When I was young, seemed that life was so wonderful, Magical..., haha, just kidding. When I was young my cousin Bubba was dating a girl whose name was Gina, at least I think it was Gina. Gina worked in a TCBY, yogurt place. I would go down and spend time in the yogurt shop, I don't remember how I got there or why I was even there, but I remember I ate a lot of yogurt.
Anyway, on one of the nights I was there it was close to the beginning of school starting for the year. I had a zany notion that it would be cool to pull up on the first day of school in a Limousine. I thought that me and whoever climbed out of the limo with me would be kings of the school the entire year. So at Gina's yogurt shop I started calling all my friends and filled them in on my idea. Those of us that would be in the Limo would be called "The Limousines" (clever I know). After I got a group of guys who were willing I grabbed the Yellow Pages and started ringing some Limo companies. The consensus I got from the dozen or so Limo companies I got was that it would be $100 per hr plus tip. Seeing as me and the group of guys I had wrangled up had fewer that $3.42 to our names we decided this was not going to happen. I was sad for about 10 minutes until I had some more Yogurt. I pretty much forgot about it after that, until I pulled up to school on the first day in my mom's Mitsubishi Expo. It's like a Limo, but more like a Mini-Van.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Juice update
By the way, I'm loving the juice fast and loving the way I feel and the weight I've lost so far.
Things so far
Well, I've been blogging now for about a month and things are going well. Aside from our family vacation which kept me away from the computer, Ive been pretty consistent. My comments have also been low, which is to be expected. To be honest I wanted to this to fly under the radar. Like I said in the beginning this is more for me. So lets have some more thoughts from child hood, by me.
Whenever my family would take family vacations we would go to fun places, like Disneyland, Magic Mountain, Sea World, etc. Most the time in Southern California. We lived in Yuma, AZ so going to So Cal was easy and close. I remember that whenever we would drive to the coast my parents would have a contest. The contest was to see who could see the ocean first, although now I realize that it was a contest to get us kids to keep quiet after 3 hrs of jabbering on. The winner of the contest got an extra french fry at McDonald's when we stopped for lunch. I think we all got extra frys but it was still fun to see the ocean. The funny thing is that I do the same thing with my daughter today. We go over to Cal every now and then and when we get close I always tell her that if she sees the ocean before I do she gets a treat. She loves it, and so do I.
Whenever my family would take family vacations we would go to fun places, like Disneyland, Magic Mountain, Sea World, etc. Most the time in Southern California. We lived in Yuma, AZ so going to So Cal was easy and close. I remember that whenever we would drive to the coast my parents would have a contest. The contest was to see who could see the ocean first, although now I realize that it was a contest to get us kids to keep quiet after 3 hrs of jabbering on. The winner of the contest got an extra french fry at McDonald's when we stopped for lunch. I think we all got extra frys but it was still fun to see the ocean. The funny thing is that I do the same thing with my daughter today. We go over to Cal every now and then and when we get close I always tell her that if she sees the ocean before I do she gets a treat. She loves it, and so do I.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Church
I remember one time when I was probably about 8. My dad and I were out in the backyard of the house with the mound in the front yard and the pool in the back. I think we lived across the street from someone named Carla. Anyway, it was Sunday, I was swinging on the swing set and I asked my dad if we could stay home from church. Keep in mind I had asked this question before and the answer was always no. To my surprise this time he said YES! I was so excited and we actually did stay home from church.
Later I realized that it was conference weekend and there was no church. I'm still glad we stayed home.
That reminds me also of when we used to go to Los Betos, a Mexican restaurant on Sundays after church. Now I see the folly of that but back then we loved it, they had the best Sopapillas (errr...spelling)!
Later I realized that it was conference weekend and there was no church. I'm still glad we stayed home.
That reminds me also of when we used to go to Los Betos, a Mexican restaurant on Sundays after church. Now I see the folly of that but back then we loved it, they had the best Sopapillas (errr...spelling)!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
End of the first day
Well, it's near the end of the first day of juicing and I am actually feeling great. I'm a little hungry, but that is to be expected. I think I'm just going to have to resign myself to the fact that I'm gonna be hungry. I had a fruit juice for breakfast and then I had a fruit/vegetable juice for lunch and dinner. I also drank alot of water. I think the hardest part about this diet will be the mental aspect. I will have to be committed but more than that it is going to be hard not putting food in my mouth. Before a drink was just a drink and something that accompanied a meal. Now the drink is the meal. It's going to be mentally tough to get past the fact that there is no food coming. I'm getting plenty of calories and they are the right kind of calories, but it's still just weird not eating. It is going to be a constant struggle to remember, "Oh, ya, no food.
The first 3 days are going to be the hardest. I think after that my body and mind will get into a routine. I also found out that my work is doing a weight loss contest. If I can do as good as the guy int he documentary then I am going to destroy the competition. The competition is 3 months long and there is a monthly winner and an overall winner. The total prize is $500, that is how much I can win if I win all 3 monthly weigh ins and the final.
