason to put it out there.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Sorry for not posting
Well, I did the thing I was afraid I would do. I went a few days without posting. But I’m not sure why. It’s not that I haven’t had the time to write. It’s more that I haven’t been in a good place mentally to write.
One thing I would really recommend not doing, is forgetting to take your antidepressants for two days in the middle of one of the busiest weekends of a family vacation.
This last Sunday, my parents and brother and sister-in-law came to Kansas, for the dedication of my daughter Chloe. Sunday morning we had a breakfast at church and I usually take my pills with breakfast. If I don’t take them with a meal, it can be kind of crazy. And I forgot to take them with me to church. So, there I was surrounded by family, on a pretty big day, about to have a mental breakdown.
By the time I got home in the afternoon, I had completely forgotten about taking them. So, I took a quick nap and then went back out for a family dinner. After that my in-laws took the kids home and Jennifer and I were able to hang out with my brother and his wife. Which was a much-needed thing. We don’t get to see each other near enough, and when we do, it seems like there is never time to just hang out with each other.
We got home pretty late and I was wired. Could not sleep at all. I laid in bed for hours, and finally went to sleep at about 5 am. Then got up a few hours later to go meet my parents for breakfast before they headed home. You can probably see where this is going. I once again forgot to take my pills and so I had another day of feeling out of my mind.
I finally took my pills Tuesday afternoon. But needless to say it’s been a bumpy few days. A lot of ups and downs.
I’m mainly writing this to tell those around me that I’m sorry if I was a little rude these last few days. I’ve been in a different state of mind. I’ve heard people say that it takes a few weeks for these meds to actually work, and that if you miss one it shouldn’t affect you. But I can tell you that I notice a huge difference if I miss one day. Not sure what it is. Could be partially mental. Like I know I didn’t take them, so I’m on edge all day. But I know things are different if I forget to take them.
I also forget to do things like write my blog post for the day. Oops.
Here’s hoping I can remember to keep on taking them and posting once a day again.
One thing I would really recommend not doing, is forgetting to take your antidepressants for two days in the middle of one of the busiest weekends of a family vacation.
This last Sunday, my parents and brother and sister-in-law came to Kansas, for the dedication of my daughter Chloe. Sunday morning we had a breakfast at church and I usually take my pills with breakfast. If I don’t take them with a meal, it can be kind of crazy. And I forgot to take them with me to church. So, there I was surrounded by family, on a pretty big day, about to have a mental breakdown.
By the time I got home in the afternoon, I had completely forgotten about taking them. So, I took a quick nap and then went back out for a family dinner. After that my in-laws took the kids home and Jennifer and I were able to hang out with my brother and his wife. Which was a much-needed thing. We don’t get to see each other near enough, and when we do, it seems like there is never time to just hang out with each other.
We got home pretty late and I was wired. Could not sleep at all. I laid in bed for hours, and finally went to sleep at about 5 am. Then got up a few hours later to go meet my parents for breakfast before they headed home. You can probably see where this is going. I once again forgot to take my pills and so I had another day of feeling out of my mind.
I finally took my pills Tuesday afternoon. But needless to say it’s been a bumpy few days. A lot of ups and downs.
I’m mainly writing this to tell those around me that I’m sorry if I was a little rude these last few days. I’ve been in a different state of mind. I’ve heard people say that it takes a few weeks for these meds to actually work, and that if you miss one it shouldn’t affect you. But I can tell you that I notice a huge difference if I miss one day. Not sure what it is. Could be partially mental. Like I know I didn’t take them, so I’m on edge all day. But I know things are different if I forget to take them.
I also forget to do things like write my blog post for the day. Oops.
Here’s hoping I can remember to keep on taking them and posting once a day again.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Living in the "not yet"
My son, Max, is in this stage now where there are two times when things are happening for him: right now, and “not yet.” If something is happening tomorrow or next week and you ask him about it, he’ll say, “not yet.” It can be pretty cute. It can also be annoying.
