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Halloween and a Sunday Sesh

I hope everyone enjoyed their Halloween.  We spent our with a couple other families trick or treating across base. Kash power treated with a couple of her friends, while Hot Rod enjoyed the simple things in life like the question “why” and scaring people with his HULK mask. It was a quick affair, making sure we were back to the house in time to hand out candy to all the Japanese families who were allowed to partake in the festivities (it was also a great way to secretly get rid of some of our kiddos candy. I mean the stuff rots your teeth and is laced with razor blades and AK 47s!) While the kids did that, we sat around with some of the other parents, enjoyed some beverages, told stories, and watched Letterkenny.  After the sugar high, the kids fell asleep and October was over.  The focus is now on Thanksgiving and all the food that will be wrecked in a few weeks. Friday was a bore and Saturday the kids had a sleepover.  Sunday was becoming lazy, so we kicked into medium gear and made it to the gym.

It was a simple set on Sunday.  Sunday is church. Church means deadlifts. Deadlifts are life. Well, mostly.  There is also pizza, Kurt Russel, socks with sandals, Reese’s, late night snacks, shorts and long sleeve tee weather and of course love making with the wife. But anyway, onto the boring workout stuff.

I always bring my weight belt to the gym.  Whether I am pushing, pulling, or squatting, I keep it handy. It’s a staple.  Today though, I wanted to test myself. I wasn’t going to use it.  It was a pull day, so deadlifts were on the agenda.  I only had a short window while Krissi and the kids in the MOM Gym.*

*The MOM Gym is the worst. They threw a couple treadmills, an elipticle, some dumbbells, maybe a bench (if it isn’t moved back into the main gym) and an arena for your kids to play in. Good idea, with poor execution.  It’s like they only expect mom’s to treadmill and lift some light weight. While you should always make the best of what you have, at least give moms some better tools to become the smoking hot cougars’ young men want. Rant over.

I warmed up with 3 rounds of 5 deads at 155 lbs and 5 pullups. The music started to groove with Eminem and Dr. Dre.  I began to work up to a heavy three.  The last time I deadlifted without a belt, I pulled a single at 365. Today would turn out much different.

I threw 245 on the bar and pulled it for 3 reps. Then is was 335. Then 345. Then 355. Then 365.  365 was as smooth as butter.  As I was finishing that set, one of my favorites came across the headphones.

Ooh, baby, I like it raw. 

Yeah, baby, I like RAW!

Ooh, baby, I like it raw. 

Yeah, baby, I like RAW!

I found it fitting as I added a quarter (25 lb weight for you noobs) to each side of the barbell, totaling 385.  I placed my worn chucks under the bar and set my hands.  My hips dropped into position as I took a deep breath. 

“PULL!” I told myself. One rep down.

“PULL!” Two reps down.

“PULL!” Three reps done. 

My body had felt every single one.  Those reps weren’t as smooth as butter, but they had me feeling there was more in the tank. I threw on a 5 kilo on each side and pulled 2 reps and then 1 for good measure.  The last pulls were at 407 lbs.  I was satisfied where I was and moved on to finish the rest of the training.  I stripped the bar down to 155 and did some reverse grip barbell rows for 8 reps.  I added another 50 lbs and finished with two more sets at 5 reps.  Not wanting to be done with barbell rows, I used the regular grip on the bar and busted out 3 set at 5 reps at 227 lbs (all the odd looking lbs come from adding the small, yet solid, 5 kilo weights).  I cleaned up the rack, put my weights away and moved over to a bench for some dumbbell rows. The bench I wanted was being used by some shmuck to hold his cell phone and wallet while he did standing EZ bar curls (the same guy had also used the reverse hyper extension as a place to stow his phone and wallet while he was using the smith machine. His actions really chapped my ass that day). It was a simple flat bench I could roll the weight under to the other arm after a set.  I decided not to douche it up and settled for a different bench.  I snagged a 125 lb dumbbell and went to work, turning out 3 sets of 5 reps for each arm. I wrapped up the gym sesh with a super set of reverse hyper extensions and EZ bar curls at 8 reps each. 

 I wiped everything down and started to head to the MOM gym.  I turned the corner and there was my awesome family with smiles on their faces, ready to roll.  It had been a solid day all around.  The wife told me the kids argued the entire time while she was working out, so she just turned up her music and kept on keeping, letting the kids figure their life out.  We dropped our towels in the bucket, told the gym staff to smell us later and blew that popsicle stand waving our hands in the air like we just didn’t care.

