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 The last time I posted here was 2011. I believe I started this blog in 2006. Is this thing on??

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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Following God Sucks

I mean let’s face it, it would be far easier to live for myself, be completely selfish and self-serving (not that I’m not those things) and give up this whole faith in God thing. It’s hard. I read something recently that struck a chord with me. Dying for something is easy. When you die for something or someone you get a highway named after you, or a football field at a high school named after you. But living for something, living for something is the harder thing to do. Living for something means living out daily what it is you are living for. So using this whole “faith” thing, living for my faith means actually having to LIVE out my faith. It means that when the shit hits the fan, knowing that God STILL has a plan. (That’s Genesis 50:20 by the way. Look it up.) It means that when God is being silent, that I have to listen harder, perhaps on a different frequency. It means that when everyone else is telling me one thing, but I know that God is clearly telling me something different, that I have to listen to God and suffer the stares and whispers of people who think I’m off my rocker and irresponsible. It means that when I tell someone that they should do this or that, that I better have damn well done it myself, or be willing to do so. It means that when EVERYTHING inside of me tells me that I should turn and run from my problems, or solve them in the way that the world would be ok with, I STILL have to be obedient and respond in the way I know is right. It means that in the face of adversity I have to KNOW that my God is bigger than any problem that may come. It’s getting to the point that where if I were to lose everything I hold dear, from all of my possessions to my family, that I would still be ok because I know God is truly the only thing I need.

See, I took a job back in January. It’s my dream job. God provided it for me. God is using me there. Lives are being changed. I am being changed. I am in my element. God is revealing things to me in ways he never has before. I made friends there who are now more like close family than they are friends. I am a blessing to others there. Others are a blessing to me. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that this job isn’t the job that God divinely lined up for me. There have been far too many miracles, revelations, affirmations, etc, that have spoken to that fact.

It’s a weird thing the movie making business though. A fella could find himself working 6 days a week, 11 hours a day, harder than he’s ever worked in his life, having more fun at a “job” than he ever has or thought possible, and still not earn a paycheck. Yet. You see, in the movie-making industry (at least up here in not-Hollywood) they don’t just throw you (and really, who is “they” anyway) a ton of money up front and lay down the red carpet. If you need to find a good definition of the word “earn”, talk to me and I’ll give it to you. Nothing comes easy in this industry in terms of financing and security. It’d be worse if we all didn’t feel like God was calling us to do this. It’d be worse if we were just making this movie on a wing. (Without the prayer) See? Following God sucks. Following God, sucks. You have to LIVE out and CARRY ON through the tough times. There are moments where you want to give up, where everyone telling you “you’re crazy and irresponsible” and you “better get something in writing” and “how could you put your family through that?” make sense. How could they not? They’re RIGHT! I AM crazy and irresponsible! I SHOULD get something in writing! How COULD I put my family through this?! Then God says “THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW YOU’RE IN MY WILL! I never called my followers to play it safe! My son didn’t play it safe when he was there for 33 years. He was an anarchist. People called HIM crazy. People said HE was irresponsible. He confounded the ways of the wise and drove the people who “knew best” nuts because he was unwilling to conform or play it safe. And then he went to the cross. For you. So have some faith, nut up, and do what I’ve called, asked and provided for you to do.” And then I say “Ok God. But can you lay everything out before me so I can know that I know that I know, and also so everyone else can see so they’ll stop worrying about me?” And God says “No. Get back to work. I’ll do it when it’s the right time. Not when you think you need it. And did I mention you need get back to work? Sweet. Get back to work then. P.S. I love you.”

I heard something last week that I’ll take to the grave. “Sometimes those that love you have your best interests in mind. But they don’t have your destiny in mind.” I appreciate that people love me. I appreciate that they offer advice and sincerely believe that what they are suggesting is the right thing for me to do. I am thankful for these people and for their wisdom. My best interests would be to take their advice and “provide” for my family in the way the world defines provision. But God has more than my best interests in mind. He has my destiny. He wants to provide for much more than just my immediate needs. He wants to provide for my childrens, children, children through what he will bless me with. The wealth that God has in store for me is far different than any wealth I could imagine or define.

But getting to that point sucks. Because getting to that point means following God. And following God sucks. He isn’t a miracle pill that allows you to drop 50 pounds overnight. God is the lifestyle change in diet and exercise that exceeds far beyond any “get skinny fast” or “get rich quick” formula out there. God is all about intention. He’s all about follow through, checks and balances, making sure things are done right. Give a dog a bone he’ll eat for the day. But teach him how to kill then he’ll never go hungry. God is teaching me how to kill.

