History in the Making

The city of Sacramento, capital of California, was founded in 1839 by a Swiss-American named John Sutter. While not originally the capital of California, in it's early days it had become the central hub to those seeking fortune and fame during the gold rush. It was at Sutter's mill just 25 miles away, they first discovered the shiny substance, a historical event that created a serious frenzy and a city with an extremely rich history.

Rock On!

Things in my life have been, shall we say, a bit topsy turvy. With so much upheaval and change it's a wonder I can find any time or motivation to exercise at all. When I stop to think about everything that goes on in my day, it's hard to imagine breathing let alone breathing heavily for 30 minutes or more. As hard at it is to find time though, it would be even harder to see myself falling victim to not making the time and watching all my progress fly straight out the window yet again. Sometimes it is so hard to wrap my head around managing my time, I just kinda give up and trudge forward, clinging ever so tightly to the hope I can make it through the day with out losing it completely and employing the way of the ostrich. Head fully buried in the deepest hole I can find.

Don't Smoke 'em if You Got 'em

The other day was just one of those days. It was stressful and filled with thoughts of blah! It's been raining for the last 2 weeks straight, which makes us here in California very grumpy. Kinda throws your whole attitude off kilter. It left me feeling restless and out of sorts. Add to that the fact that I now have to move thanks to the great bubble burst of '08, and you can push my stress level up to defcon 20. Not being able to ride my bike to work or walk without getting drenched, for the past couple of weeks, got me good and ready to do something about it. In the past I would have resorted to cigarettes, booze and cheesecake to get myself to a more zen place. Not this time. The gym would be my best solution for coping with the pressure I was under.

A Stencil for My LIfe

My grandmother was not your typical grandmother when it came to crafty type things. She was not your average crazy knitting Grammy. Her craftiness manifested it self in quilts and embroidery. She was dangerous with a sewing machine and when I was growing up she was always embroidering things. There wasn't a piece of cloth in the house that didn't have some ornate pattern sewn into it's fibers. Her most prolific era was the 70's, and her talents lent themselves to the fashion of the day for sure. Adorning your garments with ridiculous sayings or cute little images was a sign of the times. A trend that I have seen come and go through the ages.

Funeral for a Friend

Life. What a confusing and ever changing thing. It seems almost as if it has it's own agenda and very rarely do we have a say in what happens. Sure we have some control over ourselves and the decisions we make, but it is the outside forces that create the unpredictable part of it all.

It's The Little Things

Over the weekend my wife and I went to a big warehouse store to do some food shopping. Not only are these club stores gleaming bastions of commerce, but they also allow the health conscious to buy the things they need in large amounts. We regularly stock up on proteins there as well as cruise the isle just for the hell of it. It's good exercise. Those places are huge! A couple times around the outer perimeter and you've burned a good 100 calories.

Heavy Boots of Lead

In the last blog I posted, I was hesitant to say what I really felt and what I really wanted to accomplish in the new year. There were a few reasons why but I just couldn't bring myself to put it out there for fear of making a great grand statement and then falling short and looking like a jackass.