Life Is Like Survivor: You Never Know What Your Gonna Get

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As much as people like to knock “reality TV” I am finding at least 80% of what I watch on television these days is just that. If you have watched Survivor you know there are certain personality types the producers seem to cast but interestingly maybe those they select are actually representative of our society.  You have those who have no clue why they are there and those who know exactly why they are there.  You have some who are lazy, yet some break their back to provide for their tribe.

You have some contestants who are old, some are young, some are male and some female.  Some come to the game with a clear strategy and some ride the coattails of others to make it as far as they can.  Some are smart, some are athletic, and some rely on their looks to get them through the game.  Some are honest yet most lie.  Some stay loyal while others stray from the commitments they made to their tribe upon the merge.  Don’t even get me started on the merge.  It never ceases to amaze me how many times it is advantageous to stick together as a tribe yet someone always falters and stabs their tribe mates in the back by voting against someone they committed their allegiance to because they feel doing so will ultimately further themselves in the game.

Be like Gump, Forrest Gump that is.  Forrest loved Jenny and his mother unconditionally, he was faithful to his friends even if it meant risking his own life, what Gump lacked in intelligence he made up for by living the golden rule (treat others or love how you want to be treated or loved), and he never let life’s obstacles impede his progress.

Forrest Gump: [narrating] You know, it’s funny what a young man recollects. ‘Cause I don’t remember being born. I, I don’t recall what I got for my first Christmas, and I don’t know when I went on my first outdoor picnic. But, I do remember the first time I heard the sweetest voice in the wide world.
Young Jenny: You can sit here if you want.
Forrest Gump: [narrating] I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. She was like an angel.
Young Jenny: Well, are you gonna sit down, or aren’t ya?
[Young Forrest sits down next to Jenny]
Young Jenny: What’s wrong with your legs?
Young Forrest: Um, nothing at all, thank you. My legs are just fine and dandy.
Young Jenny: Then why do you have those shoes on?
Young Forrest: Momma says my back is as crooked as a question mark.
Forrest Gump: [narrating] I just sat next to her on that bus and had conversation all the way to school. And next to Momma, no one ever talked to me or asked me questions.
Young Jenny: Are you stupid or something?
Young Forrest: Momma says stupid is as stupid does.
Young Jenny: I’m Jenny.
Young Forrest: I’m Forrest. Forrest Gump.
Forrest Gump: [narrating] From that day on, we was always together. Jenny and me was like peas and carrots.

Maybe we could all learn from our friend Mr. Gump.  Life may be a game we all play but it is how you play the game which determines who really wins at the end of the day/game.  Live a good life, find what makes you happy, and live life to its fullest.

Forrest Gump: What’s the matter, Momma?
Mrs. Gump: I’m dyin’, Forrest. Come on in, sit down over here.
Forrest Gump: Why are you dyin’, Momma?
Mrs. Gump: It’s my time. It’s just my time. Oh, now, don’t you be afraid, sweetheart. Death is just a part of life. It’s something we’re all destined to do. I didn’t know it, but I was destined to be your momma. I did the best I could.
Forrest Gump: You did good, Momma.
Mrs. Gump: Well, I happened to believe you make your own destiny. You have to do the best with what God gave you.
Forrest Gump: What’s my destiny, Momma?
Mrs. Gump: You’re gonna have to figure that out for yourself. Life is a box of chocolates, Forrest. You never know what you’re gonna get.
Forrest Gump: [narrating] Momma always had a way of explaining things so I could understand them.
Mrs. Gump: I will miss you, Forrest.
Forrest Gump: [narrating] She had got the cancer and died on a Tuesday. I bought her a new hat with little flowers on it. And that’s all I have to say about that.

SF Nike Women’s Marathon 2009

 

Well, we survived the marathon today and I’m pretty sore but glad we did it.  I clearly have some training to do for next year but here are some pictures and a video of the 13.2 mile death march.

Fast Food: Per Store Sales Information

In the October 2009 edition of Fast Company Magazine they list some sales information for fast food chains which I thought was interesting.

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  • Total company U.S. revenue = $30 billion
  • Average transaction = $6.00
  • Average annual per-store sales = $2.3 million
  • Number of U.S. stores = 13,958

Chipotle logo

  • Total company U.S. revenue = $1.28 billion
  • Average transaction = $8.10
  • Average annual per-store sales = $1.8 million
  • Number of U.S. stores = 800

BurgerKingLogo

  • Total company U.S. revenue = $9.13 billion
  • Average transaction = $5.75
  • Average annual per-store sales = $1.3 million
  • Number of U.S. stores = 7,213

starbucks-logo

  • Total company U.S. revenue = $8.75 billion
  • Average transaction = $4.75
  • Average annual per-store sales = $985,000
  • Number of U.S. stores = 11,537

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  • Total company U.S. revenue = $9.6 billion
  • Average transaction = $6.95
  • Average annual per-store sales = $445,000
  • Number of U.S. stores = 21,881

SF Nike Women’s Marathon

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We went to the city last night to pick up our marathon gear.  I carried a pink (OK it has some red tones to it) bag which had “Run Like a Girl” through the city and BART.  Even though it was a pink bag I felt so athletic.  I mean I’m sure people looked at me and said “obviously he is an athlete ready to run a marathon”…I could see them saying that…I could.  Not to mention I posed in front of a women’s marathon race tent (yes this is me posing).  Even though we are walking the marathon I have a feeling I’m still going to be feeling it Monday morning.  The “race” starts at 7am tomorrow so I’m readying myself by blogging and drinking coffee this morning.  Game on marathon…game on.

No Hitting!

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My son Tyler has started hitting and I think there are different ways to address the problem which is why I am writing this blog post.  Some say spank, some say to tell him no, some may hit back and some say to give him a hug.  My way of addressing it is to not react to it and then if the behavior continues to address it by stating “no hitting please, use your words” (God bless Nanny 911).  My concern is if you constantly react to him hitting he will learn hitting gets your attention which is negative reinforcement.  He is hitting because something isn’t going his way, he can’t express how he feels so he gets frustrated and hits, or he isn’t getting the attention he wants.

When people say “don’t hit daddy, hug daddy” that doesn’t accomplish much in my opinion because he didn’t want to hug in the first place, he wanted something else.  By saying no hitting every time he hits, I would be negatively reinforcing the action which doesn’t help him address what he wanted in the first place.  My method is to acknowledge the fact that he is frustrated, acknowledge I want to help, and finally tell him his reaction wasn’t appropriate but I still love him (which is where the hug could come in).  I don’t believe in spanking so don’t even recommend that.  What do you think is the best way to handle hitting?

Tyler at Super Franks

We took Tyler to Super Franks after he woke up from his nap yesterday.  Super Franks is a huge play place for kids and it took him a little while to warm up but once he did Tyler loved it.  We took him miniature golfing which was complete cauas with all of the kids running around but it was still fun.  The entire course is done in the dark so everything glows.  They let the kids (and ah hew…adults) put this florescent paint on their faces so it glows in the dark.