Monday, February 17, 2014

Mini van hauler


Yes this was me hauling trees from the local IFA store to my house.  In the MINI VAN!!!  Who ever said you need a truck to haul stuff?  Dude, I put 9 trees in there.  NINE!!!  The IFA guy said we could never do it and asked if I had a truck I could come back with.  I told him I'd give it a go.  I'm going to give myself a big old pat on the back for this one.  I had the genius idea to roll down the side door windows and weave the tops of the trees out of the window.

And while we're on the subject of mini vans...if you don't like them you probably haven't driven one.  I know, that's a catch 22 because why would somebody be driving one if they don't like them?  But I'm telling you, I really, really like my mini van (almost just said love, but I shouldn't get carried away now).  Seriously, it's a great car.  There's so much room, it's easy to get in and out of (especially when you're hooking kids into their seats), and it drives super smooth. 

Now, would I rather have a truck?  OF COURSE!  But it's just not in the cards for me right now.  Sigh...



Here I am checking my blind spot.  : )

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Would You Eat Your Kids?

What to expect when you're expecting, stay at home dad, Dad, Dads

I watched this movie with Aubrey over the weekend.  I laughed so hard at this clip:



This whole thing is funny.  But the part I most relate to is the "I worry I'm going to eat him..."  I don't know about you, but I can't stop biting cheeks or ears.  I always ask my kids if I can just rip off their cheeks so I can take them with me wherever I go.  They usually say no... : )  Unless they're messing with me, in which case I chase them around trying to rip their cheeks off.  Good times.

My older two kids usually indulge me in the biting thing (I don't bite too hard).  But my youngest boy won't have any of it!  It makes me so sad.  But what do you do?  As long as he still kisses me.  I suppose that won't last forever either.  There will be a day when they get embarrassed to show affection to their old dad.  I'll just have to grin and bear it.  Until then I'll just keep holding and cuddling, and yes, biting.  All the while hoping it will never change.


Tuesday, April 30, 2013

5 Things

Here's a list (off the top of my head) of five things that are almost always on my mind.  A little disclaimer here seems to be in order.  These aren't necessarily the top five things, although I did try to rank them.  But on any given day, I might have another topic or two squeeze it's way onto the list.  And another thing, these aren't necessarily worries I have either.  These may be things that I want to be better at or have goals in.  But that doesn't exclude them from being worries either.

On my mind, thinking, worry, worrying,


5.  Yard work -  Can you tell it's Spring?  I have a couple of dead spots in my lawn.  There are worms eating my lawn!  How annoying!  Luckily, the company that is already treating my lawn to make it beautiful covers this too!  One phone call did the trick.  They made a special trip out to spray for grubs.  Now I just need the weather to get more comfortable so I'll actually feel like getting out there to do some sod styling (lawn mowing).  Maybe I'll take up the offer from the neighbor boy who wants to cut my grass this year.

4.  Work- Of course.  If you're not thinking about your occupation, you're probably either not very good at it or you've figured out a way to be good at it while prioritizing other parts of your life.  For me, I'm looking for that happy medium.  That said, I can't wait to retire!  : )

3.  Finances - And another of course.  I mean, bills, savings, retirement, college fund, entertainment, etc. etc. etc.  Enough said?  Maybe not.  I'll keep thinking on this one.  : )

2.  Relationships - OK this one is here because it's good for me to have this on my mind all of the time.  Whether it be loved ones or acquaintances, I would like to get better at my relationships.  I'm learning that one of the key elements to this is being authentic.  I'm learning that being authentic means to be open about your thoughts and feelings.  It means that I have to figure out what I'm feeling if I'm going to be open about that.  Like, why am I frustrated or angry or happy?  And not to just be happy or frustrated or angry, but to articulate the reasons for those feelings.  I think it will help me have stronger relationships.

