Day 7. Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to all the biological, non-biological, and spiritual fathers. The male role is very clear in the bible. Watch Courageous.

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So up at 7am to enjoy my Herbalife Formula 1 French Vanilla Shake. It’s been breakfast for my wife and me for quite some time and it’s helped quite a bit. Weight loss was great, but the energy to live and enjoy daily activities is truly the best part. When I “couch potato” it’s because I choose to “couch potato.” And speaking of couch potato, I weighed in at 174.5 pounds.

Church today was wonderful. Car show and former NFL center Ed Tandy McGlasson taught a wonderful bible-based message on fatherhood. I secretly wished they called it “Who’s Your Daddy?!” Overall message … if you didn’t grow up with a father or the father you did grow up with mistreated you physically or emotionally, there is a heavenly father that uttered for all to hear “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” Matthew 3:17 Life lesson #7 and there probably will not be one as important as this one … tell others they are loved. It makes a difference.

And check out this Audi R8

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My parents are out-of-town this Father’s Day so we have an all-day party with my wife’s side. I have always had a wonderful relationship with my father-in-law and it continues to grow. I get a lot of my new jokes from him.

Today’s dinner menu was rather interesting. You haven’t tried pizza until you’ve had it made at an Indian restaurant. Indian Pizza and it was delicious. Imagine nan bread with all your traditional pizza toppings like aloo gobi and baingan bartha and those aren’t Indian words for pepperoni and sausage. They even used paneer cheese. Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, I think I just found your next unique stop.

Game 5 to the San Antonio Spurs. Nice job. Happy about those results. I missed the entire fourth quarter shooting exhibition by the Spurs not because I left the room, but because my niece showed me this wooden stick attached to a wooden ball with a string. Yes, I know it’s called Kendama, but it’s still a wooden stick attached to a wooden ball with a string. When I was growing up, that was called paddle ball. I tend to be a more than a little obsessed with finishing what I start so that is why I tend not to pick up new items.

As a kid growing up in the Atari age, there wasn’t a game I didn’t solve. Even back to the Apple II Plus days and Akalabeth and Sabotage, not a game I didn’t solve. Even won a local Street Fighter II tournament. Again, I finish what I start and thanks to my father, I don’t and I won’t quit. So, I shouldn’t have picked up this Kendama. 1 hour and 25 minutes later, the game is over and I’ve been officially Kendama’d! What a fun game and I have a skill level to shoot for after watching my niece pull tricks with names I now forget, expect “The Cap”. I actually started maneuvering that wooden ball pretty well and got the best compliment from my 11-year-old niece who also happens to have a YouTube video with over 32,000 hits, but that’s a different story. She said, “you can already beat some of the people I battle” and her Kendama looks like it has been through plenty-a-playground battle. When we were growing up in the 80s, we’d “Break For It” I guess nowadays, these kids KendamaIt. She gifted me the Kendama I was playing with. She is a special person — always has been. Thank you.

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It’s 9:57 and we’re just getting home. My two betas in 2 separate 5-gallon tanks were happy to see us. Dried bloom worms for dinner. Physical therapy before the end of the night to keep my commitment to the physical therapist and to myself.

11am – Starting my physical therapy and will finish before the official end of day. Still on track and will continue to rejoice. No Herbalife Restore before bed today because although these movements hurt and I do break a slight sweat, I don’t believe I’ll need a Restore to recover from this one.

Final words. Did a social experiment today and went the entire day without using or checking my phone. In other words, I forgot my phone at home by mistake.

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