Do Work, Be Rad

Mustache

Moments Missed: A Shitty Situation

We tied a string to the front door, Lincoln ran into me, hit the string, the door slammed on accident and boom, the tooth flew into my hair, Kash had a nervous breakdown, Lincoln was screaming because Kash was bleeding, Kash was crying because she didn’t know what was happening, I was laughing because everyone was acting insane. Anyway, we have a tooth, both kids are happy now and Kash is in disbelief that she doesn’t have a tooth. Also, Lincoln is trying to pull his teeth out with his fake pliers. Happy Sunday.

                                                                                    -A message from the Wife

 

I am finally home from a long excursion over the past 8 months. It’s been about a year since I last put effort into posting to the ol’ blog.  I have been writing, just not taking the time to edit and publish.  I used work as an excuse (it can be real hectic and take up the majority of my time), and when I would have time I would distract myself with other activities.  I’ve written about passed experiences and adventures, but I am saving those for something bigger.

Since the journey started to Japan, I have spent about 80 days with them within the past year and a half. It hasn’t been the most ideal situation, but the sandwich maker and I have managed through it and continue to just figure it out.  My wife is being tested in a ways she never imagined and kicking ass at it.  There are rough patches, but those come with the territory.  One of the hardest things I have had to deal with is watching my kids grow up through a screen through most of it.   I mean, it could be worse. I could be using snail mail, not have access to a smart phone with internet, and not be able to call/text daily.  I appreciate the technology we have now-a-days, the connectivity at our finger tips.

I could sit here and be all depressed about not seeing the family and be mad at the world for the situation that I have been placed in, but I choose to make the best of it.  I don’t always make the best of it though. I have blamed people and things for where I am at, but it never did any good. I am still here. I enjoy getting updates from my old lady (like the one from above) and the joys of raising two kids. My daughter has officially started school and my son is beginning to develop his personality.  Kash is still as sweet as pie, and Krissi is beginning to see herself in her, the good and the frustrating.  My son is all boy and is giving my wife a run for her money. He likes to make all sorts of noise, eat constantly and jump on the bed (which led to his first bloody lip). One moment that my wife did not find funny at all, but I could not stop laughing about was the day after she took the kids to the zoo where they saw some monkeys…

 

It was a normal evening in Japan. I had finished up at the gym and was getting ready to crawl into my rack (bed for you non-military folks) when I received the usual facetime from my wife when she would wake up in the states. We exchanged our usual pleasantries and she told me about how they had gone to the zoo the day prior. Both the kids had a blast and Lincoln took a special interest in the monkeys. I asked to see the ol’ Hot Rod in his natural habitat. My wife begrudgingly got out of bed and walked over to Hot Rod’s room.

Now I want you to imagine all the hate and discontent that comes from a woman when she first wakes up and all the death stares one could receive when making her do something she doesn’t want to do at that exact moment.  Multiply that by about 10, and that is the look I got from my wife when I asked to get out of bed.

When my wife walked into the room, she stopped dead in her tracks. My son was standing there without a diaper on, holding it in his hand. He had the biggest grin on his face and was happy to see his mom.

There was shit everywhere, on his face, his hands, his sheets, and the walls. I heard my wife scream “LINCOLN!” as she hung up on me.

I can only imagine what ensued during the time between phone calls. Krissi was more than likely flustered and amazed. Hot Rod was happy as a clam throwing shit everywhere.  I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had taken a hose to the entire room with him in it to get everything clean.  I ended up falling asleep before I talked to her again.

When I woke up the next morning, eager to hear how it all unfolded. I got that look again when she answered. The “I am so mad at him but I love him look” wives make.  Apparently Hot Rod had acquired some bad habits from the monkeys at the zoo. Mainly the part of throwing shit everywhere. He had literally (think Rob Lowe from Parks & Rec) thrown it everywhere. The amount that was still in his diaper was amazing. He probably had taken his diaper off and just flung it around. She ended up having to hose him down in the tub, throw away the sheets, and scrub the walls and carpet. All while Hot Rod is maxin and relaxin thinking that shit is hilarious, probably eating a banana in his high chair watching minions.

I have to give it up to my old lady, I don’t think I would have had the stomach to make it through the poop infested air and quarantine my son to the tub while he was scrubbed down.  I would have taken a hose to the entire room and then him.  She puts up with a lot of shit from him, both the solid and attitude kind.  

Do Work, Be Rad

Mustache

 

 

The Whirlwind of Life: Tangling with the Unknown

I planned on turning some notes into posts today, but that is not what happened. Instead, I let my fingertips just work magic on the keyboard.