1.  My children's future - Definitely number 1.  This one includes a lot of worrying.  But A LOT more joy, too.  I'm always telling my kids that my job is to love them and to keep them safe.  Of course loving and keeping them safe entails a ton of stuff, but that's what it boils down to.  I feel like this deserves a post all it's own.  So maybe I'll work on that to expound.

Monday, April 29, 2013

FHE Weekly: Perfection

Perfect, Journey, Perfection


I am not perfect.  I know I am not perfect.  I know I cannot be perfect in this life.  Yet I feel an enormous amount of pressure to be perfect.  What's up with that?  Where does the pressure come from?  Is it only pressure I put on myself?  Or does it come from my wife, church, friends, neighbors?  I think it's all of the above.  If I had to list the number one culprit, however, I'd say it's myself.  I mean, I perceive there are expectations from my wife, church, etc. that I need to live up to.  I realize that my perception of these expectations may be wrong.  After all, I don't expect my wife, friends, neighbors, or anybody in the church to be perfect.

To help me with my perceptions, I recently stumbled on the Perfection Pending talk by Elder Russell m. Nelson:



I like the 1:20 mark where he says "Men are that they might have joy, not guilt trips!"  Guilt is an important feeling.  It helps keep us in line to act in a way that we believe is right.  I found it really interesting how the English word perfect is translated from many Greek derivatives.  But we only have one word for those derivatives.  We typically think of perfect as something/someone without mistake or blemish.  I learned from this talk that our view of perfect is the end game and that the journey to perfection will have mistakes and blemishes.  The key is to do the best that we can.

Another talk I found while looking into this topic was one given by  Elder Cecil o. Samuelson: What does it mean to be perfect?  
BYU President, BYU, Devotional, BYU devotional
Elder Samuelson talked more about the "works in process" that we all are.  He also said that we should "find satisfaction in (our) progress while acknowledging that that perfection may still be distant."  Well, for me perfection is for sure distant.  But that is a great lesson to find the good stuff in our progress.
I blogged a while back about what President Uchtdorf taught about finding satisfaction in our progress.  He likened our mortal progress to that of a toddler learning to walk.  We applaud the toddler for her efforts in stumbling and falling while learning to walk.  

I'll have to learn and practice to "continue in patience" with myself and try to rid myself of the perceived expectations of being perfect and to remember that being perfect is a process.  

Perfection, Your perfection, perfect

Whatever you decide your perfect is, I hope you can too find satisfaction and patience in the process.

Friday, April 26, 2013

The Dad Life

Kids, Dad, Life


I love this.  My kids love this.  My wife loves this.  We watch it over and over and it never gets old.  My favorite line is "clip for my piece.  I look niiice...dozens of dollas..."  Although really, the whole thing is my favorite.  "Manscape" is a classic line too.


Thursday, April 25, 2013

Favorite Movie

Do you really want to know?  OK, so I'll just get it over with and tell you...

Favorite Movie, Ryan Gosling, Rachel McAdams, Nicholas Sparks

Well, that and The Matrix anyways.  But for the purposes of this post, it's The Notebook.  I mean, look at that picture!  How can you not like it?  She's definitely up there on my list.  "The List?" you say?  Yeah, THE List, topped by Aubrey, of course.  And screened by her as well.

Seriously, this is a movie that if I stumble upon it while watching TV, I watch it.  It goes without saying that I own a copy of it.  But still, I will stop flipping channels and finish the film.  To be fair, I actually don't watch TV like that anymore now that the DVR has become a mainstay for me.

I'm not really going to write a review on it, that's not the reason for this post.  I just wanted to put it out there.  But I will tell a story:

About 3 years ago on a chilly fall evening after the kids had been neatly tucked away.  Ok, you got me already.  Of course the kids weren't "neatly" tucked away.  Getting the kids to bed is a process.  They're hungry, excited, scared, etc.  I usually get called in to their room at least 3 times after they've been "neatly" tucked away.  As frustrating as it is sometimes, it all pays off for those times when I get called in to their room to here a soft, small "I love you."  Oh, those are the best!

