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Ok, rough week.  On the bright side I've lost about 5-6 pounds. Bad news, it was due to stress.  So to meet my goal weight I have to get really stressed. I don't want that. So back to plan B - hard work.  Enough about my flabby, yet oh so adorable physique.

I got a car! After much research, I decided I wanted this:

A 2005 Dodge Magnum RT with a 5.7L Hemi.  I like it. a lot of people think it's a station wagon, and on the title it says station wagon, but to me it's a daddy sport vehicle with occasional seating for family. It was a complicated process to find one that fit my wants ... I mean, needs, but it has paid off so far. I'll allow you some time to ooo and aahhh.

This will be the end of this entry. Sorry, like I said stressfull week, so you don't want to hear about that.

Also - the first Regular Dad episode is in the works.  In the future I will be taking questions so that I can answer them on the show. Put your thinking caps on and work up some great questions!

Cook Du Jour

One of my little known talents is that I can cook. Not just opening a can of Spaghetti-Os and zapping them in the microwave, I mean smack Gordon Ramsey in the back of the head good.  Maybe not that good, but if he did try my food I'd hit him in the back of the head and when he woke up I'd tell him the flavor knocked him out.  Lately I've been embracing that talent a little more.  I've been cooking meals at home to provide a healthy alternative to fast food or dining out.  I've loved it, and the fact my daughters tell me how wonderful it is melts me heart. They aren't lying either, they are actually eating everything on their plate which is unusual.

I feel that I have the duty to respond to the allegation, from my sister, that I was near a heart attack when I beat her at jumping rope.  She has also said the she was not actually competing. Isn't that cute? My daughters do the same thing when I win at something. They all of a sudden "weren't playing."  It's ok though, I'm planning a triathlon that will be broadcast on the inter nets.  The gauntlet  is thrown down.

The events will be announced at a later date (as soon as I find out what her weaknesses are).


I know this one is short. Stop Laughing, I was talking about this blog entry. Your mind is in the gutter. Back on track - as I said, this one isn't long, but the length doesn't really matter, it's how you use the content of it.  I usually send a few days thinking up witty things to say, or my theories of the universe to discuss and share, but this week I didn't.  I really felt blah.  So Cheer me up. Ready ... and ... go.  Now.  Geez, this isn't working. Try harder next time.  Until then, I leave you with this thought.

What, it's my thought I left you with, not words I typed.  My thoughts don't leave my brain, and boy am I glad - I could get into a thousand problems at once.

Think to you later.

A Funny Thing Happened on the way to ... where was I going?

Did you ever read someone's Facebook or Twitter status\update and it was so hypocritical or just wrong that you wanted to call them out on it? There's been that emotion a lot inside of my brain.  My heart stops my brain signals from lashing out and being rude, yet correct.  I mean, we know I'm right.

People do hypocritical things all the time, and if we tell them that they did - boom, angry town.  Even if you have their best interest at heart, they don't like to hear how to live their lives or spend their money, etc, etc.

Now that I got that out of the way, I want all of you who pointed out that I weighed more at the end of my DietBet than I did when I started that I'm not talking to you. Poopyheads.

Seriously though, I really failed at this one, but I can always try for the next one.  I'm getting a good start by going on a Natural Nutrition 28 Day Program. (Thanks Maranda!) I'm human, and I'm sure I'll make a mistake, you know - just one, but it looks like an excellent start.  I'm getting back to the home gym too, I've got enough there to get me toned (I feel awkward using the word 'toned' - pretend I said 'overwhelming ripped').

For those of you asking about my book (or short story to be exact) - I'm nearing the end of the third in the series and will release both the second and third at the same time.

On February 4th, 1999, I met Lyndsay Armstrong on a blind date.  She must really have been blind because we have been together ever since. We've been together for 15 years! Our togetherness can almost get a drivers license!  Our 10th anniversary is this May 29th.  Get your credit cards ready because I'm going to be making an Amazon wish list and I expect everyone to buy the crap she wants, or else I have to - and I really, really don't want to.

Hm... I think that's it for now... Oh yeah, I beat my sister at jump rope, she said she wasn't trying to compete, but whatever - she tried, and failed. Boom.

Possible Mariticide in Progress...

For starters, mariticide is the murder of one's husband.  I'm the husband.  Lyndsay, well, she's trying to slowly kill me.  I can't even get through with one project (of which requires bladed chains, saw blades or nails and staples going faster that the speed of light involved) before she gets that look.  I've come to know this as the "run away from her now and pretend you have diarrhea and can't be stopped" sign.  Yep, head for the nearest bathroom and hope she doesn't run after you. Lock the door behind you, if you can, and then turn on the water faucet in your bath\shower on full blast and hide in the corner. Unfortunately, this doesn't last forever, but at least you can get a break. If you don't follow those directions, you will be told of another "little thing" that she wants you to do.  She is waiting for me to have a mishap so she can claim it was an accident. I am smarter than that. I'm going to have diarrhea for the next two weeks.

