Thank you for sharing your opinion of America with me and the rest of your countrymen.
You decided not to stand during the National Anthem, because as you said, “I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses Black people and people of color.”
Since you were kind enough to present your opinion to me, I will return the favor.
Colin, your statements make it crystal clear that you do not like America. However, America is not just a land mass, it’s a culture comprised of people; individuals like me, the people who raised you, your friends, your teammates, the coaches and teachers you had growing up who encouraged you and cheered you on, the policemen who protect you at football venues, your adult fans, countless little kids who buy your jerseys and eagerly turn on the TV to catch your games and members of the military who give of themselves daily so you’re free to make millions throwing a ball around. Are we all oppressors? Are none of us worthy of your esteem?
I have news for you Colin, America is our country and that’s our flag.
You are welcome to sit on your backside when our anthem is played. It’s disrespectful, as you know, and you’re obviously taking great pleasure in wallowing in it. You’re showing unbridled contempt for every good person of any and all backgrounds who has offered you kindness, help, support or love.
Americans are a mixed bag; We’re black, white, Asian, Hispanic and combinations of all kinds. The best of us have worked very hard to bridge divides, to be fair and inclusive. We follow the Golden Rule every single day and people like you make our work much more difficult. All the effort that’s been expended to strengthen our relationships, to strengthen our communities, to strengthen our country, everything we’ve successfully built is what you’re now willfully crushing under your feet. You’ve positioned yourself as a filthy divider, instead of using your platform to reach out and make America even better.
I have news for you. We all have our personal hurts. Instead of throwing a fit like a toddler, the mature among us carefully wrap those hurts up and lay them aside as best we can so that we don’t become poison pills and end up harming our cause. We steadfastly resist becoming bitter and divisive. We refuse to join in the rock throwing and destructiveness we claim to despise.
Perhaps you’ll grow up one day, begin to conduct yourself in a dignified manner and decide to join hands with fellow Americans who have labored for generations to make this country, not perfect, but certainly worthy of appreciation and celebration.
I wish that for you. I sincerely do…and should that time come, the rest of us will gracefully accept your apology.
I thought I’d share a photo I ran across yesterday that made me smile. I don’t know who to credit it to, but it’s a fantastic shot.
I think I found this photo so pleasing because it combines more than one thing I love and appreciate. It’s a great melding of of themes…love of country, pride in a job well done, the joy of high calibre competition and a celebration of the pinnacle of physical accomplishment.
I’ve had the chance to sit down and catch a few of the Olympic events which I enjoyed watching immensely. It doesn’t matter what sport, I find them all entertaining and compelling at the Olympic level. I’ve watched bits and pieces of track and field events, water polo, equestrian events, volleyball, rowing (my shoulders burned just watching those guys work), wrestling, soccer, open ocean swimming and gymnastics.
Soon, the games will be over but I’m delighted that I got a chance to see the fruits of all the hard work, athletes the world over, put into their respective sports. I find it energizing and inspiring!
Everyone knows I have a love affair with chips. I love all kinds….tortilla, pita, corn, and especially potato. When I’m hot and heavy into a clean eating phase but decide to deviate a little for a treat, I’ll always pick chips to satisfy my cravings. At this moment, I’m maintaining a reasonably healthy diet but I give myself more leeway than I do when I’m earnestly trying to de-fluff. Therefore, I have a few chips almost every day.
Not too long ago, I was in the store and a new flavor of chip caught my eye.
After thinking it over while looking at the photo on the package I came to the conclusion that if you just try hard enough you can ruin the most wonderful, delightful things in life, including potato chips.
Last week I saw Peaches and Cream flavored chips. I started to wonder what other oddball chip flavors were out there on the market.
Goat cheese and pepper? Well, maybe that’s not too bad. How about this one?
Yorkshire Pudding and English Roast Beef chips? Somehow, I’m not anxious to taste them…or these…
What, exactly, does mischief taste like? Maybe you don’t think those flavors are so bad. Fine, how about these?
The last three were just jokes but I couldn’t resist. I don’t think they’re that far off from the real flavors they’re producing right now.
I was thinking, if these were the only chips available, my biggest nutritional vice would disappear in the blink of an eye!
We’ve all heard this expression before. It came to mind when I was looking at a particular photo I took during my son’s last lacrosse season. It’s a photo of my son and his teammate, who happens to be one of the best offensive players I’ve had the pleasure of watching play. He also happens to be very small in comparison to many of the other players on the field, particularly some of the guys on defense.
The size difference doesn’t matter one whit to Little Joe. He plays the game with great gusto. He’s fast and light on his feet…and he takes on much bigger players without a second thought. He feints right, then goes left, he stops and changes directions on a dime, he’s got a whole repertoire of fancy footwork to rely on…
…but he’ll go head to head in a New York minute. Little Joe has NO fear in him. He attacks relentlessly and consequently enjoys great success on the field. Now and then he winds up on his backside but he hops back up, eager to get right in there again. That’s what makes him such a great competitor and teammate. His unbridled love for the game and enormous enthusiasm more than make up for what he lacks in size. He’s a beast on the field and those who underestimate him quickly learn the error of their ways.