Anyways, back to the crisp fall night.  I was flipping through the channels on TV, and you guessed it!  I came across The Notebook playing on TNT or something like that.  So you know me well enough by now to know that I watched the entire thing.  ALONE.  Alone, that is, until Aubrey came waltzing in after she had finished up editing a video.

Aubrey sat down beside me, positioned sort of in front of me though because the TV is positioned to the right of the love seat that we were sitting on.  This is part of the main point of the story as you'll see.  But it's important to know that she couldn't see my face unless she deliberately turned to look at me.

This is scene that she walked in on:


The room was silent as we watched.  We held each other close, just as Noah and Allie were (except we didn't die).  Is that a spoiler?  I hope not!  After all these years, if you haven't seen the best movie ever, shame on you!  We didn't say a word, we just had a romantic moment.  That is until Aubrey turned to me and saw this:


Except it wasn't Brendan Fraser.  It was me and I my hair is a bit different and it was nighttime and it was indoors.  But that was my look when she turned to me.  I was stifling a sob.  Our beautiful, romantic moment turned into hysterical laughter mixed with sobs from both of us.  It was awesome.

And a GREAT memory.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

"That Guy Wearing the Jeans"

Dress Code, Pants
Dress Code, Pants                             Dress Code, Pants


Which pair of pants look most comfortable to you?  Let me rephrase that.  You have instructions sent to you for a specific training program for work.  You know that this type of training involves a lot of hands on rough and tumble type of exercises, but it's not aerobic.  The instructions simply tell you to wear comfortable clothing and gym shoes.  The instructions specifically state no tank tops or shorts.  What do you wear?

I chose jeans.  In fact, that's all that I brought for this week-long training class.  Of course I know I'm pushing it because, after all, it is a training class for work.  It's hard to get away from that professional mentality.  But it's not like the instructions said business casual or else I most certainly would have chosen Khakis with a button up shirt.

On the first day of class I thought I'd at least wear a button up collared shirt to go along with my jeans to even out the possibility that I may be under dressed.  There were 11 other co-workers participating in this class with me.  What did they all choose wear?  Every single one of them wore cargo pants.  I was the only one in jeans.  Ugh!  I was definitely out of place.  It's not like I was inappropriate or anything and I had a really good argument if I was called out for wearing jeans (remember the instructions? COMFORTABLE!).  Well, jeans are more comfortable for me than cargo pants.

I thought that maybe everyone was just doing that for the first day because they thought that would be more acceptable.  Perhaps the second day there would be more jean wearers because we were all introduced and more comfortable with each other and the training administrators.  Well, the second day I was the only one wearing jeans again!

I became "That Guy in the Jeans"... In fact I even heard one of my classmates refer to me that way.  Weird.  I made it through the week unscathed, despite being the only one GUTSY enough to wear jeans.  That's how I'll choose to view my choice in wardrobe, gutsy.  I refuse to be the guy who went against the grain, the norm, the weirdo, etc.  Even though that might be true, I'll just keep telling myself that I was gutsy to choose comfort over acceptable.  Especially since, you know, I was just following instructions!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

An Actual Hairstyle Part 2


hair, haircut, hair style, men's haircut

Due to popular demand (Jenn) I decided to at least show the comparison of my new hair style with the picture of the hair style I brought in to the salon.  See my previous post for details.  Please keep in mind that I am not a model AND this was a self shot picture from my phone and there was no photo shopping done either.

Here's a shot of the other side.
hair, haircut, hair style, men's haircut

So there you have it!

An Actual Hair Style


This is the picture that I brought to the salon to show my hair stylist what I want my hair to look like.  To explain, I really have never done this before because usually I just go to Great Clips and get the most simple haircut possible, #5 on the sides and the back blended to a short length on the top.  So I was really out of my comfort zone here.  But I've been wanting a longer hair style for some time now.