Again, wish me luck.
The first 3 days are going to be the hardest. I think after that my body and mind will get into a routine. I also found out that my work is doing a weight loss contest. If I can do as good as the guy int he documentary then I am going to destroy the competition. The competition is 3 months long and there is a monthly winner and an overall winner. The total prize is $500, that is how much I can win if I win all 3 monthly weigh ins and the final.
Again, wish me luck.
Juice me up coach
This post has nothing to do with my past, in fact it has everything to do with my future. For today I started juicing. Now wait, before congress does an investigation and I get kicked out of major league baseball let me explain. I watched a documentary called Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. It is about a mans 60 day journey across America and he eats nothing but freshly juiced fruits and vegetables. He loses 90 lbs and stops all the medicine he was taking.
Now I'm most likely not going to do this 60 days, but I am definitely doing it for 15 days and then re evaluate. So I'm dedicating the next 15 days of blog posts to my journey into juice. I'm also allowing myself to eat raw fruits and veggies in addition to juicing them. My wife is a little more on board with this diet becqause it doesn't involve only eating meat or taking shots and only eating as much as a field mouse like other crazy diets. Yes, I'm referring to Atkins and HCG. Both of which I'm convinced will cause long term damage. This one probably will as well but fruits and veggies are good for you right? I'll still try to blog about childhood memories which is why all 3 of you read this blog but I am going to focus on juice.
Wish me luck!
Now I'm most likely not going to do this 60 days, but I am definitely doing it for 15 days and then re evaluate. So I'm dedicating the next 15 days of blog posts to my journey into juice. I'm also allowing myself to eat raw fruits and veggies in addition to juicing them. My wife is a little more on board with this diet becqause it doesn't involve only eating meat or taking shots and only eating as much as a field mouse like other crazy diets. Yes, I'm referring to Atkins and HCG. Both of which I'm convinced will cause long term damage. This one probably will as well but fruits and veggies are good for you right? I'll still try to blog about childhood memories which is why all 3 of you read this blog but I am going to focus on juice.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Hot weather reminds me of...
Well, it is summer in the PHX. Weather.com shows that we are going to get as high as 115 in the next 10 days. That is really hot, but luckily for me I'll be in San Francisco where the highs are in the 60's for the next 10 days. So, you know how going certain places, or smelling certain smells, or hearing certain things bring back memories? For example, when I smell sunflower seeds I always think of little league baseball. I would always eat seeds while either playing or watching a game. I loved those memories because they all include sports and family, two of my favorite things. I also remember that after the games we would get drink tickets to go to the snack bar and get a drink. I would always get a suicide. A suicide is a drink that includes all of the drinks available at the soda fountain. It would always be an orangy brown color and taste like nasty medicine, but we loved it.
For those of you that don't know, we had a dust storm (haboob) come through phoenix last week. It was the largest dust storm I had ever seen. Some people say we have these all the time but this one was extreme. It was a wall of dust 100 miles wide and 10,000 feet high. Basically think of the dust storm from the mummy movie and that is pretty much what it was like. We weren't in town but saw pictures of it on the news and saw the aftermath of it when we returned home. Dust was everywhere! So, yesterday I was doing some clean up and all the dust brought back some memories from my childhood.
When I was a kid we lived in Yuma, AZ. We liked to spend our winters out at the sand dunes. We would camp out on Friday night and spend all day Saturday riding and playing at the dunes. We would usu ally go with our friends the Lemmons. Since it was all dirt and no foliage to be seen we would always start camp fires. One time we were having a hard time getting the fire to start. So, in an effort to help I started throwing sand on it thinking that the sand would get that baby a blazing. As most of you know sand has the opposite effect on fire. After throwing about a trash can amount of dirt on the fire it went out. Sis. Lemmon looked at the fire and said "who put the fire out?" I said that all I did was throw dirt on it to try to get it to light. She filled me in on the mechanics of fire starting and the non-lighting properties of dirt. Since then I only used dirt on a fire to get it to go out.