Little Joe looks forward to challenges and he carries himself with confidence. He’s an excellent example of how to tackle our own challenges whether at work or in the gym. It doesn’t matter if we have some sort of disadvantage, we have to face our opposition (the miserable to deal with co-worker,that loaded bar or someone willfully trying to trip us up) with good cheer, expectations of a positive outcome…and a whole lotta moxie!
Don’t sit it out on the sidelines. Get in there, be smart, feint when you can and hit ’em straight on when you can’t!
My huskies are my favorite cardio companions. They’re always eager to go out for long walks and more recently for kinda-sorta runs. I can’t truthfully claim that we actually run since I’m pretty sure our pace doesn’t meet the standard but we trot along happily when we get to flat spots in the road on our adventures.
For the longest time, I’ve had a bit of trouble with the female. She wants to pull. When I say pull, I mean she’ll strain against the leash to the point that she’s got the collar pressing on her trachea and she ends up breathing like Darth Vadar. I figured that couldn’t be comfortable and that she’d learn not to do pull so hard eventually. I was wrong. I was talking about the issue with a friend of my older son’s and he told me they had experienced the same thing with their dog but had solved it by getting a harness that goes around the dog’s body and attaches to the leash via a ring at the chest instead of having the leash attached to the collar. I wasn’t confident it would work since huskies are bred to pull and that’s what they wear on the sled when they pull heavy loads. It seemed to me that the harness would make it much more comfortable and easy to pull (I envisioned myself flying along behind her like a kite in the wind) but I decided to give it a try.
Quelle surprise! It actually worked! I’m dumbfounded as to exactly why, since once I got the harness on her, she didn’t even TRY to pull. It’s not like she gave it a go and got negative feedback. We walked all over the place and she happily came along like a normal dog. No straining, or yanking my arm out of the socket. It was miraculous and wonderful. Little Miss (the black and white pup) is a happy camper and so am I!
Oh my! it’s August, which means that summer for the kids is just about over. Both of them start school this month. My oldest will be heading off to college (he already got a head start by taking a couple courses at a junior college this summer) and my “baby” will be moving into middle school (7th grade). They do have a couple weeks of summertime fun left to enjoy but I can see the end of their carefree days from here.
The transition of summer into fall means I inevitably return to a more standard workout schedule. The days lapse into a routine and so does my lifting. I like it. I’m a creature of habit so although the “catch as catch can” workouts of June and July are refreshing in a way, I love chugging along during the school year with regular intervals for my fitness pursuits.
As most of you know, I changed my routine around significantly several months back. As a result, I’ve lost some muscle mass which I’m still struggling to accept. I could go back to my heaving lifting days and tweak my eating a little to hold onto more muscle but my joints are much happier these days and my enthusiasm for workouts is holding steady. The heavy lifting was taxing my motivation level quite heavily in the year or so before I made the changes. Right now, although I miss a more muscled physique when I look in the mirror, I know what I’m doing is sustainable into the future…and isn’t that the whole point?
Wishing you warm and joyful days as we head into a brand new month!
“Those who won our independence believed liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be the secret of liberty.” (Louis D. Brandeis)
Let us be courageous in the coming days. We have a country to save. In the meantime, I’m wishing you and yours a most wonderful day of celebration. God bless you and God bless America!
A little gym humor…That expression is priceless!
I find it amusing when people, especially women, tell me they don’t exercise because they don’t want to get “bulky.” Gaining muscle mass isn’t something that happens accidentally. It takes extreme effort and dedication to sculpt a physique that’s noticeably muscular and it takes incredible stamina and unwavering commitment to come anywhere close to resembling an elite body builder.
That being said, it’s that little bit of muscle mass that most of us can attain if we work at it that makes us look toned, fit, strong, more youthful and healthy. If you take time to educate yourself so that you lift properly, you’re definitely going to be on the road to a more pleasing physique but nothing you can do (even if you try) is gong to make you look like Arnold!
Congratulations to the people of the UK and all freedom loving people. Last night I was on pins and needles waiting for the results of the Referendum. I’m delighted that those who wanted to leave the EU prevailed.
For my friends who wrested back control, make no mistake, the globalist forces that so badly want your power in their hands will seek economic retribution. They will do so to punish the people of the UK, who they now see as enemies and to strike fear into others who would seek to go their own way. Their carefully crafted bonds are unraveling and that makes them more dangerous in the short term. Nevertheless, it’s good to remember that freedom has always had a price; one that’s much more easily paid at the ballot box than on the battlefield. Well done!