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ImageToday my wife and daughter got a chance to go visit Kane at the hospital- I am quite jealous.  Judging by the pictures all three of them had a lot of fun.

My wife got to meet Kane’s doctors- who are by the way totally awesome!  You couldn’t imagine kinder, more knowledgeable, nicer, more considerate and patient doctors than the three doctors (one is a professor and the other two are residents).

They were even nice enough to answer my question about whether life in a vet hospital is anything like Scrubs.  Their answer.  It is more like Scrubs than Grey’s Anatomy.

Well without further adieu, here are tow videos of Sasha and Kane playing around.  Well mostly it is her playing around and Kane tolerating her.

And this…

I know, I know, that is probably too much cuteness to handle at one time so take a second, take a deep breath and click the read more bottom… (more…)

The events in this post take place around 7 p.m.- bath time in our home.  I am sitting in the tub in my swim trunks (since my daughter demands I get in the tub too) surrounded by ponies, McDonald’s Kid’s Meal transformers, and various girly things.  I am attempting to give my daughter a bath, which is surprisingly hard to do when we occupy the same small tub.

My Daughter: Daddy, can I wash your knees?

Me: Sure.

My Daughter: Daddy, can I wash your back?

Me: Sure.

My Daughter: Daddy, can I wash your bagina? (more…)

In the category of “D’uh!.” In the wake of Tim Russert’s heart attack the belief that “if we do everything right — eat healthy, exercise, undergo diligent screening, and get all of our numbers lined up in ideal ranges — that we can prevent heart disease, cancer, diabetes and forestall premature death” is taking quite a few hits.  [1]  While these methods are helpful they are not foolproof guarantees.  Then again, what in life is guaranteed other than death and taxes?

Are you a Metabo? You might ask what is Metabo?  Metabo is another name for a person who is presumed to suffer from Metabolic Syndrome.  And for those too lazy to click on the link here is a definition:

Metabolic syndrome is a compilation of risk factorswaist circumference, blood pressure, blood sugar, and triglyceride and blood lipids (cholesterol). Some say that the more of these indices that are “high,” the greater the risk for heart disease. [Metabo- Is a Small Waistline a Measure of Health?]

The author poses a question that provokes some…interesting…imagery

Is a smaller belt size to prevent heart disease like going braless to reduce risks for breast cancer? [Metabo- Is a Small Waistline a Measure of Health?]

The article also contains this gem which is too good to pass up. (more…)

Well there is lots of stuff to catch up on so maybe I should say something like, “Coming this Week”

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First I have to “dance with the one that brung me” and get back to some good old fashioned weight loss blogging. I have gotten a bit off track and forgotten my Excel spread sheets for the last few days. Well, I plan on bringing them back. I am also putting together a new post on sex and exercise (related to the VERY popular sexercise post– now viewed over 4,200 times) that will come with an interesting challenge. (more…)

Well here is the first (and quite incomplete) version of our introduction book. Tell me what you think. Anything we should take out? Add in? Anything you particularly like or dislike? Drop a comment and let me know. And since I can’t resize this, just click on the link to see the whole 14 or so slide presentation.

My Scrapblog

Well about two weeks ago (yeah, I know it took me a while to post on this) my wife, my daughter, and I took a trip to the local zoo. It was fun times for all, especially her. However the ride home was not fun times for all as she was about 5 hours overdue for her daily nap. But still, in balance the day was pretty awesome, terrific, and even stupendous.

Me and Sasha at the Zoo

The above picture is great, but WordPress refuses to let me post it as a thumbnail. So sorry, you guys will need to click the link.

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Sasha got to make pies out of sand, paint a big papier-mache animal of some sort, meet a live possum (as opposed to the dead ones she sees all the time on the road), have a gas can thrown at her by a playful gorilla, learn that brand name hot dogs aren’t all that tasty, push some older boys around who were dumb enough to push her out of the way, and watch an ostrich do a really weird dance.

Crazy Ostrich

Click on the link and see for yourself.

