Ok… this is pretty amazing. I’m no police officer or crazed security nut, but I’ve always had an eye for detail; believe it or not it saved me this time. I’ve recently made a move from a less desirable area to a decent one (based on what the police told me) and felt no need to drive it home with the security ranting. However, my belief that one should always protect themselves saved me from more woes than I could EVER and believe me EVER imagine!!!

On this more than normal day I drop a friend off to work feeling a little ambitious enough to drive to a couple of stores before making my way home. In the foggy mist of my busy mind, something told me to make it straight away to the house for what reason… only a psychic or psychotic could have known. A million and one things running through my mind would never prove to be more shocking then what would appear inside of my garage that day. With a trunk full of groceries I pulled up to a half opened garage only to think… um… did my house catch fire and the rest of the crew didn’t show up yet??? Proceeding to the half opened garage with a fear only an abandoned bag of money could have known… I walked up to my dismay. Slightly bending over I noticed sneakers and jeans at the base of this opened garage and feared that I would be in for a terrible beginning to the day’s events.

I’m not sure what anyone else would do in this situation but I was so confused I had no idea what to say because the villain

1. Left the garage slightly open.

2. Didn’t turn on the light to the garage.

3. Didn’t move when I pulled up.

Confused as all hell I asked him what the @#$*!!! was he doing in my garage??? He answered with someone next door need an electrician and that he was there to fix the problem because it was URGENT!!! Unfathomably at the time I couldn’t get past the fact he was fixing a supposed electrical issue with the lights OFF in the garage!!! He pretended to call the neighbors next door and said that the police were on their way and that he wanted no problems with them; also mentioning a neighbor’s name (that may or may not be correct) I realized he had no intentions of leaving. So I had some options that may have not reached a livable conclusion.

I could have either:

a. Put my head under the door… SMACK!!!

b. Announced I had a weapon not knowing his weapon of choice

c. Drive into the garage door… adding to his massacre and waiting to see what weapon he had

I chose neither as I proceeded to the locked door on the side of the garage. The funny thing here is  if he had in fact made it into the house, I’m assuming he wouldn’t be outside as there were no items in the garage and the easiest door to exit was locked. I could be seriously wrong here but I had to do something. Not thinking straight I ran into the house without calling the police (serious mistake number one) grabbed a bat to crack him over the head with much needed anguish as I didn’t know what I was in for. The door was still secure with serious damage with a crowbar he had used to try and pry his way into my life. By the time I got to his last known location I was a superhero without a villain for he’d ran off (enough for me to get a good view of him running away as fast as he could).

Story goes… I was able to give a police description, fingerprints were found and I’ve secured the house with additional security measures that everyone thought I was silly for.

The moral of the story here is folks, if you feel you need to add something to your security FOR WHATEVER REASON… please do!!!!!! The only way I prevented this random, spying, idiot from taking away my life, destroying my somewhat comfort in my new home, taking my belongings or hurting my family was putting an additional lock on the door that costs me less than $10.

Never think that random acts of violence can’t happen to you as believed by everyone that thought I was nuts because I moved into a said SAFER location. I had less reason to believe that someone could break in to this new location but couldn’t imagine not carrying over the same habits I previously practiced. Don’t get comfortable if you feel less threatened. However don’t feel like a prisoner in your own home either. You should always take into account that you aren’t the exception to the rule or it’s too perfect to foil. Indeed things could happen… even to you or a loved one. I almost made this mistake and was very close to paying for it with my life and become the piece of mind pictured in a police evidence kit.

Stay hungry (grrrr)…

I have to admit, I’m in love with P90x… No literally. I’m an athletic person by nature and love to workout. It would seem though over the years I’ve got a little lazy. However, with Tony Horton in tow I believe anything is possible and there’s no such thing as aging (right Tony)!!! I will be officially starting my 2nd cycle of P90x next week and believe it or not… I’m looking forward to it. Yet there’s one thing I just have to discuss before I go any further, that dang Recovery week, what gives???

It would seem no matter what I’ve done in my previous weeks the Recovery week seems to be the hardest to get adapted to. Now look, I’m not being lazy or anything of the such. It’s just that Core Synergistics is literally beating me up and then says “Finish him” at the end. No matter the food intake, plenty of rest the night before, Zen like Yoga skills, I can’t shake the inevitable which is ask the question “Did these people really look this good after just 90 days of P90x and accomplish it flawlessly???”  (flawless victory). I mean I wouldn’t be doing a 2nd cycle if I thought I was close or darn close to where I need to be, I hate to say that it’s the latter, or maybe I’m being too hard on myself. So to see these people in the video that move around like pre-charged robots with a few energy drink pills stuck in their mouths… I hate to say it… this discourages me. I know Tony, I shouldn’t say that.

Despite my anger towards people I’ll never meet, I keep pushing play but this week, just this one week in the whole schedule sums my progress up into a Sasquatch aimlessly walking through the trees, with some agility, interesting muscle  content, and enough endurance to just finish the damn thing. What the hell was I doing those other weeks anyway?!?!?!

Ok my rant is over but I will say this, nothing is acquired in a few days or yet a few months so I will definitely stay the course. I will continue to make this work because you know what… nothing else has. I’m still baffled by this one week that believe it or not on my first run was so easy that a cave man could have done it. Then again, I probably had no idea what I was doing and it didn’t matter anyways.

I will tell anyone if it’s hard… work harder, if you don’t get it… work at it until you do, and if you feel like you want to give up… give it just a little more time. Remember you’ve been this way for a long time and no miracle cure is going to undo what it took you so long to accomplish. Or maybe you believe in Santa Clause???

KEEP PRESSING PLAY… DAMMIT!!!!!!!

Stay hungry… (grrrr)…