When I look back on this time of hardship in my life, this time of not knowing where or how we’re going to live, not knowing when my next paycheck is going to come, or in what amount, and I want to look back and say “I did that well. I may have had my moments of frustration, doubt, anger, despair and hurt. But they were just that. Moments. They weren’t hours, or days, or weeks. They didn’t define me. My faith defined me. My trust in God, that he would do the things he promised me, defined me.” I want to look back on this time in my life and say that like labor before birth, it was the most difficult thing I’ve been through, but now I have the joy of this new birth, this new creation, a new me, a different set of circumstances and had I not gone through those labor pains, it wouldn’t mean as much now. I want to use this as part of my testimony. I want my family and friends to come to me and say “I’m going through the storm. How did you get through it?”, and I want to be able to answer them with conviction and experience, not with a bible verse or a wise thought from someone smarter than me. I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I’m getting to know God in ways I never thought I would. As my provider, as my rock, as my all. At any point in the last 33 years I could have said those things, things like “god is my provider”, but I wouldn’t have known what the hell I was talking about. You can’t know God as a healer until something is truly wrong with you. You can’t know God as a provider until you have nothing else left to offer. You can’t know God as a lover and comforter until you feel like everyone and everything around you is pressing down on you, and God is one that comes by and shoulders the load. You can’t know God until you know you need him.

Following God sucks. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

To end, I want to quote C.S. Lewis, who in 3 sentences said what I took 1500 words to do so, and said it better. “I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel real comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity”.

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Friday, December 24, 2010
The 2010 Annual BorbAwards (That headline is supposed be unintelligent sounding, btw)

Every year around this time (for the last 3 years actually, not every year) I blog about the year that was. So without further ado, here it is:

Favorite Movies of 2010:
Tron Legacy
The Book of Eli
MacGruber (Yup, I said it)
The A-Team
Knight and Day
Get Him to the Greek
The Other Guys
The Town
The Social Network
Due Date
The Fighter
Tron: Legacy

Least Favorite Movies of 2010:
True Grit
Alice in Wonderland
Gentleman Broncos
Nightmare on Elm Street
Shrek Forever After
Dinner for Schmucks
The American
Iron Man 2

Movies I didn't care about either way:
The Expendables
Casino Jack
Cop Out
The Wolfman
Edge of Darkness
Shutter Island
Brooklyn's Finest
Clash of the Titans

Movies you'd expect me to have watched, but I skipped because I knew they'd suck:
Little Fockers
Prince of Persia: Sand of Time
Repo Men
Robin Hood
Wall Street 2
Gulliver's Travels

Movies from 2010 that I am still looking forward to seeing:
It's Kind of a Funny Story

Movies from 2010 that I downloaded but never watched:
Grown Ups
The Lovely Bones
The Messenger
Green Zone
The Losers

Movies everyone else seemed to like but I didn't.
Toy Story 3

Best albums of 2010:
Underworld: Barking
The Chemical Brothers: Further
Mumford and Sons: Sigh No More
The Temper Trap: Conditions (Released in 2009 but no one knew about it)
Jimmy Eat World: Invented
Deftones: Diamond Eyes
Deadmau5: 4x4=12
Faithless: The Dance
Tiesto: Kaleidoscope
Bonobo: Black Sands
John Mayer: Battle Studies
Tron Legacy Soundtrack
Kings of Leon: Come Around Sundown

Worst Album of 2010:
Linkin Park: A Thousand Suns

Album that was supposed to come out in 2010 that will never see the light of day:
Limp Bizkit: The Gold Cobra

Best Songs of 2010:
Linkin Park - The Catalyst (This song gave me such HIGH hopes for the album)
Underworld - Always Loved a Film, Scribble, Diamond Jigsaw
Daft Punk: The Game Has Changed
Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man, White Blank Page
Deadmau5 - Sofi Needs a Ladder
John Mayer - Heartbreak Warfare
Temper Trap - Fader
Phoenix - 1901
Kings of Leon - The End
Dr. Dre - Kush
Kanye West - Lost in the World
Michael Jackson - Hold My Hand
Newsboys - Born Again
John Legend- Hard Times
Jamie Foxx - Winner
MGMT - Electric Feel (Justice Remix)