We have gotten a lot accomplished around our house, truth be told. This weekend we cut down an old tree that I had cut down a while back but never was about to cut it up and move it. We did that.  I was also able to start cutting down a tree that I swore Lyndsay told me she wanted cut down.  I must not have heard her well, I was probably yelling I had to go to the bathroom and running away.  Luckily I only got a few limbs down before I was corrected.  Last time I try to cut down anything when I'm home alone.

Enough about my pretend bowel issues.

As you all know, because you have been reading my blog and are friends with me on Facebook, which you do and are, right? Of course you do and are, I'm just being insecure. Back to the topic, I am in a DietBet right now. I'm not doing well in it, but I think I might be able to shave my body hair to lose the 6 pounds I need right now, so I have that as an option.  Exercise is going well, even on the weekends when I'm too busy being whipped by Lyndsay (not in the fun way) to do my formal exercises. I do get cardio in as well with the running away that I do, and I guess I get some squats in too, when I'm pretending to sit on the toilet. Wow, did we get back to toilet talk again? Geez.

I'll update you more later, my fingers hurt and I think I hear her calling my name, so I'm going to run to the bathroom and turn the faucets on.

Wish me luck.

Hard Work and Determination

You probably clicked on the linked thinking I messed up on the title. Nope, this post is about that junk.  If you follow me on Facebook, which I'm sure you do. You do, right? Well, if you don't, just say you do so I don't begin to cry, I have sensitive feelings and overactive tear ducts. Anyway, if you'll let me get back to the subject and if you'll stop changing it (geez), I have been working on my garage. It was a mess, I admit it (I blame my wife and kids).  I originally got a cabinet for my wife to put kitchen appliances in, since they were multiplying and overrunning the kitchen.  It grew from there.

I'm going to keep this short, since it took my over 20 hours of man power (at at least whatever power I can produce). I finished. There ya go.

On the subject of my DietBet, thank you for asking, I think I have a fair chance of making possibly a fool of myself.  I started my routines too late I think, but maybe the weight will shed off. Also, I've gained some upper body muscle weight, so that I got that going for me.  Calendar will be out, just a little late.

2014, Bring it On (and other cliches)

My first post in 2014. This is actually my first post in a while actually. I hope you like it. If you don't, please lie and tell me that you like it.

It's been a busy time. Christmas, New Years, and two birthdays later, I think I'm caught up, at least a little.  If you follow my posts on Facebook you know that I'm in enough DietBet (www.dietbetter.com) and I'm fully committed. I think. I've been very diligent about drinking more water (which FYI make sure you can easily make it to the bathroom in a pinch) and exercising everyday, each day getting more intense. Runtastic makes some great apps that work well for that. Right now (not yet half way through the bet) I have went down three pounds, and up two. So I'm down one pound at the moment. That's cool, as long as I don't go up.

I've been building a home gym, and it is firmly my belief that if I put to get the equipment and stare at it that I get buff. So, I usually try to spend an hour or so each day staring at it. Hard.  I feel the burn. And sometimes I use it. Take these for instance:

These are awesome, the are the selectable dumb bells. No bulky sets, just these.  I do use them. Once again an app helps with with my routines (Maybe I use too much technology? Nah, hahah, sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, never enough technology.) I've also got a Power Tower and an incline bench.  I will be so buff by the time I stop staring. I hope my shirts still fit.

Other than that going on, I did buy an Xbox One, been playing some games on there, but I've kinda put it aside for now while I work on the bod. In addition to putting some gaming on hold, I've also put the fast food and dining out on hold, making more food myself (ask my family how good it is. I'm a natural in the kitchen.). It's healthier and it's really fun, especially since we got a new dishwasher that actually works and there is not a lot of washing by hand. It's like a dream come true.  I will have update pictures if you want them, maybe making them in 3D so you can see exactly how large my pectorals are.  Notice I said pectorals and not man boobs.

A Bit on Body Art

Some of you know that I like tattoos. I have only one, but I have plans to change that. I do want to mention that these changes will probably be after the calendar, but don't worry - there is always next year.

Some of you may also know that I'm a big fan of Batman and Nightwing (Look it up). My current tattoo is of the 1989 Batman logo on my right upper arm. I plan on getting it (or the 1992, there is a difference) on my chest (post pectoral growth), the Nightwing logo on my upper left arm, and a variation of the Nightwing logo on my back (complete upper back, possibly to upper arms).

My mother won't be happy. She wasn't happy about the one I have now, so I'm going into proactive mode trying to ease into it. You know, your can't upset your momma, and she is always right, so I'm going to be out of luck no matter what. Maybe I'll wear makeup on them? But when I go swimming at their house ... well I couldn't. This requires more thought.

What are your thoughts on tattoos?