But it got me thinking. What if we all lived our lives that way? Something is either happening right now to us. Or it’s “not yet” happening, so we don’t have to worry about it yet. Maybe we wouldn’t worry so much about the future if we looked at it as the “not yet.” Instead we spend so much time worrying about what will happen tomorrow, when there is no way we can ever know what will happen and nothing we could do about it if we did.
Maybe we would sleep easier at night if all we were thinking about was sleeping that night and figuring tomorrow out tomorrow. I think there’s somewhere in the Bible that says to let tomorrow worry about itself.
So maybe we should learn to live a little bit more like a little kid and take the things that are happening now and deal with them. Then when the “not yet” things get here, you can deal with those. I’m not saying this is easy. I’m not even saying that it’s truly possible. Look at me right now. I’m up in the middle of the night because I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, and I was worried that if I went to sleep, I would forget it in the morning. So, here I am writing once again in the middle of the night, when I really should be sleeping because we’ve got a lot of things planned for tomorrow. Oh well. There’s another thing to worry about. Hope I can get some sleep now. And stay awake during all the events tomorrow.
I look forward to the “not yet” when I don’t have so much to worry about. Man will I have a lot of sleeping to catch up on whenever that glorious “not yet” gets here.
But it got me thinking. What if we all lived our lives that way? Something is either happening right now to us. Or it’s “not yet” happening, so we don’t have to worry about it yet. Maybe we wouldn’t worry so much about the future if we looked at it as the “not yet.” Instead we spend so much time worrying about what will happen tomorrow, when there is no way we can ever know what will happen and nothing we could do about it if we did.
Maybe we would sleep easier at night if all we were thinking about was sleeping that night and figuring tomorrow out tomorrow. I think there’s somewhere in the Bible that says to let tomorrow worry about itself.
So maybe we should learn to live a little bit more like a little kid and take the things that are happening now and deal with them. Then when the “not yet” things get here, you can deal with those. I’m not saying this is easy. I’m not even saying that it’s truly possible. Look at me right now. I’m up in the middle of the night because I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, and I was worried that if I went to sleep, I would forget it in the morning. So, here I am writing once again in the middle of the night, when I really should be sleeping because we’ve got a lot of things planned for tomorrow. Oh well. There’s another thing to worry about. Hope I can get some sleep now. And stay awake during all the events tomorrow.
I look forward to the “not yet” when I don’t have so much to worry about. Man will I have a lot of sleeping to catch up on whenever that glorious “not yet” gets here.
Road Trip
I’m writing this from the back seat of a minivan on our way to Jennifer’s grandparents house. I’ve spent a lot of time in cars in my life. Been on a lot of long trips.
Something about being in the road brings out this talkative side in me. There are a bunch of stories from when I was a kid and would talk for the whole trip.
There was one trip where my dad, brother, and I were driving from dropping off my mom. Before we left the people my mom was staying with told me to make sure and keep my dad awake while we drove home late into the night. My brother was asleep in the back seat. I was in the front seat and the only time I stopped talking the whole way home, was when the highway patrol pulled us over for speeding. I guess my dad wanted to get out of the car as fast as possible.
But still to this day, when I’m on long trips, I find myself more talkative. Especially if I’m driving. Some of the deepest conversations Jennifer and I have ever had have been on road trips. Something about being out on the open road slows my brain down enough to talk through things with others.
So here’s to the open road, and long conversations.
Something about being in the road brings out this talkative side in me. There are a bunch of stories from when I was a kid and would talk for the whole trip.
There was one trip where my dad, brother, and I were driving from dropping off my mom. Before we left the people my mom was staying with told me to make sure and keep my dad awake while we drove home late into the night. My brother was asleep in the back seat. I was in the front seat and the only time I stopped talking the whole way home, was when the highway patrol pulled us over for speeding. I guess my dad wanted to get out of the car as fast as possible.
But still to this day, when I’m on long trips, I find myself more talkative. Especially if I’m driving. Some of the deepest conversations Jennifer and I have ever had have been on road trips. Something about being out on the open road slows my brain down enough to talk through things with others.