It’s been a while since I sat down and actually put a post together from my notes. I’ve been writing consistently in my notebooks, working on a bunch of different ideas and content. I’ve toyed around with shorter posts concerning random thoughts, stories and workouts (which you can read on the website). I took a small hiatus to restore the creative juices; I was beginning to get bogged down in the routine of creating. Since it’s a one-man show right now, having to come up with constant ideas was becoming a burden. I don’t want it to be at this point. I have enough to-dos with my family and working for the man. I want to get to a point where I have more time to devote to this endeavor, but it will be few more years before that becomes a reality.

I’ve been in Japan for 3 months now, while the family has been back in Virginia. The wife and I received some awesome news the other day; we will be able to live together here in Japan! Since we are a blended family, there were certain civil matters that needed to be addressed. While we planned on flying over as a family, our court case kept getting continued for various reasons. We lost our initial hearing (once it actually happened) and the appeal didn’t happen until this past week. We won. All of our money and effort finally paid off. When I left for Japan a few months ago, we didn’t know when the family would be back together. Was it going to be me flying home to visit, or them flying our here to live? To say is was a stressful situation would be an understatement. With my job, being away from the family comes with the territory. It was the unknown outcome of the court case that caused the most stress and heartache. I don’t wish this situation on anyone.

While being away, I have enjoyed the random videos I get of my kids. I watched my son smack his dome piece in his teepee and get back up like it was no big deal. My daughter got involved in gymnastics and is becoming quite the young lady (even though she is 4). I’ll be flying back to pick them up in about a month, and I can’t wait. There is still plenty to do, but we now know what direction to go. We have been sitting in a holding pattern waiting for the green light to land. My wife has been doing a hell of a job holding it down since I have been gone. Being able to facetime and talk daily has been a huge help. Both Kash and Lincoln enjoy when my face pops up on the TV (Isn’t technology is awesome?). Sometimes when I call, Hot Rod would get a hold of the phone and run off to hide, not wanting to share. If I had a weaker stomach, the motion sickness from his phone handling would have been terrible. He also enjoyed hitting the red button to end the call (future marine?). When I would talk to Kash, we came up with way to keep mom on her toes. The sandwich maker was not amused at times and used my full name a few times. 6,000 miles doesn’t really make a difference when your wife uses your full name. It still has the same effect.

The unknown can be a bitch. It’s something that is out of your control and you have to learn how to work with it. Plans can be made and executed, but it’s never a guarantee you will get the outcome you desire. We wanted to come to Japan as a family last year. We couldn’t, and we had to figure out how live not knowing when we would be back under the same roof. Sure, there are always things you learn that could have been done better, but beating yourself up over them doesn’t help. Looking back at this whole situation, I could have done some different things and maybe avoided some of this. Who knows? Hindsight is 20/20. All you can do is keep going and look to the goal. Shake off the missteps, press on, and adapt. If you have a hard time adapting, life will chew you up, spit you out and feed you to her chicks. 2017 was a rollercoaster of emotion for our family and we came out on top. While I would like life to slow down a bit, it’s still ramping up. The man has me working hard, the oldest will be starting school, and we will be living in a new country. It’s going to be awesome.

Do work, be rad

Mustache

A few drinks in: Don’t be a New Year’s gym douche

Most of my writing of late has either taken place at a bar or after lifting a bar (at the gym). It’s been convenient and helped me to chip away at being consistent at writing or posting (to Instagram) everyday. I still jot down thoughts and notes in the Bieber book, but I haven’t put much effort into turning those notes into posts. I am still developing where I want this whole shorts and sweatbands idea to go. I want to provide a different perspective to the fitness world, one that is over saturated with wash board abs, gym bros, and snapbacks.

On Wednesday, when I am able to make it back to the gym, I fully expect it to be crowded. The New Year resolution folks who want to get fit will be there. Most gym goers will complain about the “new-“comers (pun alert), but I ain’t that worried about it. The gym is life for some folks. For others it’s a hobby. For me, it’s something I enjoy , I want to set an example for my family and a challenge myself. Oh, and my job requires me to be fit. If your one of those who gets their panties in a wad about people showing up after New Years, I say remove the stick from your butt and focus on yourself. Don’t be a hater to someone is attempting to better themselves. Give ’em props. Maybe they will stick around longer than a month or two. Just don’t be a doucher, give them some pointers and help them learn the “ways of the gym.”

Those of you who are planning on hitting the gym for the new year, get some. Don’t quit because you aren’t getting the results you want right away. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Don’t let the bro-dudes intimidate you, don’t curl in the squat rack and wear a sweatband. If you’re unsure ask for help, or surf the interwebs for info before you go. Start a routine out of a book or magazine. Don’t just wing it, that’s a sure fire way to fail. Start small and chip away. Focus on form and effort, the weight will come later. Don’t compare yourself to the others. It’s a competition against yourself. Let the professionals compete for the fitness trophies.

