Update on me, I hope you enjoy

Sorry for the delays, it has been somewhat hectic for me lately. Not really an excuse, but I got called out via comment on my last post so for the sake of societal norms I need to shift or divert blame from myself. I hope it worked....

On to the update:

1. My grandfather passed away. That pretty much sucked. Still does.
2. My son seems to becoming more of a daddy's boy by the day. That's pretty awesome.
   
3. I have been a regular member of the Pain Cave (see last post). I would like to say I am done with traditional training for fitness. As my fitness mentor wrote, I thinks it's better to adopt the fitness goal of "being ready at any time for anything".
   
4. My wife has started getting her "Cave" on. I like it when she does hula hoop wiggles with her hips. That's fun to watch....
   
5. My mom has accused me of being into S&M. Between the cut on my nose, the bruises on my shoulders, the constant soreness in my ribs and abs, or the knee jerk reaction to hit the floor every time I here the word "drop", I prefer to think of it as a zest for life and all things "Caved". Seriously, it's good stuff.
6. My wife's dog attacks me every night when I come home. In a good way, but she is still a full grown horse-bear, and some of those bites do hurt. As yet we have not developed "safety words".
7. My brother's son is a psychic, seriously he is. Not the "Call me now for your free reading" kind of psychic, but the kind that helps police find missing children and tells you not to take the 5:45pm bus from downtown to west side because of Keanu Reeves needing to diffuse a bomb. A good psychic. FYI- congrats on the newest expectation there RHazy!!!
   
8. My other brother has secured a sponsorship with a bowling equipment supplier to go on tour and do demos and represent the brand. Not sure I am explaining or describing it right, but in my head it's similar to Michael Jordan getting a deal with Nike because he was good at basketball and he needed shoes. Only for bowling.
9. A guy where I worked came in wearing a sweater that was too small for my 3 year old son to wear. Snug to the point that even though he was warm, his "high beams" (i.e. skittles, nubbins, tuner knobs, nipples) were on prominent display. Being a sympathetic guy that you all have come to know and love, I innocently state the following: "I wasn't aware Under Armour made sweaters". I bet anybody any amount of money that that particular article of clothing is now smoldering in his fireplace. I was once helped with my fashion sense, and I have since "Paid it Forward".

See Ya!!!

I have been officially "Caved"

Ah, the beauty of unfeeling iron, the camaraderie of fellow masochists, & the evil genius of a fitness deviant, all combined to reduce one and all to pulverized meat. Not for the faint of heart or the faint of courage. Come on, you know you have been bad. And the bad must be punished...

http://paincavefitness.blogspot.com/

I love the holidays except for...

The total and unashamed commercialization of the season (which starts at 12:01am the day after Thanksgiving). No offense meant, but some commercials/advertisements during the holidays are asinine and ignorant. Examples are:

1. Give your loved one a brand new vehicle- I am sorry, but unless you are crazy rich, you aren't getting your loved one a new car. You are getting them a brand new car payment for the next 5-6 years. Way to go dumb ass, nothing says love like monthly payments on a piece of property that loses value the moment it rolls off the lot and isn't really yours for 60 months. Awww, you shouldn't have. You really, really shouldn't have.
2. Jewelry as a gift while children brutalize holiday rhymes to hint at the special moment just around the corner- Just give the necklace/ear rings/bracelet/ diamond a be a man about it. Don't Skatell her about it, and don't turn the gifting process into a round table prop session for Jared, and for heaven's sake don't hum the jingles (Every Kiss Begins with Kay) as she opens it. Really, you jewelry people need to show some sophistication (your current methods are tired). Don't blow your wad during December either, Valentine's is right around the corner...
3. Hey little girl, wanna be a real woman and learn to cook, clean, take care of a baby, etc., etc. etc???- Seriously, I thought the femi-nazis would have put a stop to the Easy bake Oven and its evolutionary offspring. How many more girls have to be diagnosed with a eating disorder before Barbie fades away? Umm, a baby doll that poops? You just crossed the line on that one. My son got a cook out grill one year, that's just funny as hell if you ask me.
4. Fast Food Restaurant Gift Certificates- Hey, I care enough about you to encourage you to go to places that are considered by some the reason America is the fattest land in the world and put your health in jeopardy. I mean, 'tis the season for diabetes and heart conditions. You are someone I care about, don't be mad I am rushing you to the grave.
   
5. End of year car-sales-athons- Man, I wish someone would come up with a new way to pique my interest other than scare me into running down to the local dealership because time is running out. Really, running out? So if I show up the week after with a wheelbarrow full of cash, you won't let me crack you down like a shotgun and get a sweetheart deal? I think you might....

I reject your attempts to influence my buying decisions. Now, if you will excuse me, my wifey poo needs to plug in her new iPod....