I actually shaved my head in a buzz cut about six months ago and it's been growing ever since then.  So it was getting really shaggy and ugly.  So I knew that I couldn't just go to Great Clips and ask them to take a look at the picture, that wouldn't fly.  I needed a real salon that does men haircuts.  This is what I found:

Jagged Edge, Salon, Hair Style, Utah Salon, Draper Salon

I went in a tried to get a cut as a walk in customer on a Saturday.  That did not work, they are so busy!  So I made an appointment for the following Saturday.  I had to endure one more week of the shag.  The Jagged Edge is a really cool place, though.  It has a really hip atmosphere and the ambiance is really welcoming!

Remember, I'm feeling pretty dumb for wanting a haircut like the above picture.  I know that happens all the time, but come on, that guy's a model and I'm...well, you know.  I'm Lance that's always kept my hair short because I wouldn't know what else to do with it.

So I show the picture to Coco (spelling?) and she takes two seconds to look at it before she knows exactly what to do.  Then she goes to work!  She taught me exactly how to style it too!  I walked out of there with a really cool hair style that I like and $50 worth of new product.  Oh, and she even trimmed my eye brows!  Were they really THAT bushy?  I don't think so, but I think she knows what she's doing.  :)

I've never rescheduled on site for my next haircut, but that day I did with Coco.  That's how good of a job I thought she did.  Thanks Coco and Jagged Edge!

Monday, April 22, 2013

The Grossest Thing I've EVER Seen!

Gross things, Grossest, Yucky, Sick, Sickening, Yuck, Disgusting
The grossest thing I've ever seen in my entire life happened while I was on an airplane.  I was flipping through the satellite channels and came upon Comedy Central.  The program that was airing was Tosh.0.  The special guest was Chris Rock for that episode.  I hadn't put in my headphones yet so I was just viewing the video streaming.  So I have no idea what the basis or the reasoning of showing this video (I embedded the video in my draft and once I previewed the post and saw what it looks like I couldn't leave it there, hence the link to the video).  VIEWER DISCRETION HIGHLY ADVISED!!!

That video is officially the grossest thing I've ever seen in my life.  In fact, I'm having a hard time even sharing this video.  It gives me the chills just to think about it.  I'm actually trying to convince myself that it was totally made up, a Hollywood stunt with lots of mayonnaise used.  Yuck!

While on the subject I'm reminded of when my daughter was born.  She was our first baby and I had planned on not watching the actual birth.  While it's a beautiful MOMENT, birth is not something I actually would have liked to witness.  So you know, I would stand by Aubrey's side and hold her hand and offer grand words of encouragement.  Right?  WRONG!

Just as I was orating a fantastic verse of beautiful poetry meant to motivate and stimulate my struggling wife, the doctor looked in my direction and yelled "Grab her leg!"  I glanced over my shoulder looking for the nurse who the doctor was ordering to move into action.  I saw nobody.  I gave the doctor one of those looks while pointing to myself so as to convey "Who?  Me?"  She nodded in the affirmative.

Oh boy!  I grabbed Aubrey's leg and where did that place my head but about a foot and a half away from ALL the action.  Double oh boy!  To my credit I did not faint or dry heave.  I was a trooper I tell ya!  I held that leg until and beyond the point that I felt like my arms were going to fall off.  I'm sure Aubrey's reading this rolling her eyes and thinking "Yeah, well how do you think I felt?"

Well Aubrey, I'm so happy that you brought us that beautiful baby girl ten years ago.  Thank you!  Even if it was gross... :)

What are the grossest things you've ever seen?






Friday, April 19, 2013

Flight 1776


Philadelphia, Delta Airlines 

Yeah, I'm not kidding.  This was the actual flight that I was on while traveling from Minneapolis to Philadelphia.  This can't be more than coincidence can it?  Well, no it's not.  American Airlines have one too.  And Continental (merged with United) and Northwest Airlines (merged with Delta) used to have a flight 1776 to Philadelphia.  But why is Delta's flight 1776 coming from Minneapolis?  That seems rather inconspicuous.  American Airlines flight 1776 originates in Los Angeles and lays over in Dallas.  Now that's more like it. 

