The Rest of my Family

Speaking of introductions, I thought I would introduce the rest of my family. There are only three other than me, but I believe they all need introducing.
My father: he is a very Godly man who continually seeks more information about the Bible and is very wise. He has an incredible memory, loves to sail, and absolutely loves old cars.

 

My Mom: she is a Godly woman as well. She has taught us many things about the Bible, homeschooled my sister and I, is very loving, and is unselfish. She is also has a wonderful personality and is quite funny. 

 

My Sister/ Twin: Then... there is my one and only sibling, my twin, and my best friend. I am very honored to be her sister. She is a godly young woman who has a wonderful personality, abosolutely loves people, and is very giving.  She also makes me laugh without even trying, as is demonstrated by the picture below. 

Meet my Pets

The first animal my family and I had was a snowshoe simese named nike. Unforetunately when he was a kitten my sister and I ruined him. We pulled his tail, chased him, forced him to be with us, and tortured him. So, when he grew up, he was a very mean cat. When we moved though, we where forced to get rid of him...

Next came Morgan, our faithful Vizla. She is a very gentle dog who has been my companion for the last eight years. She allows squirels to eat her food, chases bees, loves to drink out of the tub faucet, and overall is a litte strange.These days, she is 10, she enjoys sleeping in a hole underneath our jasmine, In her younger days she was quite active.

  

In addition to Morgan we purchased a new Snowshoe Siamese named Grace. She is very sweet but is still a kitten. Like all cats, she wants everything to be on her terms, so holding her or snuggling with her is out of the picture. Nonetheless, she is fun to watch and is quite beautiful.

 

She and the dog have a very strange relationship....The cat attacks the dog and the dog just wags her tail.

 

Our strange kitten also loves to attack chairs....

 

But after a long day of puffery and attacking, like all cats, she sleeps...

 

So, there you are. You have been introduced to part of my strange and wonderful family. I'm sorry if I bored you but, as a beginning blogger, I figured I should reveal a part of my life....

The Gym: Terror or Confidence

       
 After school, one day this semester, I was motivated to go to the gym. I was encouraged to go to the student recreation center, the name a college gives a gym in the hope that more students will come to it, after a physical fitness class I took and also because I needed some gym time. Nonetheless, I found myself at the entrance to the place where one can find judgment, but also hope and confidence. Because I am not willing to look for help, I am a struggling strong willed individual, I began to assert an air of confidence the moment I entered the building. I assumed such an air because, after a certain incident, I have found that generally the gym staff will not come up to you if you act like you understand what you’re doing. If this means pretending that I am writing something down on a piece of paper as I try to read the weight lifting machine instructions, then so be it. Anyway, after checking in at the front desk, I grabbed a towel and headed to the girls side of the gym, the treadmill side. I generally make sure to grab a towel every time, because I tend to perspire more than most girls when I exercise, so a towel helps the gym personnel know that I am not going to contaminate the gym machine with my sweat. (As a side note: The first day I went to this gym I was asked, in a judgmental way, if I wanted a towel, as perspiration was running in streams off of my skin.) So, as I assumed my position on the girl’s side of the gym, I couldn’t help notice how toned most of the girls were and how natural they looked as they ran for thirty minutes. Their where in perfect momentum and their heads hardly moved as they turned the pages of their books or switched songs on their I-pods. In stark contrast, I run in an awkward manner, I have a hard time with coordination, I sweat profusely, and my face tends to get extremely red- a family characteristic. Due to the above, I end up looking like an uncoordinated, out of shape person, who is about to have a heart attack at the age of nineteen. To say the least, this seems to draw the attention of the individuals exercising next to me, although this may just by my imagination. I say this because it seems like my fellow exercisers heads turn too frequently to observe me and I always get this sort of concerned look by passer by’s when my face gets red. Anyway, after exercising for thirty minutes on the girl’s side of the room, I moved over to the boy’s side so that I could do some weight lifting exercises, it is my goal to be able to lift a cooler without getting tired- an ample goal. When it comes to the men, I generally only see one or two in the cardio section of the gym, but I do see about fifteen or so in the weight section, or men’s section. I had never really understood this, but after much research, I have found that men feel a certain confidence when they can lift a lot of weight. So, it seems that men feel that working your heart is not as important as working your arms. On the flip side, due the over population of men, rarely do any women cross the invisible line to the men’s side of the room, unless it has to do with leg weights. Therefore, only a brave few build up enough courage to go over to the “other side.” As I made my way over to the “other side” and tried out my first machine, I could not help but notice the unbelieving stares. After using my tactic of writing something down while reading the instructions, I climbed onto the machine and prayed that I was doing it right. Thankfully, during this gym period, there was no impromptu instruction time and I left to await another day. My only hope is that someday my face will stop turning red while I exercise, but I guess it is just another lesson in become less self conscious. So, it seems that for now, the gym is a place that I fear but also that holds much hope of strength and confidence, that is if I go again…