Another memory I have of the sand dunes is when I flipped and cracked my head open. We had 3 wheelers growing up as quads were not around yet. My parents bought a small automatic 3 wheeler called "the Tri-Zinger" for us boys. It was only 50cc and had a top speed of about 20mph. We didn't care that it was slow because it was easy to ride and it was just our size. We also had a rule that we had to wear helmets at all times, which actually surprises me because I don't remember any other safety rules coming from my folks ever, like seat belts in the car or don't throw pad locks at your brother (from a previous post). We had white helmet that buckled under the chin. The buckle was the kind with a strap on one side and a ring on the other and you had to loop the strap through the ring a couple times to get it to be secure. I hated doing the loop, so instead of buckling the helmet I tucked the strap and buckle up inside the helmet, looking back this was not such a good idea. When it was my turn to ride I put on the helmet tucked in the strap and buckle and took off. I was racing along the flats when i saw a small bump. I headed strait for it, thinking I would pull up a little and maybe get my front tire off the ground. So I hit the bum at top speed and yanked up on the handle bars as hard as I could. What happened next was kind of a blur, but I remember flipping completely over. When I stood up I saw that the bump was a bottle on its side covered with sand and the Tri-Zinger flipped and still running. I didn't know what to do so I started waling back to our camp, which was only about 200 yards away. While I was walking I noticed that me head hurt really bad. I reached up to feel it but my helmet was still on. I took off the helmet and as I did I felt something that I had never felt before. The buckle had jammed itself into my scalp and the feeling was the buckle sliding back out of my scalp, this is when the real fun began. As soon as the buckle came out of my head the open wound started gushing blood, and I mean gushing. Immediately my back and side were covered in blood. As I got closer to the camp my parents saw me and I could only imagin their horror when they looked and saw their favorite son staggering towards them covered from head to toe in blood. They ran towards me and wrapped my head in a towel, threw me in the back of the truck and raced towards the hospital. By the time we got to the hospital the towel was soaked and there was a pretty good sized puddle in the bed of the truck. We walked inside and needless to say we got right in to see a doctor. I was confused about what they were going to do to help so the nurse that was helping me drew a circle on a piece of paper and said "this is what your wound looks like now" then she drew a strait line and said "this is what we're going to make it look like". So they shaved my head around the wound and stitched me up. Is till have a scar to this day, ask me about it and I'll show you.
For those of you that don't know, we had a dust storm (haboob) come through phoenix last week. It was the largest dust storm I had ever seen. Some people say we have these all the time but this one was extreme. It was a wall of dust 100 miles wide and 10,000 feet high. Basically think of the dust storm from the mummy movie and that is pretty much what it was like. We weren't in town but saw pictures of it on the news and saw the aftermath of it when we returned home. Dust was everywhere! So, yesterday I was doing some clean up and all the dust brought back some memories from my childhood.
When I was a kid we lived in Yuma, AZ. We liked to spend our winters out at the sand dunes. We would camp out on Friday night and spend all day Saturday riding and playing at the dunes. We would usu ally go with our friends the Lemmons. Since it was all dirt and no foliage to be seen we would always start camp fires. One time we were having a hard time getting the fire to start. So, in an effort to help I started throwing sand on it thinking that the sand would get that baby a blazing. As most of you know sand has the opposite effect on fire. After throwing about a trash can amount of dirt on the fire it went out. Sis. Lemmon looked at the fire and said "who put the fire out?" I said that all I did was throw dirt on it to try to get it to light. She filled me in on the mechanics of fire starting and the non-lighting properties of dirt. Since then I only used dirt on a fire to get it to go out.
Another memory I have of the sand dunes is when I flipped and cracked my head open. We had 3 wheelers growing up as quads were not around yet. My parents bought a small automatic 3 wheeler called "the Tri-Zinger" for us boys. It was only 50cc and had a top speed of about 20mph. We didn't care that it was slow because it was easy to ride and it was just our size. We also had a rule that we had to wear helmets at all times, which actually surprises me because I don't remember any other safety rules coming from my folks ever, like seat belts in the car or don't throw pad locks at your brother (from a previous post). We had white helmet that buckled under the chin. The buckle was the kind with a strap on one side and a ring on the other and you had to loop the strap through the ring a couple times to get it to be secure. I hated doing the loop, so instead of buckling the helmet I tucked the strap and buckle up inside the helmet, looking back this was not such a good idea. When it was my turn to ride I put on the helmet tucked in the strap and buckle and took off. I was racing along the flats when i saw a small bump. I headed strait for it, thinking I would pull up a little and maybe get my front tire off the ground. So I hit the bum at top speed and yanked up on the handle bars as hard as I could. What happened next was kind of a blur, but I remember flipping completely over. When I stood up I saw that the bump was a bottle on its side covered with sand and the Tri-Zinger flipped and still running. I didn't know what to do so I started waling back to our camp, which was only about 200 yards away. While I was walking I noticed that me head hurt really bad. I reached up to feel it but my helmet was still on. I took off the helmet and as I did I felt something that I had never felt before. The buckle had jammed itself into my scalp and the feeling was the buckle sliding back out of my scalp, this is when the real fun began. As soon as the buckle came out of my head the open wound started gushing blood, and I mean gushing. Immediately my back and side were covered in blood. As I got closer to the camp my parents saw me and I could only imagin their horror when they looked and saw their favorite son staggering towards them covered from head to toe in blood. They ran towards me and wrapped my head in a towel, threw me in the back of the truck and raced towards the hospital. By the time we got to the hospital the towel was soaked and there was a pretty good sized puddle in the bed of the truck. We walked inside and needless to say we got right in to see a doctor. I was confused about what they were going to do to help so the nurse that was helping me drew a circle on a piece of paper and said "this is what your wound looks like now" then she drew a strait line and said "this is what we're going to make it look like". So they shaved my head around the wound and stitched me up. Is till have a scar to this day, ask me about it and I'll show you.
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