It seems like Delta should want that flight number for a more prominent flight.  Or maybe that is one of their more prominent flights.  It sure seemed like it when I traveled on it.  The flight was absolutely full.



No that's not an actual picture of the flight I was on, but it's a pretty darn good rendition.  If it was my flight you'd see me way in the back,on the very last row sitting in the aisle seat.

Speaking of which, I thought I was going to luck out and not have anybody in the middle seat next to me and the guy in the window seat.  We were both crossing or fingers and even mentioned it to each other.  But alas, it wasn't to be.  The very last passenger to board walked all the way back to the last row to occupy that middle seat that I and my unlucky row mate were unable to utilize our power of thought for.

Here's the best part though, before she sat down she gave me her best smile her friendly voice to offer me the chance of a lifetime!  "I'll take that seat for you'" is what she said to me, trying to convey the common knowledge that the aisle seat is the absolute worst place to sit on an airplane.

What I should have said is something like how that wouldn't be very polite or chivalrous of me to make her sit in that awful spot for the hours.  No I simply said "No thank you," thinking "Do really look that dumb?"

Don't answer that! 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Horror Freak

Aubrey and I went out to see The Host a while ago and one of the previews was for The Conjuring.  Here it is:


Do you see how nice and peaceful the trailer starts?  It makes you feel like this is going to be a nice family movie.  But NO!  It is a freaky suspense film (bordering on horror if you asked me).  What, you didn't know that I am NOT a big fan of freaky suspense/horror films?  In fact, I am not just not a fan, I downright dislike them.  They give me no entertainment, only heart attacks.

As we were watching this trailer on the big screen in the dark theater, realizing that this trailer was not for a cute family show, my fingers dug deeper and deeper into Aubrey's leg.  I know, pathetic, right?  Well get this for pathetic, by the end of the trailer I was darn near curled up in her lap stifling screams!

Speaking of curling up and ending up in somebodies lap, I actually did that watching The Sixth Sense in the theater.  I went to see that one with all of my buddies and we had a killer time.  But man was I scared!  The scariest part is when the girl pops into the tent vomiting.  That's when me and my friend Justin literally screamed, lifted our feet off of the ground, curled our entire bodies into each other, and hugged each other firmly.  Then we laughed hysterically for five whole minutes!  Yes, pathetic.  But awesome too.

Blair Witch Project was another one I saw in the theater.  I remember I sat on the front row staring up at the huge screen scared witless the entire time!  Ugh, what is it about these types of shows for me?  I mean, I'm watching The Walking Dead with Aubrey.  But I'll tell you what, I can't watch it alone.  It's too scary for me!  In fact, I might not carry on watching the next season.

I just get so dang stressed out watching this stuff.  Why can't I just sit back and enjoy the panic and fear that the characters portray without feeling it for myself!  Hello!  It's not real.  So why do I have to run up the stairs away from the dark basement that probably has "walkers" stalking me?

See what happened just now?  It invades my imagination, that's why I don't like these movies.  I think this might seem from my childhood.  My brothers we're always watching Watcher in the Woods and Something Wicked This Way Comes. Oh and now that i think of it, my sister forced me to watch Nightmare on Elm Street all by myself in the dark basement when i was in third grade.

Now I just have to stop watching them...


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Virtue to Vice?

A few years ago I read:
David McCullough, Biography,


One of the most interesting notions I read in this book was how John Adams referred to Thomas Jefferson's ambition as a weakness.  When I read that I was stunned.  I was stunned because I was in the midst of my own ambitious desires in my career.  I had never before that time thought that a trait that I viewed as a virtue could also be a vice.

But of course it makes sense that this is possible.  A trait such as ambition could become so consuming that a person might lose focus on his family or other virtuous traits, which could be detrimental to the health of the family and the individual.

