Best movie speeches – Rocky IV “DO IT” November 7, 2008

Just finished watching Rocky IV…how can you not want to go train old school chopping wood and stuff after watching that…seriously.   But the best of all is the short talk he gets from his (formerly Apollo Creed’s) coach, just before he starts training.  I need a mp3 of it to listen to every day before training…

 

“Apollo was like my son.
 I raised him.
 When he died, a part of me died.
 But now you're the one.
 You're the one that's going  to keep his spirit alive.
 You're the one that's going  to make sure he didn't die for nothing.
 You'll have to go through hell...
 worse than any nightmare  you ever dreamed.
 But in the end...
 I know you'll be the one standing.
 You know what you have to do.
 Do it.
 DO IT.”

ooooo ya ya ya I gotta go do hill repeats now!!!!  Woooohooooo!

“You have to put happy things in there so your brain isn’t hurting” November 4, 2008

 

Last night I got home from Cold Lake and I was tired and I told the girls it was because I can’t sleep on the road because I miss my girls. 

Dani (4 yrs) says to me: “Dad, it’s because of all the work things and sad things in your brain!  Your brain is full up of things that are bad and you have to clean it out!  You have to put happy things in there so your brain isn’t hurting”  I said: “like what?”  And her answer was “well, like happy things.  Sometimes I think of skating, or snowmen, or candy…and then your brain feels better and you can fall asleep.”

 

And to think people buy books written by psychologists to tell us pretty much the same thing…

Blaster lives… November 3, 2008

The kids decided ‘Blaster” is a good name for the Master Deluxe.  Maybe because that’s the noise it makes, and with all the smoke.  A 67 year old straight six doesn’t exactly purr the first time it’s started.  Anyway, I figure it’s a good name, and better than some of thier other choices like “flower” or “kitty”.  We got Blaster going last week, and it was actually really cool – I was jumping around like a moron..who wouldn’t!!  A $600 car from 1941 and it started…seriously, who’d a thunk it.  It caught on fire a couple times in the garage from the gas I spilled working on the carb, and one electrical fire…but nothing serious.  It definitely tells a story about the times: there are about 15 ashtrays!  There is an ashtray on every surface.  Now the real work starts..the stuff I need to do for it to be road worthy: brakes, clutch, lights.  The interior will be (according to the kids, to whom I promised the colour choice) black and purple, which actually is gonna be good. (They coulda said pink and orange so i should be glad).  They want to chop the top off, but I vetoed that since we don’t live in california. Some projects end up taking so much time and work that it’s only fun when they’re done, but something about this one has been fun since the beginning, and the fact that both kids sometimes draw pictures of it with thier latest paint job idea, means that it actually will be a family project, which was the point from the start.

But we still gotta convince cindy it was a good idea…

It’s time to travel… November 3, 2008

I think it’s time to go somewhere. 

We used to travel alot, Cindy and I, and we kinda stopped when the kids arrived, but they’re travel-ready. I grew up travelling: heck I pretty much lived on my own in a foreign country from about the age of 15.  I’m in Cold Lake for work, and I wish Cin and the kids were here.  It’s a cool place so far.  I wouldn’t want to live here, but that’s what all trips are, somewhere away from home for a bit.  It really hit me yesterday, I was standing on the pier at the lake, and it could’ve been Holland.  It felt like home.  Holland is my childhood/youth home really, since I was there for a long time during the years I grew up (about 16 – 25).  But it would’ve been better if the 3 girls were here.  When I get home, I’m planning a trip…because I miss home…does that make sense?  I think travelling makes home that much better, and that’s part of what makes travelling cool.  And I gotta take the kids to Holland, see where daddy “grew up”…or maybe just to Cold Lake, it’s a cheaper facsimile…