Best Video Games of 2010:
Fallout: New Vegas
DJ Hero: 2
Red Dead Redemption
Bioshock 2
Mass Effect 2
Words With Friends

Video Game I desperately wanted to be better and longer, but didn't necessarily suck:
The Force Unleashed

Video Game people loved that I could not stand:
Alan Wake

Game I bought because everyone else did but I'm not a huge fan of and didn't care for either way:
Call of Duty: Black Ops

Game I bought that no one else did but didn't end up caring either way for it:
The Saboteur

Favorite iPhone Apps:
Hey Tell
Inception Dream App

Favorite Preaching Experience:
One Life Church - 2nd Sunday of Advent

Last year I ran 280 miles from May through December:
This year I ran about 10

Favorite Purchase of 2010:
iPhone 4 from Radio Shack for $63

Least Favorite Purchase of 2010:
Nicki's Knee Surgery
Nicki's Mouth Surgery

Most Surprising Event:
Kayla freezing up on stage during her performance, considering how vocal and energetic she is.

Biggest Disappointment:
The 2010 San Francisco 49ers

Best 5 Hour Period Spent with Nicki:
Spookfest 2010 at the Cow Palace

Biggest Surprise:
Finishing the Oakland Half Marathon in 2:04 and not walking for one step

Biggest Accomplishment:
Graduating College with a Double Major

Biggest Mystery:
What exactly I'm supposed to do with that degree
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Thursday, August 05, 2010
Welcome Home Grandma

The past few days have been extremely emotional. Maybe the most of my life, but I can't be sure. It's 11:48pm on Wednesday, August 4th, 2010. When I began writing this at 11:44, my grandmother was still alive. As of 11:47, she was not. Obviously I could not have known she was going to meet the Lord during the middle of writing this, but I feel like it is serendipitous. How can it be serendipitous? Because my grandmother is no longer in any pain, nor is she in the run-down, worn-out body that had been keeping her soul prisoner for the last year. She is now home with Jesus Christ, and is able to see her daughter Sharon, along with many other family and friends. I even changed the title of this note to reflect the fact that she is now gone, instead of the original title it had.

When I started to write this, with the underlying thought being that she was still here, in that hospital bed, I wanted to explain how interesting/difficult it's been for me to have seen her in that hospital bed, in that 80 year-old body and then coming home to see my two daughters, just beginning their lives. It was hard for me to imagine that my grandmother was just as bright eyed and full of the wonder that a toddler is, seeing her in the state she was in. It's really been the foremost thought on my mind, the dichotomy between her life and the life of my daughters.

On the 4th of July I spent a couple hours at her house. She was brittle and ravaged with cancer, but she was still able to hold a conversation with me and give me some sound advice. When I found out Monday that she had a debilitating stroke and was now in a coma in the hospital, I struggled mightily with the thought of going to see her like that or not. For 8 hours, I was set against it. I didn't want my 4th of July memory to be tainted by seeing her in such bad shape. But around midnight, I had the tiniest of inklings to see her, so I hopped in the car and drove to Fremont. I arrived around 2am, and spent the next two hours holding her hand. When I left, I thanked her for the woman she was, how she enriched my life, how I hoped that my two daughters would grow up some day to be like her, and then I told her to "go home".

I am glad I went. Despite how difficult it was seeing her like that, and knowing that those images will never leave me, I honestly believe she knew that I was there, and that we made a connection, if ever so brief.

I don't feel pain or sorrow for the fact that she is gone, despite the fact that I will miss her, and always remember the way she said "yes", and her laugh. I know without a shadow of a doubt that she is with God and no longer in pain. I know the minute she took her last breath on Earth, she opened her eyes for the first time in heaven. In some ways, I'm kind of jealous of that. But I will happily wait my turn.

Joy Borba was a giving, loving and wonderful woman of God. Her life was marked by serving Him, and she tried her best every day to emulate Him. There aren't a lot of people in this world who can give such sound advice, despite it being the kind of advice you might not want to hear, but do it in such a manner that you know it's coming from the most true parts of her heart, and therefore ultimately sound advice, because in the truest parts of her heart, she was like Christ.

I consider myself fortunate for having had her as my Grandmother for 32 years. She was always available when I needed her, and she was, true to her name, full of Joy.