So here’s to the open road, and long conversations.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Blue Like Jazz
Last night we went to Walmart and got the movie Blue Like Jazz from Redbox. I’ve been wanting to watch this since it came out in theaters a few months ago. But I rarely have the chance to get to the movies, so I waited for it to come out on DVD. Which happened yesterday. So, we got it and watched it with Jennifer’s parents after the kids went to bed.
I have to say that I was worried about how they would turn a book of essays into a movie that worked. Especially since the book was such a great book. I remember reading it a few years back before we moved to Oregon. His description of Portland was one of the first things that made me want to move there. And while I don’t really live in Portland now, and haven’t really experienced the parts of it that he talks about all that much, I still feel strongly connected to the spirit of Portland.
But back to the movie. It was amazing. They took more of Donald Miller’s story and wove it into a cohesive story that worked for a movie. I know they changed a few things. But with how closely Miller worked on the film, I’m confident that they kept the spirit of his life story intact.
I can honestly say it was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. And it was easily the best Christian movie I’ve probably ever seen. Even that term doesn’t seem to fit it. It is a Christian movie. But that’s not all it is. It’s a movie about truth, and the experience of finding your way in life. Which everyone can relate to.
I don’t want to give anything away to those that may not have read the book, but the final scene is beautifully done. And that brings me to the thing that I feel more Christians need to say. I’m sorry for the ways that Christians may have abused you. For the way that we seem to think we have a right to be everything in the world. For the way we’ve missed the parts of the Bible that tell us to love one another. That tell us to love our enemy and those who may not be the same as us. I’m sorry for not being a better representation of the God I love. I’m sorry for bringing shame on His name when I should be doing everything in my power to bring glory to his name. Most of all I’m sorry for any pain we Christians may have caused you. We are all broken human beings in desperate need of a powerful savior. We, as Christians, need Him just as much, if not more than those we tend to look down on. So, I wanted to take this chance and say I’m sorry.
I have to say that I was worried about how they would turn a book of essays into a movie that worked. Especially since the book was such a great book. I remember reading it a few years back before we moved to Oregon. His description of Portland was one of the first things that made me want to move there. And while I don’t really live in Portland now, and haven’t really experienced the parts of it that he talks about all that much, I still feel strongly connected to the spirit of Portland.
But back to the movie. It was amazing. They took more of Donald Miller’s story and wove it into a cohesive story that worked for a movie. I know they changed a few things. But with how closely Miller worked on the film, I’m confident that they kept the spirit of his life story intact.
I can honestly say it was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. And it was easily the best Christian movie I’ve probably ever seen. Even that term doesn’t seem to fit it. It is a Christian movie. But that’s not all it is. It’s a movie about truth, and the experience of finding your way in life. Which everyone can relate to.
I don’t want to give anything away to those that may not have read the book, but the final scene is beautifully done. And that brings me to the thing that I feel more Christians need to say. I’m sorry for the ways that Christians may have abused you. For the way that we seem to think we have a right to be everything in the world. For the way we’ve missed the parts of the Bible that tell us to love one another. That tell us to love our enemy and those who may not be the same as us. I’m sorry for not being a better representation of the God I love. I’m sorry for bringing shame on His name when I should be doing everything in my power to bring glory to his name. Most of all I’m sorry for any pain we Christians may have caused you. We are all broken human beings in desperate need of a powerful savior. We, as Christians, need Him just as much, if not more than those we tend to look down on. So, I wanted to take this chance and say I’m sorry.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
The walls are closing in...
From my one comment on yesterday’s post, thank you Linda, plus looking at the posts that have been read the most, I think I’ll try to stick to some what personal stories about things in my life and what they make me think. Anyway…
On Sunday I had one of the strangest and strongest episodes of social anxiety that I can remember. I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m an introvert that draws energy from being alone and away from other people. It’s not that I don’t like being with other people. It’s just that it gets really tiring to have to be with people for a long period of time.
