Doc says I can do Tabata with front squats…fuck yeah.
ahem I’m actually 4’12, AKA 5 feet. But I get that a lot.
Re Dom Rep: Yes.
Your gym is full of copycats 
[quote]Nikki9591 wrote:
ahem I’m actually 4’12, AKA 5 feet. But I get that a lot.
Re Dom Rep: Yes.
Your gym is full of copycats :P[/quote]
I can tell by the face. You look like my sister. I don’t mind it, it is just funny to see the wave of that stuff. Kind of shows you who has a plan and who doesn’t.
Did I mention I like poetry?
Here is a funny poem I ran across today, it is by G.K. Chesterton called ‘The Song against Grocers.’
God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
That men might shun the awful shops
And go to inns to dine;
Where the bacon’s on the rafter
And the wine is in the wood,
And God that made good laughter
Has seen that they are good.
The evil-hearted Grocer
Would call his mother “Ma’am,”
And bow at her and bob at her,
Her aged soul to damn,
And rub his horrid hands and ask
What article was next
Though MORTIS IN ARTICULO
Should be her proper text.
His props are not his children,
But pert lads underpaid,
Who call out “Cash!” and bang about
To work his wicked trade;
He keeps a lady in a cage
Most cruelly all day,
And makes her count and calls her “Miss”
Until she fades away.
The righteous minds of innkeepers
Induce them now and then
To crack a bottle with a friend
Or treat unmoneyed men,
But who hath seen the Grocer
Treat housemaids to his teas
Or crack a bottle of fish sauce
Or stand a man a cheese?
He sells us sands of Araby
As sugar for cash down;
He sweeps his shop and sells the dust
The purest salt in town,
He crams with cans of poisoned meat
Poor subjects of the King,
And when they die by thousands
Why, he laughs like anything.
The wicked Grocer groces
In spirits and in wine,
Not frankly and in fellowship
As men in inns do dine;
But packed with soap and sardines
And carried off by grooms,
For to be snatched by Duchesses
And drunk in dressing-rooms.
The hell-instructed Grocer
Has a temple made of tin,
And the ruin of good innkeepers
Is loudly urged therein;
But now the sands are running out
From sugar of a sort,
The Grocer trembles; for his time,
Just like his weight, is short.
For Mama, The Black Virgin:
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces
Walk in a forest calling on one name
And, most of all, how this thing may be so
Who know thee not are mystified to know
That one cries “Here she stands” and one cries “Yonder”
And thou wert home in heaven long ago.
Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows,
Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone,
From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters
Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own:
Ghost of our land, White Lady of Walsinghame,
Shall they not live that call upon thy name
If an old song on a wild wind be blowing
Crying of the holy country whence they came?
Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass
Burning above thee in the high vitrailles,
On Cornish crags take for salute of swords
O’er peacock seas the far salute of sails,
Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood,
A great doll given when the child is good,
Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll,
In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood.
I have found thee like a little shepherdess
Gay with green ribbons; and passed on to find
Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God
Like one who fills a mountain with a mind:
Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue,
Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through,
Of the King’s daughter glorious within:
Change shine unchanging light with every hue.
Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon
Crowned with the stars or single, a morning star,
Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows,
Starlight and twilight thy refractions are,
Lights and half-lights and all lights turn about thee,
But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee,
Something remains. Nor can man live without it
Nor can man find it bearable without thee.
There runs a dark thread through the tapestries
That time has woven with all the tints of time
Something not evil but grotesque and groping,
Something not clear; not final; not sublime;
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree
Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea,
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony
Being most strange in its simplicity.
Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans
The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him.
By the black oak of the aeon-buried grove
By the black gems of the miner’s treasure-trove
Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken-
Most holy dark, cover our uncouth love.
From shine high rock look down on Africa
The living darkness of devouring green
The loathsome smell of life unquenchable,
Look on low brows and blinking eyes between,
On the dark heart where white folk find no place,
On the dark bodies of an antic race,
On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow,
Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face.
This also is in thy spectrum; this dark ray;
Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent
Darker than violet vestment; dark and secret
Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent:
As the black moon of some divine eclipse,
As the black sun of the Apocalypse,
As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back
From witchcraft; and he saw again the ships.
In all thy thousand images we salute thee,
Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones
Hewn out of multi-colored rocks and risen
Stained with the stored-up sunsets in all tones-
If in all tones and shades this shade I feel,
Come from the black cathedrals of Castille
Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia,
To thy most merciful face of night I kneel.