In general, don’t be a douche. Shit ain’t that serious.

Happy New Year!

Mustache

P.S. Here are the workouts I’ve done the past few days.

Dec 29 Warm-up

20-15-10-5

squat

Pushup

Sit up

Training

10 rounds

10x push press

10x KB swing

5 rounds

8x high pull

8x bent over row

6x slash to halo

Dec 31 Warm-up

3 rounds

x10 squats

x10 push-ups

x10 sit-ups

2 rounds

barbell complex

Training

5 rounds (increase weight until last set)

1x power clean

1x front squat

1 round

1x push press

1x back squat

1x push press

5 rounds

5x sumo deadlift

10x scarecrow

4 rounds

x15 med-ball sit-ups

x10 kettle-bell swings

Daily Quickie: The Bearded Lady

A couple years back we bought chickens. They were great for eggs and entertaining Kash (she became quite the wrangler/whisperer). Every flock has its king shit. Ours was a chicken who’s callsign was Bearded Lady, because of the “black beard” she had. She was an Americana (Easter egger), kept the other ladies in line and was willing to let you pick her up. She was always the first one out of the run, and the easiest one to get back in. Kash would always catch her and carry her around the yard.

One day Krissi and I were watching Kash play with the chickens in the backyard from the porch. Kash had a cucumber she was munching on. Bearded Lady followed her around, wanting some of it. Kash obliged, taking a bite then sharing it with Bearded Lady. This went back and forth until the cucumber was gone. My wife and I just looked at each, shrugged and chuckled at the situation. Kids.

Daily Quickie: Camp Axe

During my first summer back to the U.P. in eight years (2014), I acquired some driftwood from Lake Superior. There were several pieces ranging from a twig to a log. I have slowly been using it for wood projects here and there. I had this one piece that felt good in my hand, figured it would make a decent handle for an axe (or something). I had heard of a veteran owned business called Black Guard Customs out of Texas. After an exchange of emails, I sent the piece of driftwood south, so they could look at it. Once he had looked at the piece, I received a call from the owner himself. His name is Liam and he is a former Marine. We talked about my vision for an axe, something to represent the millionaire and to pass on to future generations. Since it was a custom piece, I wasn’t expecting it any time soon. A couple months later, it arrived in the mail. I was blown away by the detail and craftsmanship, and could not wait to put it to use. I took it I to the backyard, found some scrap wood and let her rip. A few moments later, I had two pieces of scrap wood. I have since had a local leather worker wrap the handle, and I will use another piece of driftwood to display it on. Who knows when I’ll get around to that.

The original.

Daily Quickie: I hate hair in my face.

Everyone has one or two things that they just can’t deal with. Mine is hair in the face. It comes in the form of my wife or daughter when hugs happen. If I am holding Kash or throwing her around “wrastling,” her hair is bound to smack me in the nose or mouth. Sometimes, that little princess deliberately hugs or loves on me just to get her hair in my face, knowing how I will react. My wife does it too! I swear she plots these things to mess with me. Pictures in the wind are the worst, hair blowing everywhere, getting all up in my business. There is nothing that ruins an intimate moment with my wife than hair in my face. I’ve been through training evolutions that tested me physically and mentally with the military that are easier to deal with than hair in the face.

Hair in the face, can’t handle it. It’s for the birds.

Daily quickie: Where my sammich makers at?

What happened to the good ol fashioned sandwich maker? It seems women now-a-days are getting on their soap box, wearing “pussy” hats and protesting (and seem to write books about it). I have a message for you, get back in the kitchen, make your man a ham and cheese sandwich (with all the fixings) and bring him a beer. He will appreciate the shit out of you. Hell, he might get around to fixing that squeaky door, do the dishes, or even make you breakfast in bed.

I have the raddest wife in the world and love the shit out of her. She doesn’t need that garbage(modern day feminism) to be a strong, independent and loving women and mother to our kids.

Note: I saw these books at the local Barnes and Noble in VA and had a chuckle. Shit ain’t that serious.

Let’s take a moment and find the humor in the 20% off sticker.

