Savior, He Can Move the Mountains....

So I was in a ballet...no I did not wear a tutu..or a threethree....never mind....
I had a tunic, black pair of pants vesty type robe...thats it.
Joseph is my name and being Jesus' step father is/ was my game.
It all started back in September with my audition.

So here I am blogging like a true...true..something ..er other..typing from my wifes droid!!!
Anyway..I walked into my daughter's studio (Amanda Rose Belmont-Dance for Joy) and did a few tricks and the rest
as they say is history. I became Joseph. It was a really great story, too! The ballet starts out with all sorts of dancing going on...then the proud parents and some angels appear and dancing continues (I still have yet to have all the French terms for the moves down) then the first number ends with proud Mary holding aloft and invisible baby Jesus. Then Some Christmas madness ensues tree style. Then my first actual dance. Then Mary gets a talking to from the Holy Spirit and the angel Gabriel (actually a dancing to) then we have a dance where I realize that she is impregnated and I get really angry and storm off stage.
Next I lament (prayer style)  singing unto the Lord for guidance, advice, actually looking for an answer.
Then I fall asleep and receive a dream telling me who the child is and the importance. I wake up happy and then Mary and I dance a "Love of My Life" dance. Intermission: Please wait 15 minutes before you read the next part!!!
Then we are journeying to the inns and find no rest in fact one innkeeper kicks me when I try to seek lodging. Then we are broken and lost center stage and the nice inn takes pity on us and lets us stay. Jesus is born- there is a dance of celebration-then a dance of angels, stars, sheep and shepherds, and a lullaby for the baby Messiah. Then young Jesus is about His Fathers work and is praying (Mairi my daughter plays this part) when joy screams out she is lifted up and mimics the great work that Jesus did on the cross. She is let down into the Holy Spirit's arms and finally deposited safe with Mary. Then is the finale and subsequent bow. Awesome Truth!!    

Give Thanks...during Thanksgiving?

Tradition ...Baton Rouge is looking better as a holiday destination....

Is it time to break with tradition...fiddle somewhere else....?

Melting clocks, ticking candles....tick, tick, tick 

Thats the sound of your life running out!!!

Is it time to do something for ourselves...begin, start, rev up, wind, march in the new

Slay the old, pack it up, put it to bed...boring!!!!!

So anyway Thanksgiving came with a whirlwind heat and flash, faster than a jackrabbit-hare today gone tomorrow!

Where is the family, Freakin' Hollywood promised...those bastards!!

is it yet to come-pearly gate style? Anyway,...

Southern fried Cajun, creole, turkey and gator? Next year I am fairly certain that we will spend it in the gulf.

Sounds good. Priceline here I come with the credit card # and 3 digit code. Where did the day go? Hi, Eat, Peace out!

Over.... 

 

The old in and out....

Chewing the fat, as it seems, is on everyone's minds these days. Stepping into any social situation you will encounter anecdotal evidence--tips and tricks if you will--of an individuals weight loss journey. Regardless of how ludicrous the advice is, I have found myself derailed on my own personal journey by listening into some of this wacky advice. "Don't eat after 7pm" "You're not dropping any more weight because you are changing your body composition" "Eat like a cave person" "Run slower and steady to burn more calories." "Atkins"-need I say more. Simple math is required to achieve or maintain a healthy lifestyle. Achieve: Exercise + fuel consumed - fuel needed = negative calories or weight loss. Maintain: Fuel consumed - fuel needed = 0. My recommendation, (and this is not wacky advice) go to your local University or physicians office that has a Bod Pod and step into the future of fitness. This marvel of modern medicine will give you 99% accurate health screen. It will not give you analysis of your cholesterol or any internal organ health, but the results that are calculated help you establish a better plan for your life. Fat %, Lean Muscle %, and rock bottom caloric expenditure, that is your bodies calorie burn if you sat in a chair doing nothing for a 24 hour period. For some reason it also gives you your bodies volume, which is silly, unless you have a hallowed out ice sculpture made for a party then you know how much punch you will have to pour in. For instance, I am 85.something liters and that is a lot of punch. My point...if there is one, guidelines to achieve and maintain a healthy lifestyle does not require sorcery, a deal with the devil, rabbits feet, deprivation, or wacky habits, but it does require dedication, moderation, healthy fuel choices, mental readiness and time. The last portion is possibly the most essential. My favorite cartoon in the health related category: Picture a rotund gentleman in a doctors office, the doctor holding a clipboard as he speaks to the patient. Caption: "What works better for your schedule, 1 hour of exercise or 24 hours of being DEAD?!!" Think about it.

Boy, Girl, and Done.