I have bruises on my back! It feels good to be back. They are from the GM as they are too far my back and too recent from being from anything else.
When I did squats with a spaghetti strap top, I got the ugliest mark by my rear delt sigh
I added in my military press number into my title. I’m not that cool to have a higher total than you. So your number should really be 910.
[quote]Nikki9591 wrote:
When I did squats with a spaghetti strap top, I got the ugliest mark by my rear delt sigh
I added in my military press number into my title. I’m not that cool to have a higher total than you. So your number should really be 910.[/quote]
Lol…cheater. It’s okay. You squat with spaghetti straps, dangerous?
Haha it’s not a cheat. I care a lot about my MP and keeping track motivates me to do things like… oh I don’t know, press 110. I’m catching up to your 160. Catching up I tell ya!
Spaghetti strap tanks? I don’t usually squat with them but I wasn’t thinking that day.
[quote]Nikki9591 wrote:
Haha it’s not a cheat. I care a lot about my MP and keeping track motivates me to do things like… oh I don’t know, press 110. I’m catching up to your 160. Catching up I tell ya!
Spaghetti strap tanks? I don’t usually squat with them but I wasn’t thinking that day.[/quote]
Obvious not thinking is obvious. 
Last night I decided to allow myself some relaxation and entertainment for my entire Thursday. Instead of waking up at 0530 hours as usual, I decided to wake up at 0800 hours and meet my friend at his house at 0900 hours and go to a local lake for a day of tubing behind his boat.
This means I missed my workout session. I could have very well gone to my gym as it closes at 2200 hours. I pushed the session to tomorrow and I will do the workout planned on Friday in the afternoon Saturday. This will allow me to heal my sunburn and to rest for tomorrow.
Tomorrow I am planning to make chili. Hopefully my dad will not complain too much as he is a fan of something old people from the Midwest call chili (read: pound of ground beef, truck load of tomatoes, no actual chili, more beans than meat, more tomatoes, and too much beef bullion), which it is not.
I am sure some of you know my discussions with DB, and he helped me go on about my way to starting to work on my chili recipe. It is not perfected, but I do not mind sharing my recipe even though I find it delicious.
Warning: I buy all my stuff from local markets from butchers/farmers I know. They are proper high quality cuts. I’m not sure how this works with less quality stuff, but I am sure it’ll work fine.
Ingredients:
2# Pork Roast
.5# Bacon
.5# Top Sirloin
8 green chile peppers
.5 Cup chili seasoning (this is where the secret shiz comes in…and I can’t tell you)
1 med onion
2 head garlic
1 tbsp Hungarian paprika
4 heirloom tomatoes
6 Pack of amber Mexican beer
5th of your favorite whiskey (I’m using Tennessee Honey)
2 squares of baker’s chocolate, bitter (I picked this up from my grandma)
2 tbsp of honey
Mediterranean Sea Salt
Instructions:
- Saute the garlic and onions.
- Throw the meat and chili seasoning cook and salt.
- Put all of that in the chili pot.
- Put the rest of the ingredients in to your chili pot.
- Set it and forget it…for a few hours (I do it all day sometimes, but you can do it for an hour).
Hi Brother Chris
I cut and pasted your chili recipe. It looks yummy.
Do you serve in over anything?
Do I serve it over anything, what do you mean?
^ wow that’s a whole new world I’ve never explored…
chilli sounds very nice - i like the added chocolate and the 6 pack
[quote]nlmain wrote:
^ wow that’s a whole new world I’ve never explored…
chilli sounds very nice - i like the added chocolate and the 6 pack
[/quote]
Forgot to mention…only use one of the beers in the chili.
Hi.
[quote]Brother Chris wrote:
[quote]nlmain wrote:
^ wow that’s a whole new world I’ve never explored…
chilli sounds very nice - i like the added chocolate and the 6 pack
[/quote]
Forgot to mention…only use one of the beers in the chili. [/quote]
I had assumed you used none
[quote]Brother Chris wrote:
Do I serve it over anything, what do you mean?[/quote]
Well chili is like a stew so some people serve stew over rice or mashed potatoes. Although I do not see this going with mashed potatoes. Is it really thick? I’m trying to do gluten free so a side of pasta or bread is a no for me for a carb with this meal.
I’m mostly thinking out loud in your log now. lol
Sometimes the creative cooking/baking bug hits and afterwards I have new dishes in my repertoire. 
[quote]mom-in-MD wrote:
Hi.[/quote]
Hello! I hope you’re having fun camping.