Another virtuous trait that could become a vice is tolerance.  In the April, 2013 General Conference, Elder Boyd K. Packer said, "Tolerance is a virtue, but, like all virtues, when exaggerated it transforms itself into a vice."  Again, that notion that a virtue can become a vice.

I think that statement might be viewed by a great many as poor counsel and rather intolerant.  I first heard this counsel initially with a bit of an eye roll.  However, the more I ponder it, the more I see it as wise counsel.  I see it as counsel to hold on to my beliefs and to not let go of them just because they may not be popular.  After all, is it not intolerant of one person to suggest that another person is intolerant?

I will continue to strive to not judge (or be intolerant of) other people because they might sin differently than I do, of which I just blogged about.

Benjamin Franklin said "Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man." He even went so far as to create a program for himself to achieve moral perfection.  As I was researching this quest I ran into an old blog post of The Art of Manliness about this very topic that was written in 2008.  I was a little bummed at first when I saw this blog because I wouldn't be the first to write about it.  But of course I wouldn't be the first to write about it.  Benjamin Franklin was the first to write about this topic!

He chose thirteen virtues to try to perfect:

Benjamin Franklin Virtues, Thirteen Virtues, Temperance, Silence, Order, Resolution, Frugality, Industry, Sincerity, Justice, Moderation, Cleanliness, Tranquility, Chastity, Humility


 He embarked on this quest by creating a chart like the one below where it shows the days of the week (S,M,T,W,T,F,S) on the horizontal axis and the first letter of each virtue (T,S,O,R,F,I,S,J,M,C,T,C,H) on the vertical axis.  Then he would place a mark in the corresponding box when he failed a virtue.  He focused on one virtue each week.  His hope was to have a clean chart!
Benjamin Franklin Virtues, Thirteen Virtues, Temperance, Silence, Order, Resolution, Frugality, Industry, Sincerity, Justice, Moderation, Cleanliness, Tranquility, Chastity, Humility

Interestingly, I found the virtue of silence quite interesting. My mom has this on her fridge:

Think, True, Helpful, Inspiring, Necessary, Kind, Think Before you Act

One way or another, it couldn't hurt to try to focus on our virtues and always be at war with our vices.  And to be weary of letting our virtues overrule our other traits or our families.



Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Am I a Quitter?

Riverton City 10K, 10K, Race, Run


I wouldn't call myself a runner.  In fact, I'm definitely not a runner.  But I do run to stay fit.  I'm just not very good at it nor do I like it very much.  But it is effective.  I started running a little over 10 years ago because my job requires me to be fit.  I have improved over those years, so maybe in another 10 years I'll actually enjoy running and be good at it.  I'd even be okay with enjoying running while not being very good at it.

I've mostly limited to my runs to around the neighborhood and a few 5K and 10K races here and there.  In fact I've only ran 4 10K races.  I did run the Wasatch Back Ragnar relay three times with my friends too, which was fun.

Also to note, I don't really like to think of these as races either.  Not to diminish what the really good runners are doing, but let's face it, there are only around a dozen people who are really racing in these "races".  Am I right?  I usually finish in the middle.

This year I finally decided it was the year to run a half marathon.  So I signed up in January to run in the Riverton Half Marathon, which was scheduled for late March.  That gave me plenty of time to train and be prepared.  I even procured the necessary equipment to train outdoors through the winter.

I began my training dutifully by printing off a training schedule from RunnersWorld.com and sticking to that schedule.  But then my entire family got the flu.  The REAL flu.  You know, the one that puts you on your back for 3 days?  So that was a big set back.  Nonetheless, I continued training.

Then in early March I was scheduled to run my first real long run (8 miles).  I barely made it.  Ugh!  I do think I made the mistake of not bringing any water or sustenance to replenish myself during the run.  Either way, I was super disappointed in myself and very discouraged.

Guess what happened the very next day.  No, guess!  That's what my youngest son would say if I didn't make a guess after he asks me "Guess what, Dad?"  I digress.  The very next day, I was hit with the stomach flu!  You know, the kind that makes you puke for 12 hours while you wish you were dead?  So that was a MAJOR setback.  And one that was the last straw.

