Two, and three.

What isn't posted is the number of questions per metric ton that I have answer via text per minute. Otherwise a very nice and lovely schedule. p.s. holy crap I actually made a post. Pretty sure at this point though anyone reading is only reading for Wulfa's sake.

It all started at 13, suddenly jerked out of bed and started doing pushups and sit-ups with no control over his body. Other events happened along the same time as well. Walked past a sign up for swim club when his body stopped listening and he just walked over and signed up. Random sudden loss of control became common. He’d lose control every morning and night for what was apparently a regular workout session; same with swimming; same with weekend runs. He had no control over what he ate but only ate healthy. Side effects of this were nice, a healthy strong body with excellent form and reflexes. But loss of control was harsh. Testing showed he could slightly hold back intensity or contribute to it but mostly control wasn’t his. His hobby was apparently to be a puppet, a glove to someone else’s hand. As a side effect, he laughed at others ideas that “such and such teacher was controlling” or that “so-and-so’s parents were so intrusive”. Teenage movies about kids wh...

The cell was an air bubble 20 leagues below the oceans surface. A simple rock structure with a small grated hole in the bottom. There was no other entrance or exit. The walls were mold covered stone with no cracks or divots. The few bits of floor that were not under water were also covered in mold. The cell's single occupant slept in one corner that was ever so slightly higher than the rest of the room. He drank from a small leak located in that same corner. He ate curious fish that came up poking puckering mouths at the waters surface. He rounded off his diet of fish with scrapings off the wall. Every morning was the same routine. Wake up, do pushups, wallstands, curlups, jumping jacks, every varation of exercise imaginable. After roughly three hours, sit in meditation for a few hours, try and catch a fish. Nap until the daily dose of fresh air. Repeat. Stretch deply before bed. Stare at the ceiling until sleep comes. Every day. Every year. Every five years frustrat...

I'm building a robot that uses the Arduino board. She's building "a robot that speaks Spanish and is amazing".

Dear Progressive Home Advantage, You might remember me. I am the father of two young but adorable children who is a full time student with the adorable children's mother and a member of the national guard who fulfills all his obligations and makes payments on time and helps others and donates 10% of his income to either the poor or the church. I'm also the name on one of your smaller policies. A policy started on January 12 th for approximately $20k in insurance for a year, for a payment of $225? Something like that. I know it sounded a bit too nice. I should have known better. You see back on March 10 th my car was relieved of my book bag and several other bags containing items worth about 1/10 th to 1/20 th of my policy value. Trying to be high speed and reliable I thought I should report this as soon as possible and called that night for a police report. After doing that I was told by well meaning friends, "hey maybe your insurance will cover this?" So F...

My Song The song that defines me. It isn’t as easy as that. I listen to music very rarely and when I do the range of songs I listen to is rather wide. There has never been one song or one type of song that I really like. I do remember key songs that really impacted me at certain times of my life. I grew up on country (“Ain’t nothing wrong with my radio”) and Baptist hymns (“At the Cross”). When I hit college I started listening to rock (“Rainmaker”) and more contemporary praise music (“Show me your glory”). In between my college years it was more just rock with “Cold Eyed Bitch” (Jet) and “24 hours” (Jem). Later on “Citizen Soldier” by 3 Doors Down was initial reason I even looked into joining the Army. And now that I’m married with kids my tastes have drifted again with Cascada(“Evacuate the Dance Floor”) and Lady Gaga(“Pokerface”) and Flo Rida(“Apple bottom jeans”) taking a big role in my life. But the hymns are still very much a factor as I si...

Yes I misspelled it. Anyways, due to my lack of energy overall and my general oh crap I'm busy I decided that in order to keep a presence here on the blog I would post the things I had to write for school whenever I had to write them.... since I have to write them anyways. So my next few posts will be silly little things like the last one.

Personal Values I was tasked with writing out the personal values that I live by. This wasn’t a simple task for me. I had never sat down and written them out before. In fact, looking back at my life, I do not think I had ever even thought about them before. So, when given the task I found myself a bit off kilter. I spent the next few days using whatever free time I had thinking, “What have I been living by?” “What factors have dominated my reasons for doing something?” Eventually I came up with the following values and descriptions. These four statements are primarily what drive me. Do your duty. If you are given a job; do it. If you have a responsibility; fulfill it. Don’t shirk your tasks. Matt 21:28-32 Support your family. This is whatever family group you may have: Your unit, your workplace, your friends at the bar, your actual family. If someone talks bad about them, defend them. If they are in ...

I must confess I lay more on this side of things than elsewhere: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/19/opinion/19blow.html?src=me&ref=general

Posted from my phone....yay.   short teeny min run that left me short of breath due to sand plus stroller.

At a young age the shaman read Thalitha'amak’s fate. It was well known among his tribe. Everyone admired him for it. Everyone expected great things of him. Everyone but him. Thalitha'amak simply wanted solitude. Himself and the hills. Perhaps a nice female goliath on the other side of those hills… But certainly not any grand fate etched into his skin from birth. So he changed it. His skin, his life, and his fate. He wrote himself a new fate and inscribed it into his skin. The tribe was shocked. The shaman infuriated. He was shortly thereafter exiled. He walked away with no regrets following a new fate that only he knew.

