As it is becoming tradition, I recently went to the town fair with the family. Oakland puts on a spectacular fireworks show, has a few rides, fundraising refreshment stands and games, you know the deal. Overall it’s a great family atmosphere at the recreation complex.
Last year the family watched (and laughed at) my father in law as he went on some ridiculous spinning up in the air, twisting turning crazy-creaky-clackity fold-up-into-a-truck-that-you-will-occasionally-see-on-the highway-and-vow-you-will-never-ride-one-of-those-rides type carnival ride. Again, we laughed at him, but at the expense of a pair of glasses, he had a blast.
Fast-forward to this year: a last minute unlimited ride wristband (one for me and one for Dexter), a short line at “the Paratrooper”, and my father in law looking at me with tickets in hand asking if I’m going on. After quickly contemplating if I should worry about why the ride sounds like a 1986 Corolla with the original brakes, I hopped on The Paratrooper, and up and away over the baseball fields we went. A bit scary since I haven’t been on a ‘serious’ carnival ride in a long time, but it was fun nonetheless. I’m a rollercoaster person and can handle most any ride (or at least back in my teens I could) but the anticipation here made me nervous. Also, some weird new sense of responsibility and helplessness came over me as i was looking down on the family. I started thinking, “If this breaks, this is so completely unnecessary and avoidable. Will people in my obit ask why I had to go on the carnival ride? Was this some form of bad parenting? Maybe I should have had a salad for dinner, this is really creaky.”
Short of it, no, I don’t believe it’s bad parenting, its just living life the best way. Maybe that means going on a poorly maintained carnival ride, or playing drums and guitar with Mr. Joe and Little Puppy way past bedtime, or putting your worries aside about what others will think of you. I’m a firm believer that you should always have fun with what you do, even if it does initially push you outside your comfort zone.
Today was a good day. After much anticipation, it was Monster Jam day with my son at Metlife Stadium. I’ve been working quite a bit lately and I wanted to spend a full day with him. I went a little overboard with the purchases, but it was worth it. Yeah, the trucks were cool, but the whole point was to spend time with him and see him having a good time. Mission accomplished. We had the fortune of going for a ride on Grave Digger before the event began. I think he’ll be talking about it for a few years. The weather couldn’t have been better and the seats we had were awesome. This will probably be our last Monster Jam (we’ve been to two total) and I think that once you have seen an indoor one (don’t do that) and an outdoor one (do that if you have to go to a Monster Jam) you don’t really need to see any more. Outdoor Monster Jam > indoor monsterjam..
Since I’m not so sure what this is going to be, I will start off saying what it is not. Then, we’ll see what kind of thoughts get written down. I’m not committing to cadence (yeah, don’t look forward to hearing about my life. You’ll be disappointed, even if the posts are frequent) and since I’ve had this domain for a few years now purely for email, I am clearly lacking for ideas.
Furthermore, this site will not be:
- a recipe site that makes you scroll 14 pages to get the actual recipe. Thanks for all that scrolling, now I can eat an extra carb.
- a place for me to rant about annoying people around me.
- a place for me to post pictures of me and my family.
- a place for you to find self-proclaimed mastery of my professional work.*
- a place for pure enlightenment. Go read the Bible if that’s what you’re looking for.
- a place where I care about punctuation and capitalization much.
- a mommy blog.
- an aggregation of all the social media posts I “like” or ‘favorite’.
- a place for me to rant on bad travel days.**
That’s about it for now. I’ll be tidying up around here a bit. Not that I care if you care.
See, this will be fun.
*There may be some work posts.
**If I do rant about travel, leave me alone. It’s usually warranted.
As my cousin calls it, and I’m sure many others as well, THE DREADMILL. Well, some people don’t like it, others live it. I happen to have a love hate relationship with it, but today, I love it. I have very inconsistent benchmarks with my workouts, but one that always seems to be a good measure of success both psychologically and physically seems to be the 7 minute mile. And today I’ve broken it yet again. Not the most bragadocious achievement for everyone, but for me, at my current weight hovering just over 245lb, I’m quite pleased. I hit the mile at 6:55, which puts me at a 6:55 pace (ha), and average speed of 8.675mph. That’s great!
My next goal is to break 6:30, which won’t be easy (that’s a 9.231 pace), but it’s achievable in the not so distant future.