I gave up.  I quit.  I decided not to run the race.  I even asked my friend if he wanted to run it with my registration.  He said no and that I should put my big boy pants on and run it myself.  Ouch!

So, this leads me to the question that I titled this post with.  Am I a quitter?

Wait, before you answer that, here's a little bit more information:

The night before my race I asked my buddy one last time if he wanted to use my registration for the run.  I told him I had picked up my shirt and number and everything.  He said that it was going to be too cold for him and that I should put my big boy pants on again and just run the race.

The morning of the race I woke up, looked out the window, and what did I see?  A HUGE snow storm!  Boy was I glad that I had already decided not to run the race!  That would have been miserable!  Within the hour of me looking out the window, I got an email from Riverton City saying that the race had been cancelled and that I'd be receiving a full refund of my registration fee.  What!?  Awesome!?

Not only would I get my money back but I got to forward that email to my "big boy pants" buddy telling him that I AM NOT A QUITTER!

Or am I?

Monday, April 15, 2013

Ruined my Week

Well at least a couple of days anyway.

Church Ball, Ward Basketball, LDS basketball

I try to get over to a church downtown once a week to play basketball with some buddies at work.  There's just a few guys I know, everyone else I only know from being there.

I will preface the rest of this post by saying that I act differently on the basketball court than off the court.  I'm aggressive and competitive on the court, and I play hard even though it's just pick up basketball and it doesn't mean anything but exercise.  I know I can be a hot head at times too.  Although I've mellowed out extensively over the years (I'm sure mostly because I've come to terms with the fact that I can't play like I used to).  At least this is a flaw in my character that I recognize and try to work on.  I'm competitive off of the court too, but I think I've learned to utilize that trait positively in my (off the court) life.

In fact,  at times I've been so unhappy with the me that I am on the basketball court, I will not play for months on end just to stay away from that me.  Although my basketball droughts last longer these days because I dread going back and working to get back into playing shape.  I'm sore for a whole week after coming back from a break.

Anyway, a few weeks ago I was involved in a little tiff on the court with another guy.  Apparently he doesn't like me playing hard or being boxed out.  So what does he do?  He starts pushing and shoving and elbowing.  Well of course I didn't like that and we had ourselves a little shouting match.  It didn't get physical, so no harm done and we played on.

Then a few weeks after that during another pick up game, this same guy didn't like that I jumped when he gave me a pump fake and subsequently fouled him because of the great pump fake he gave me.  He yelled at me again and said that I play out of control.  Again, he just doesn't like it that I play hard.  Also, he is a high ranking individual where he works, which gives him an added ego.  I can tell this guy does not like to be challenged in any way, shape, or form.  Which is probably why he doesn't like to be boxed out as it's a challenge to his ability to get a rebound, or fouled as it's a challenge to his ability to make a shot.  But it also shows me his level of fortitude when his only response to being boxed out it to push and shove, rather than actually make a basketball play.  Or that his response to missing a shot is to call a foul.  I'm not kidding, this guy calls a foul on 90% of the shots that he misses. 

And I'm not the only one this guy has had run ins with either.  So there's no winning with this guy.  Which I understand, but it sure doesn't make things fun.  But the worst part about this is that it puts me in a downer for a couple of days when usually the workout helps lift my spirits.  I just do my best to put it behind me and the next time I play I don't hold it against him and just keep playing the way I play.  Maybe I should explore this further another time...

Here's to hoping that this guy is more like me and is different on the court than off.  I have a sneaky suspicion that he's not though.  And I don't know this guy at all away from the court.  I can see that he doesn't recognize his bad behavior on the court.  I mean, at what point does a guy realize that he's the common denominator across multiple scuffles?  Maybe never.

But that's not my problem.  My problem is me and how do I respond?  That's the key.  I'm trying to choose to not let it ruin my week.