Ran sprints today. 100m sprinting followed by 100m walking. Total of 2 miles combined with 1 mile of sprinting. Helped pickup a basketball floor and put up a stage for my workout tonight. Yeah its light but time has been at a premium this weekend. EDIT(realized I didn't post friday's workout): Friday Morning did PT with ROTC. Did a mix workout circuit: Run 50m do 20 Mountain Climbers Run 100m do 20 pushups. Run 150m do 20 crunches. Run 200m do 20 squats. Repeat After 2nd time jog 400m Do 20 squats. Do 20 pushups, 20 crunches, 20 jumping jacks Run 50m sprint. Do 20 pushups, 20 crunches, 20 jumping jacks Run 200m sprint. This sounds like a lot but honestly felt less intense then the 40 min of 100m sprints we did Wednesday.

He looks like a cross between an alley cat, a thin man, and a rat. At six foot he’s a fairly tall biped covered in brown fur with a white tigerstripe pattern, a characteristically furless rat tail bobs behind him. Brownish yellow eyes glance back and forth as he heads down the hallway to his room. An odd looking figure at best, he is wearing a fine black vestment underneath which he is wrapped in a ghostly cloth. A plain cloak and worn gloves complementing dark leather bracers. There are two small weapons sheathed on his shoulders and a bag on his back between them. Intricately knotted and woven green vines wrap around his feet. His head is adorned with a simple tattered cloth band. A small wooden turtle hangs on a rope from his neck. Another carved wooden frog hangs from his right wrist. Alone in his room, he checked quietly for any observers before sitting down and taking off the two wooden animals. Placing them before him he started to talk in his native tongue. “Hey….. its...

Wednesday Jan 26th Morning --Ran for about 30-40 min doing 100m sprints followed by 100m jogs. Wednesday Jan 26th Evening --115 pushups and 30 situps. I need to be doing more situps but am concerned about aggravating my hernia surgery site. No real excuse though for not doing them. Thursday Jan 27th Morning. --2-2.5 mile run going to happen in about 5 min.

This was a long time ago. I look back there to remind myself how well I've improved. http://twoandahalforcs.blogspot.com/2009/03/afpt-today.html This was even longer ago: http://twoandahalforcs.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html

Did pyramid pushup's alternated with random ab exercises for an hour this morning as part of ROTC pt. Sundays' have been declared rest days for PT. No PT those days. Tonight the plan is to run for a bit. Just for posterity I'm recording my actual goal amounts in each catagory. Pushups Goal: 58 Last Test: 48 Situps Goal: 64 Last test: 49 Run: Goal: 15:06 Last Test: 17:36 ES TAN ESPONJOSO!!!!

Life passes so slowly it seems. You want to be XYZ and it takes ages just to get there. This is my biggest fundamental problem with RPG's. They set an idea for how long it takes to get to your XYZ that is completely unrealistic. And yes I realize how stupid it sounds to complain that a game's goals are unrealistically quick to achieve when compared with life goals. Bear with me. I'm thinking out loud here. It just seems wrong to expect goal-attaining so quickly. In the short period of life where I've been trying to seriously improve myself(say in the last 4 years), nothing ever comes quickly and when it does arrive it seems such a small goal in retrospect. What is it about mountains that makes them seem so much smaller once you have reached their tops? Running a mile seemed...so huge. Running two? Crazy. Passing a PT test? There was no way. Going to Basic and AIT. Looking back if I knew then what I know now....I would have had so much fun. It really really ...

Friday morning was an hour of FM 21-20(I think thats the right FM). We took a long time explaining to everyone what exactly CD 1, CD 2 and the warm up/cool down consist of. Friday afternoon I did 80 push ups and was prepared to do more when Wulfa decided it was pizza and ice cream night. Saturday(this) Morning I went swimming for 45 min. 10 laps on what I believe is a 25m pool. 2 laps with just me. 4 laps with a foam board just kicking with my legs. 4 laps with a foam float under my legs using my arms to move. Swimming is still weird. I still get out of a the pool completely exhausted but not quite feeling like I got a good workout.

I am what is classified as a "weak" swimmer. I can just barely... with patience... do that frog like swim from one end to the other of a 25 meter pool. Then I have to rest before I try to go back. In ACU's(the army camo uniform) I get to change it from the frog like swim to the dog paddle... and I have to stop every so often to control my breathing. So today after our training I stayed a bit extra to put in 20 min doing laps. This consisted of a grand total of ... get ready... 4 laps. I did 2 laps(100m) with a floaty thing holding up my chest/arms and using my legs only. Then I did 2 more with a floaty thingy holding up my legs and just using my arms. Then I got out.... and tried not to throw up. Then I walked around campus and ate breakfast with Wulfa and explained loudly and repeatedly that I was very tired now and wanted to go sleepy. My buddy, who is an experienced medic and working on his nursing degree, which I don't suppose you really needed to know bu...

Wednesday Jan 19th Evening Didn't work out. The xbox died and I spent the evening getting a new one for Wulfa to watch netflix on. Three red lights in a pretty little ring. Had to wakeup early or would have done a very late run. Thursday Jan 20th Morning Doing water training/swimming today with ROTC. Yay for swimming in ACU's.