Family, meet the U.P. U.P. meet the Family Part 2: The Camp Experience

Life has been crazy the past couple of months. I finished up school at Great Lakes in Chicago, flew home to Virginia, then hit the road to visit family in Texas (I’ll expand on that at a later date). There are a lot of unknowns surrounding my family and me lately. While it hasn’t been easy to deal with, we have been pressing on and focusing on the future. I imagine when everything is wrapped up and settled, I’ll put pen to paper to reflect and laugh at much of it. I know I’ve left you with a cliffhanger and some vague information, so, now, a continuation of our family trip to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

We had arrived. We unloaded the kiddos and took a quick tour, from the Millionaire to Conway Lake. Then we headed over to the “Tupa” to check out our quarters for the next week. Tupa is Finnish for “little cabin”. It is the size of an efficiency apartment. Inside were the bunk beds my brother and I shared as kids, an air mattress and a small kitchenette. It was a blank canvas ready to be worked on. Krissi and I unloaded the truck and got settled in.

We went over to the Millionaire for dinner. It was a keto diet special, burgers without buns. My Aunt Ruth had prepared them for everyone. After dinner the kids took a dip in the lake. There is nothing like getting all washed up and clean with a lake bath. It gets you close to nature. By the end of “getting cleaned up” nature’s way, the matresses were calling our names…Ben, Krissi, Kash, Lincoln! Exhaustion was upon us and it was time to get some good, solid rest. Now, it doesn’t get dark until around 10 p.m. in the U.P. during mid-summer. Of course, we had to explain to Kash why it was time to go to sleep while the sun was still visible. And, after convincing the Sandwich maker that a bear wasn’t going to bust through the door and eat us, we finally zonked out.

Camp is a calming, yet amazing experience. There is no cell service and plenty of forest to run around in. You have to hall in your drinking and cooking water. There is a pump from the lake to fill the trash cans used for flushing toilets and washing dishes. Did I mention that you have to use a bucket to flush the toilet? There is an abundance of fish to catch with a few rowboats and canoes for lake cruising. The mosquitoes are as big as a small horse and will leave a welt on you the size of Georgia with a single bite. They can also be as thick as Black Friday shoppers at Wal-Mart at midnight.

I remember as a child always running through the woods, playing in the lake and attempting to catch fish (it has never been a strong suit of mine). My Nanny helped me catch a small garder snake, named him Conway. We took him back to Texas as a pet. We would hike to Lake Superior and climb Breakfast Roll. My cousins and I would build forts and explore the area around camp (we did most of this without parental supervision) for hours and hours on end. The sauna would be fired up throughout the day for our use. If you ever get the chance to use a wood burning stove sauna, do it. A lot of saunas now-a-days are electric. I enjoy pouring water on the hot rocks and choking on the rush of steam (it really opens up the lungs, ha). This trip, I took the time to learn what makes camp tick. I am at the age where I want to invest in learning the responsibilities that my parents had when I was a young’un. I started with the sauna. It wasn’t difficult, just simply starting a fire in a cast iron stove and keeping it fed. This meant keeping the wood pile stacked and the stove clear of ashes. We used it to relax and bathe. Both the kids enjoyed a sauna bath. We would stick them in dish washing bins. Hot Rod found enjoyment in splashing water everywhere, while Kash was all about using the ladle to bathe herself with.

We had the pleasure of Alexis and Ali (two of my cousin’s daughters) join us for a couple of days. They took Kash under their wings and showed her the ropes of being a kid out there. They took her to the fort in the woods, out of sight. There was some hesitation from Krissi (because of bears), but it was calmed by the “screams” of fun and laughter. They had a blast! We took a canoe ride later that day. It was a bit windy, which made for a fight on the way back to shore. Come to find out, it was both Krissi’s and Kash’s first time in a canoe. As dinner approached, we made our way over to Chris and Dave’s (GramB’s cousins) for a meal. They were the next camp down and live there full time during summer. Rachael and her dog Dude met us out there. Dinner was full of great food, good drinks, and superb conversation. Dave took the girls for a tour of his wood shop and Hot Rod crashed from all the excitement he experienced. We had some ice cream for desert and then headed back to “our place”. After we got back to camp and put the kiddos to sleep, Rachael, Krissi and I relaxed on the porch of the Tupa. We swapped stories and enjoyed some more adult beverages.

I could go on and on about camp. This just covered the first couple of days. There is still Lake Superior, adventures in Marquette and shenanigans at Pike Lake I want to share. I’ll save those for another day. My time up there has always been limited, leaving me to cram as many activities as I can into a short time. Camp is a real vacation from society. It forces you to put down the electronics and get your hands dirty. You can see an endless number of stars at night and hike through nature at it’s core. Kids make the forest their playground and adults can enjoy the calm of nature. It is truly a one-of-a-kind experience.

Do work, be rad

Mustache