Oh how my life has changed

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately.  My 20th HS reunion came and went, I did not go.  I'm sorry for the fact that I missed the opportunity to see and reconnect with old friends.  As I could tell by some of the post, everybody still the same, with exceptions of new wrinkles and gray hair.  I have spent past few weeks going over the last 20 years, and have come up with the conclusion that I am an extremely lucky man.
      I'm not going to go into first 10 years out of HS.  Those of you that know me can paint a clear picture of what I was. Those of you who knew me during HS, well, pretty much the same.  Those are funny stories for another time.
     March of 2002, I moved to Houston.  No future, had a job with enterprise, worse job ever, just got up and left the 305.  Came to Houston to start a life with my wife.  Finally I left the comforts of my family and had to put my boots on.  Ended up taking a job working as an Aide for a special needs class at a local HS.  This job turned into my career.  A mighty good one I must say.  Finally had a life.
     Three wonderful things came out of all of this: Taryn, Jackson, and Summer.  These are my three everythings.  They are the reason i get up in the morning and the reasons I stay up late(Taryn!!!!) Are they perfect, well lets say that they are perfectly imperfect.
     Taryn is my oldest.  She is 18 and has graduated from high school.  She is Dad's big baby girl.  She wants to be a FBI profiler. I am very proud of her despite the fact that I have been up in her business since she turned 12.  I apologize Taryn, even though we still had some issues, I did it because I love you.  Its hard now because I'm trying to let go of the reigns.  She is a cause of most of my gray hair.  I see very special things happening in her future.  She is the total package.  She just needs to see it :)
     Jackson, my son, the one who has saved me from a home filled with estrogen.  My son is awesome.  He is a triple threat also.  Smart, handsome beyond belief, and 100 times better athlete than his dad ever was(only seven).  My son has his mother's calm sense of being and her organizational skills.  However, and probably not going to help him, he has his father's lack of a filter.  What ever he does though, he does well.  Lookout world, you will be hearing about my son.
     Then there is little baby girl, Summer.  She is dad times 100.  Nothing can or will stop her when she sets her mind to it.  Threat of punishment doesn't matter.  Also has inherited dad's lack of a filter and wit.  She is gorgeous.  Planning on grounding her when she becomes a teen.  She always the first to give dad a hug and kiss when I get back from anything.
     My life has turned out pretty well.  I have no regrets.  Everything I have done in my past has led me here.

Til Tomorrow

Rocking the body and other random thoughts

Day 2 of my PSX90 journey.  I must say I feel more worn out than yesterday.  Today's disc was entitled Plyometrics???? I quickly found out that this meant lots of squatting and jumping.  My buddy Josh pointed out to me that I could put the disc on cue, meaning only time I had to hear guy speak was when the routine changed.  Trust me this helps.  Hard for me to listen to someone talk more than I do.
      Routine starts with deep squats and the explosive jumps.  As is custom to anyone that knows me, I say wow this is simple.  By end of thirty seconds my body wants to revolt against me.  One thing I can say about PSX90, you do sweat.  I must say I am proud that I have done two days.  Will I continue, I says yes, my body says we will see.

10 Random thoughts for this fine rainy day.

10.  I want to look like Chris Hemmsworth(Thor).

9.  Kristen Stewart is really hot.

8.  If gas is running out, why are there still new gas stations popping up?

7.  What happens when you mix Monster with Purple stuff?

6.  If your seven year old can beat you in Madden, its time to retire?

5.  Does anyone have a problem with Morning Star products?  Think about it.

4.  Why do hot dogs cost $2.15 at Walmart and almost $5.00 at Kroger's?

3.  Do the Texans plan on getting any free agents?

2.  What is the point of any kind of warranty?

1.  Are the Mayans right? If so, party at Casa del Maurer.

Life is what you make of it, so have a coke and a smile!!!!!!

PSX90 Death Trap

Today, I took the first steps to building my new body. I know, how do we capitalize on perfection? Well, it is not easy.  The hardest part was sticking the stupid disc into the Xbox.  I kid you not: I sat in front of the TV, with the disc in my hand, debating wether or not I should finish leveling up my Beserker on Borderlands(its a video game) or start my journey to a fitter me.  Unfortunately, common sense won out. 

     The music starts, and out comes one of the most annoying person I have ever had the pleasure of turning the channel on, however it was on disc and I was on a mission.  Day 1, Back and Shoulders.  10 minute warm up.  This wasn't to bad.  Extreme my ass!!! As usual, just after I open my mouth bad things happen.  Five different types of push ups.  Dickweed says" Pace yourself. Set your own goal."  So I figured ten was awesome.  Then the woman in the video says thirty.  Well, I am not getting bested by a woman.  So I pump out thirty standard push ups.  Booyah.  I'm good.  20 second rest. Next is the military push up, followed by the decline, then the diamond, and finally, but surely not least, the dive bomber push ups.  Between the four, I don't believe i made 30.  Hell, I didnt even make 20.  The whole time having to listen to Dickweed.  

     Finally ended with ab work out. Eh not so bad.  First day done.  Arms are jelly.  Only 89 days left to go.  I will be ripped.... or dead.