BTW, this was an excellent workout. The zoo follows a 5 mile path. I walked about 7.5 miles or more that day.

5. When you finish shaving, you grab the closest towel to wipe your face. When you open your eyes you realize you’ve just wiped shaving cream all over Zoe and Elmo.

4. When you roll over in the middle of the night to snuggle your wife, it seems she has become exceptionally hairy- so much so you open your eyes. Only to discover that you are snuggling a life size Teddy Bear.

3. The house is filled with tons of chalk, crayons, markers, paint, and etch-a-sketches, but not a single pen in sight.

2. Mowing the lawn is going fine until the lawn mower gets jammed up. When you turn it over you notice that a jump rope is wrapped around the blade. Forcing you to spend the next 15 minutes unwinding it, only to realize it is ruined, and thereby requiring you to go buy a new one before your daughter/son gets upset.

1. You look over at your wife with that, “You know what I’m thinking look.” And as you approach her and get ready to throw her over your shoulder and take her into the bedroom, your barefoot steps on to a plastic toy dinosaur (w/ spikes of course) and the prelude to a potential session of amorous love making turns into a exercise in profanity against a two inch tall plastic stegosaurus.

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Well, I actually started taking my MySpace account seriously- well sort of.  So I was curious how many of my regular readers have a MySpace page?  If you do (or even if you don’t) drop on by at MySpace.com/Jkaiseresquire.  And for those who have an account, if you want, don’t be afraid to add me as a friend.  In this world of online networking, I am starting to have a real inferiority complex with only 12 friends.

And for all those interested, there are lots of pics there of Sasha.  What more could you want?

I was reading the local paper online and came across this interesting story. Of about 21 foreign students (18 from Germany, and 3 from France) visiting the U.S. the one idea they all seemed to hold about Americans, was, well, I’ll let them speak for themselves:

“There are fat people in Germany…but not so many, and not so fat as here.”

And

“There are a lot of fat people in America[.]”

So, the one idea they seemed to all share was that we Americans are quite fat. But to illuminate and illustrate the quality of their assumptions and preconceptions, they also thought Americans:

  1. Own lots of pets (guilty as charged, I own four pets not counting fish).
  2. Live in “huge” houses (well does 1,300 square feet count as big?).
  3. Southerners were more open-minded than Northerners.
  4. Less stressed out.

So judge for yourself.

For my part, I think they have hit the nail on the head. They are observers with a fresh perspective, observers that- with child like candor- have shed light on our peculiar problem as a nation- obesity. What are we going to do about it?

Birthday’s are usually a good time to reflect on your life- especially when you enter the second quarter of your earthly existence.   What have I learned?  How have I grown?  Heck, I don’t have enough space here to answer those questions.

But one thing stands out- I have a lot of learning left to do.  While my fitness situation is rapidly improving, my finances and my spiritual walk are both lagging behind.  I have taken steps in the last few days to address both deficiencies and I will continue to try to compensate for past neglect.

Beyond that, as I watched the news this morning, I heard a quote that was quite poignant.  I believe it was Mohammad Ali’s wife who said that the most important thing to remember (at least according to her husband) was that “He whom receives much from God, of him/her much is expected.”  Living in the United States, with a home of my own, with a wonderful family and good health- I consider myself rich beyond comparison.  Yeah we drive 17 year old cars that make me scared every time I turn the key; yes we are behind on some of our bills; and yes we don’t have enough to put the new roof on our house that it needs.  None of that is incredibly important though.  Why not?  Because I have faith that if the cars broke down, if the more bills piled, or the roof collapsed- whatever happens God will provide relief.  I don’t know how He will do it, I don’t know when, but I know His aid will come when the time is right.  For all this I am so grateful, but also so guilty, as I know I haven’t given back enough.

So looking forward from this day, it would be appropriate to say that I look toward a more abundant and charitable life.  Whether it means running our ranch/farm for the benefit of our community or whatever the Lord asks, I look forward to the opportunity.  I will admit I have my fingers crossed that God goes with the whole farm idea- but I am open to whatever He asks.