So, we are staying with Jennifer’s family and on Sunday we went to church with them. Then we went to lunch and on the way to lunch, there were some issues with my father in law’s car. So at lunch we let the kids go in the other car with Jennifer and her mom and Steve and I went the slow way to where Jennifer’s grandma lives, where we were meeting for a birthday celebration. We ended up getting there without any further car problems and so we had a couple of hours to spare. So, we headed to the nearby Barnes & Noble and spent the time there.
Then we went over for the celebration. By the time we were getting done with that it was 6 or so and we were hanging out in Jennifer’s grandmas fairly small room with 8 of us packed in there. I found myself almost not being able to breathe. It probably didn’t help that the room was hot and stuffy but I could tell that I needed to be away from people pretty quickly. The best way that I can explain the feeling, is that it felt like the walls were closing in on me. It was almost like I couldn’t breath anymore. So, I excused myself to go outside and get some air.
I’m not sure where this all comes from. I know that for the last few years it seems to be getting worse. Something about staying home seems to have intensified it. But I know that I need a little time each day to be by myself and work through my thoughts and feelings. Which is actually one of the reasons for this blog. It’s a place for me to put my thoughts. A place for me to think through things. And if other people want to read them, than great. I don’t really have any advice on how to deal with situations like this. I know for myself I usually try to get outside as quickly as possible. I try to go for a walk or something. Being outside and alone seems to refresh my spirit.
I want to make sure that I say it’s not that I don’t like people. Or didn’t like the people I was with on Sunday. It’s never that. I love people and I love Jennifer’s family. But it’s more that I can’t process things as fast as other people. Especially when I’m in a group of people. The larger the group the harder it is for me to cope.
I’m sure you’ll hear more about this. It’s one of the biggest struggles in my life right now. But I’ll leave it for now. Thanks for reading.
On Sunday I had one of the strangest and strongest episodes of social anxiety that I can remember. I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m an introvert that draws energy from being alone and away from other people. It’s not that I don’t like being with other people. It’s just that it gets really tiring to have to be with people for a long period of time.
So, we are staying with Jennifer’s family and on Sunday we went to church with them. Then we went to lunch and on the way to lunch, there were some issues with my father in law’s car. So at lunch we let the kids go in the other car with Jennifer and her mom and Steve and I went the slow way to where Jennifer’s grandma lives, where we were meeting for a birthday celebration. We ended up getting there without any further car problems and so we had a couple of hours to spare. So, we headed to the nearby Barnes & Noble and spent the time there.
Then we went over for the celebration. By the time we were getting done with that it was 6 or so and we were hanging out in Jennifer’s grandmas fairly small room with 8 of us packed in there. I found myself almost not being able to breathe. It probably didn’t help that the room was hot and stuffy but I could tell that I needed to be away from people pretty quickly. The best way that I can explain the feeling, is that it felt like the walls were closing in on me. It was almost like I couldn’t breath anymore. So, I excused myself to go outside and get some air.
I’m not sure where this all comes from. I know that for the last few years it seems to be getting worse. Something about staying home seems to have intensified it. But I know that I need a little time each day to be by myself and work through my thoughts and feelings. Which is actually one of the reasons for this blog. It’s a place for me to put my thoughts. A place for me to think through things. And if other people want to read them, than great. I don’t really have any advice on how to deal with situations like this. I know for myself I usually try to get outside as quickly as possible. I try to go for a walk or something. Being outside and alone seems to refresh my spirit.
I want to make sure that I say it’s not that I don’t like people. Or didn’t like the people I was with on Sunday. It’s never that. I love people and I love Jennifer’s family. But it’s more that I can’t process things as fast as other people. Especially when I’m in a group of people. The larger the group the harder it is for me to cope.
I’m sure you’ll hear more about this. It’s one of the biggest struggles in my life right now. But I’ll leave it for now. Thanks for reading.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Posting late and a question
I’ll start off by saying I’m sorry for missing yesterday and almost missing today. This is actually why I wanted to write a little something each day. If I miss a day my mind seems to forget about it and then before I know it, I’ve missed a week or more. So, I’m still trying to write as often as I can. Didn’t really get a chance yesterday, with things planed and also some unforeseeable changes to those plans. But anyway. I’ll try and keep it up from here on out.