"So how long ya been married?' The woman I just met asks. (Insert life character of random importance) I say, "Actually my wife and I just celebrated our 9th year married and our 10th year together" "Wow, thats great!" the LCRI says whether or not she is feigning enthusiasm. "Yep", I say. The logical next question asked from the book of social normality is, "Have any children, yet?" "As a matter of fact we have three". The LCRI waits anxiously for me to clue her in on my offspring's "vital" statistics such as gender and age. I break the silence with, "My Daughter, Mairi, *(Mar' ee)* is just about 6 and my Son, Elijah, is 20 months". Sometimes I give out Catriana's "vitals" as well, but never the less, without even so much as a twinkling of an eye the automatic response is "Oh! Then your done. You have a boy and a girl". "Hold on there a minute sister...the wife and I were thinking that it might be nice to have a hermaphrodite or fraternal twins, one boy and one girl, just to keep the balance" Seriously who governs the reproductive prowess of another. I picture in my mind a futuristic hospital. A baby boy is just birthed to a loving mother. Then the nurse walks in with the newest technological advance. The machine resembles an ultrasound wand that the nurse now rolls over the mothers abdomen. The motion resembles someone scanning a UPC symbol, coupled with that resounding beep. Hushed whispers in the corner, nurse between doctor. "Doctor she has had a girl, and now, this boy" The doctor replies, "Oh then she is...done". "Okay ma'am, it time to get you up to the OR." "Is it anything serious Doc?" The now alarmed mother asks. "No, no, no" the doctor chuckles, "Its just that you have a girl at home, and this is a boy, so you're done". The nurse whisks away the new mother to have her "lady parts" removed. I am not a fan of the domino fallaciousness I may be implying, but there are aspects of our life dictated by social influence. Before our first was born, I was praying for a "Great Nation". So 3 down, 9 to go.

*phonetic pronunciation of Mairi

A dingus by any other name...

In the movie Hudsucker Proxy it is a dingus, plastic, and extruded
Now they're cardio, LED, and performance, has your curiosity been fed
The Hula Hoop as it has been most commonly known,
Need a little more information I guess I can throw you a bone
My wife started a business where hooping is the game
a fitness class focused on training the whole body the same
Waist hooping, and chest hooping, and neck hooping, oh my
This American dream is a great piece of pie

New Ideas and tricks back and forth they get tossed 

I am happy (not just because I get to make love to the Boss)

We live health and I get to partner with my best friend

With nothing but love and respect to the end

130+ pounds shed my Jen has victoriously emerged 

No longer a life humming a sad hopeless dirge 

Dedication to working facilitation to all having fun

Many years I hope to continue and retire in the sun 

NurSie Powers ENGAGE!!!

Twas the night B4 the fashion show and all through the house, my freakin' Siamese were stirring trying to get a rotisserie chicken carcass out of the garbage as if it were a mouse. The next thing that happened as I drifted off listening to my wife talk, was a vision of the runway and how I should walk. Then crept into my thoughts of my part in the ballet, is that how I should walk and break forth with minimal delay?
Are dreams created on a part of anxiety and stress? or are they just powerful thoughts put together in an organized mess?...
Be it that or just another, Freud would say it is your mother, but in truth back to the story as if there was no other.
A fashion show to where proceeds go to breast cancer research, and a first for me I felt a little bit like Lurch. Enough here now as this redundancy of rhyme, rhyme in its redundancy is taking too much time...
So as I was saying my wife, and my child, and also I, were in a fashion show to save nursies, I tell you no lie.
No more rhymes now, I mean it, ...anybody want a peanut...

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................

So I exhibited a sweatshirt designed by Jeans by Jai,  spray and splatter painted in a Jack Pollock way.
A black bandanna was worn accross my brow, a style that was worn in past years, but history now.
A walk and a swagger revisiting a thug kind of appeal, an image, or life style that rarely is real.
Just as the show was, not that of real life, but ....fun? I guess...but mostly I did it for the wife.

A Little About Me

It was back in the year of 1978, it was April, right on the verge of Summer's Gate.
A child was born to parents who could hardly wait, the 10th of the month is the resounding date.

Relatives came with offerings of toys, dad checked me three times to make sure I was a boy.
In the future my sisters to annoy, but for that present time, a true celebration of joy.

My childhood and upbringing was normal enough, becoming an adult is when it gets tough.
Parenting me was a challenge and rough, and there was that one time when I streaked in the buff.

Three years old and it was time for a bath, it was summer and light out-you do the math.
Lightening speed, the sidewalk was my path, my mother recalls, smiling, “Man, he was fast!”

Summers at Grandma’s, oh those wonderful days. A right of passage, and the games that we played.
Laying on the grass, spotting cardinals and jays, fond memories on my heart are emblazed.

Backyard football and all other sports, to relive those times I wish I could sail to that port.
Rehydrating by a hose, drinking gallons and quarts, the most famous of touchdowns take a lifetime to sort.

High school begins and you’re close to the end, that is of your childhood-it’s around the bend.
A first crush, and having yourself to mend, being more cautious when it’s your heart you spend.

Messing around and raiding fridges for beers, drown out the pressure that’s brought on by peers.

Then drugs enter in, and I waste five more years, paranoia, anxiety and a fountain of tears.

I’m faced with mortality when my cousin is killed, taking anxiety to the peak of a mountain...or hill.
Anguish and confusion, all over me spilled, a trip off to college, a life she was trying to build.

I drop out of school and promise to return, options I had I so quickly spurned.
Decisions, decisions, my brain slowly churned, arriving ten years later with all bridges burned.

A proverbial tunnel and at the end there is light. I meet a fair maiden and it’s love at first sight.
A rib found in Lima, like Adam’s delight. We marry and ride off into the passionate night.

Happily ever after has often been said, our dreams and hopes swirling inside my head.
Roses of love, in a deep scarlet red, the moment dreams became real was the day that I wed.

A man now I know this, with a bride at my side, we want to add Moore to us, like a baby’s cry.
With Jesus our first thought and with Him abide, the step out in faith takes boldness in stride.

Mairi Elizabeth is a much-longed for child, my heart overflows every time she smiles.
Her mother gave her beauty, like the Queen of the Nile, to be with my family, I would walk endless miles.

Some time went by and we thought we would add one more t the mix of the cute family we had.
Catriana Quinn made me a second time dad, but instead of life, God had another plan.

To be continued....