Today’s post is short, but I have a question for you. Then I’ll try and have a longer post up tomorrow morning.
What would you like me to talk about. Do you want me to talk about my family life, being a stay at home dad, my mental problems, my emotional problems, whatever. I’ll try and talk about whatever you want. I’m just running out of things to talk about. So, I could really use your help on this. I don’t want my posts to get boring or stale, or to seem like I’m writing the same thing over and over again.
So, yeah. What would you like me to write about?
Today’s post is short, but I have a question for you. Then I’ll try and have a longer post up tomorrow morning.
What would you like me to talk about. Do you want me to talk about my family life, being a stay at home dad, my mental problems, my emotional problems, whatever. I’ll try and talk about whatever you want. I’m just running out of things to talk about. So, I could really use your help on this. I don’t want my posts to get boring or stale, or to seem like I’m writing the same thing over and over again.
So, yeah. What would you like me to write about?
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Pictures From The Flight
I thought I’d show you some pictures from the flight yesterday as a special treat.
Successful Flight Down
So, I bet you’re all wondering how the flight went. It went great. Max was amazing. He was really excited to watch the plane take off. Then after we got in the air we pulled out the laptop and let him watch a couple movies.
He did great. Especially since he didn’t get any breakfast and we were on the plane during lunch. He ate a bunch of the little treats packets they give you. Plus on Southwest they let you take as many as you want, especially if you have kids. So we were able to get a few more and he scarfed them all down along with the banana we bought at te airport and most of the Cheerios we brought with us.
I have to say that I was really impressed with the plane we rode on too. It seemed pretty new and had more leg room then I can ever remember having on a plane. I really was impressed with this Southwest flight. All except the bathroom. Trying to take a 3-year-old to the bathroom is interesting when there’s barely enough room for you. But that’s a story for another time.
Right now I just wanted to let everyone know that the flight went really well. I’ll probably talk more about it later. But that’s all for now.
Question: Do you have any flying horror stories?
He did great. Especially since he didn’t get any breakfast and we were on the plane during lunch. He ate a bunch of the little treats packets they give you. Plus on Southwest they let you take as many as you want, especially if you have kids. So we were able to get a few more and he scarfed them all down along with the banana we bought at te airport and most of the Cheerios we brought with us.
I have to say that I was really impressed with the plane we rode on too. It seemed pretty new and had more leg room then I can ever remember having on a plane. I really was impressed with this Southwest flight. All except the bathroom. Trying to take a 3-year-old to the bathroom is interesting when there’s barely enough room for you. But that’s a story for another time.
Right now I just wanted to let everyone know that the flight went really well. I’ll probably talk more about it later. But that’s all for now.
Question: Do you have any flying horror stories?
Friday, August 3, 2012
Flying for four
So, I’m writing this after only getting 2 hours sleep last night. But that’s the way I am before big things. In about 5 hours we’ll be hopping on a plane for the first time as a family of 4. It could get interesting. We leave here in about 2 hours and we still have to get a lot ready. So, this probably won’t be too long.
It’s hard for me not to think about all the things that could happen with kids on a plane. Especially with a 3-year-old who can’t sit still for more than a minute. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about how Max did amazing. I really hope so. But a bigger part of me thinks I’ll be writing about how we were those parents on the plane with the crazy kid who screamed and fought the whole time.
The hard thing for me, is that I know Max is a good kid. But he has this side to him that will drive you crazy. I think he just has so much energy that it’s hard for him to stop. We’ve got some movies that we’ll put on our laptop for him. Plus some coloring books. But it’s a 4 hour flight and we’ll see how long he’s willing to sit there for.
We could use your thoughts and prayers. I just hope that my lack of sleep doesn’t come back to bite me. Oh well. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Thank You
So, I’m a little late in getting this post out. Sorry. But that’s because I actually got a pretty decent night’s sleep. So, I don’t really have a whole lot to talk about this morning. Just feeling pretty good right now. I just wanted to thank everyone who has read my blog. It’s been great to get your comments and encouragements.
Over the next couple weeks my family is going on vacation to Kansas. I’m planning on trying to write a little bit each day still. But it might have to be a little shorter and done from my cell phone.
So, I wanted to let you all know that I really appreciate you reading my blog and commenting. Especially the comments. It lets me know that someone other then my mom is reading this. Oh, and thank you mom for reading this too. I probably wouldn’t be doing this if you hadn’t encouraged me to keep on writing. Thank you.
Over the next couple weeks my family is going on vacation to Kansas. I’m planning on trying to write a little bit each day still. But it might have to be a little shorter and done from my cell phone.
So, I wanted to let you all know that I really appreciate you reading my blog and commenting. Especially the comments. It lets me know that someone other then my mom is reading this. Oh, and thank you mom for reading this too. I probably wouldn’t be doing this if you hadn’t encouraged me to keep on writing. Thank you.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Dream Job
I’ve always felt a little weird telling people about what I’ve wanted to do with my life. I think I’ve always had some pretty big dreams. When I was growing up I wanted to play in the NBA or some other sport depending on the time of year. I also wanted to be a musician. I’ve always loved music and have even enjoyed writing it for times.
So, I never would have imagined myself as an extremely overweight guy in his 30’s that never touches his guitar. But that’s where I find myself. I haven’t played my guitar in so long, that when I do pick it up, it feels weird and I struggle to remember how to play. And to even attempt to run causes my heart rate to rise. If you looked at me now, you probably wouldn’t think that I used to play basketball for a few hours a day sometimes. Let alone that I would often skip lunch in high school to play longer.
I feel like somewhere along the way I gave up on myself. I stopped caring what happened to me. I also stopped dreaming. Now I don’t see myself on a stage singing to people. The thought alone scares me. I’ve always had a little bit of stage fright. But it paralyzes me now. I’ve often felt like I should try joining my churches worship group. But I never can bring myself to talk to them, because it scares me so much to think about being up there in front of all those people.
That’s actually part of what inspired me to start this blog. I needed a place to store my thoughts and to get some feedback from other people. I’m not saying that anything I say is going to be earth shattering. But I want to start doing things again. I used to dream of so many things. Now I just dream about making it through another day.
For father’s day this year I had Jennifer buy me a copy of a book called “Quitter” by Jon Acuff. I haven’t really started to read it. But it’s about starting on the path to your dream job. Writing would be my dream job. Playing music would be my dream job. Writing music would be my dream job.
So, here’s to starting a new path on towards our dreams.
So, I never would have imagined myself as an extremely overweight guy in his 30’s that never touches his guitar. But that’s where I find myself. I haven’t played my guitar in so long, that when I do pick it up, it feels weird and I struggle to remember how to play. And to even attempt to run causes my heart rate to rise. If you looked at me now, you probably wouldn’t think that I used to play basketball for a few hours a day sometimes. Let alone that I would often skip lunch in high school to play longer.
I feel like somewhere along the way I gave up on myself. I stopped caring what happened to me. I also stopped dreaming. Now I don’t see myself on a stage singing to people. The thought alone scares me. I’ve always had a little bit of stage fright. But it paralyzes me now. I’ve often felt like I should try joining my churches worship group. But I never can bring myself to talk to them, because it scares me so much to think about being up there in front of all those people.
That’s actually part of what inspired me to start this blog. I needed a place to store my thoughts and to get some feedback from other people. I’m not saying that anything I say is going to be earth shattering. But I want to start doing things again. I used to dream of so many things. Now I just dream about making it through another day.
For father’s day this year I had Jennifer buy me a copy of a book called “Quitter” by Jon Acuff. I haven’t really started to read it. But it’s about starting on the path to your dream job. Writing would be my dream job. Playing music would be my dream job. Writing music would be my dream job.
So, here’s to starting a new path on towards our dreams.
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