I am so grateful for the memories I have of her. None more wonderful than her holding my two daughters in her arms when they were born. My prayer now is that grow up to be like her.

I love you Grandma.
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Everyone has an a.c.r.o.s.t.i.c.

I'm nearing the end of my time at school. I have one more semester to go, and I am READY to get back out into the real world. School has been great, and taught me a lot, but as a 32 year old, there comes a point where you've basically learned all you're going to learn regarding what you're studying for (I'll learn PLENTY more when I start working in the field), and you just want to be done with it all.

Anyway, one thing I've noticed, is that every teacher and speaker seem to have one thing in common. They've all come up with some sort of cool a.c.r.o.s.t.i.c. I think if I was given a dollar for every acrostic I've been taught over the last 3 years, I'd have well over 100 dollars. Since when was the popular way to teach someone something, by narrowing it down to a word for which every letter stands for something? I totally get the purpose, and I realize it helps to have an acrostic for studying, but how am I supposed to keep track of all of these?

I remember trying to create a fun acrostic for RICKY. I think it was Radical, Inquisitive, Caring, Kind, Yeller. But that was back in the day. Back before our attention spans were less than that of a gnat.

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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Here are some things I'd like to know. (Without having to look them up on le' google)

I'd like to know why we get the urge to urinate when warm or water touches our hands. This makes absolutely no sense to me. Actually, to be honest, I'm not sure if this is true for females. But, it certainly is for us guys. Is there a nerve that goes from our hands to our bladder?

Flies. I don't understand their purpose. Most insects, plants, animals, laundromats and the like have a purpose. But really, on your own accord, can you think of one single positive thing the fly does? No, you cannot.

That's it for now. This post was actually intended to test the new blogger.com system and to see if my website was configured correctly. Thanks for playing.
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Monday, January 04, 2010

Here's my favorites of 2009. I like to do my list a few days after the new year, because I'm an egomaniac and think more people will read it than if I did it on January 1st like everyone else. So, without further ado, here is MY list of everything 2009:


Favorite Movies of 2009:
Up In The Air
District 9
The Soloist
Star Trek
The Hangover
Funny People
Inglorious Bastards
I Love You, Man

Least Favorite Movies of 2009:
Halloween II
Transformers 2
Drag Me to Hell
Bruno (Couldn't even finish watching this actually)
Observe and Report

Favorite Movie of 2009:
Tie between District 9 and Up In the Air (but if you put a gun to my head, I'd probably pick District 9)

Least Favorite Movie of 2009:
Halloween II

Movie I'd Like to Kick in the Nuts if it had Genitals:
Transformers II

Movie I Saw That's Going to Win a Ton of Awards But I Didn't Care For Very Much:
The Hurt Locker

Movie I Liked that Completely Ruins my Credibility:
G.I. Joe

Movies I Didn't Care For That Much Despite Seemingly Everyone Else Liking Them:
The Ugly Truth
Public Enemies
The Orphan
Paranormal Activity

Movies I Liked That Other People Seemingly Didn't Like:
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Terminator Salvation

Movie I Liked the First Half of but Hated the Last Half:
The Invention of Lying

Movie I Don't Want People to Know I Loved:
Crank 2: High Voltage

Movie That Made Me Very Uncomfortable Watching:
Last House on the Left

Movies from 2009 I am Really Eager to See Still:
The Informant!
The Men Who Stare at Goats
Fantastic Mr. Fox

Movie I Don't Need to See to Know it Totally Sucks:
Twilight: New Moon


Favorite Albums of the 2009:
The Prodigy - Invaders Must Die
Editors - In This Light and on This Evening
John Mayer - Battle Studies
Air - Love 2
Tiesto - Kaleidoscope
Muse - The Resistance

Favorite Songs of 2009:
The Prodigy - Take Me to the Hospital
Editors - Papillon (yes, spelled like that) and Bricks and Mortar
Snoop Dogg - I Wanna Rock
VAST - I Know How to Love
Chevelle - Sleep Apnea
Pink - Sober
Dead Confederate - The Rat
Death Cab for Cutie - Cath
Tiesto featuring Nelly Furtado - Who Wants to Be Alone
Imogen Heap - Canvas [Mark Eteson Re-Paint]
U2 - Magnificent
Silversun Pickups - Panic Switch
The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight
Soliquid - Music is for Rich People
Pendragon - Indigo

Favorite Song I Listened to in 2009 That I Think Came out in 2008:
Jamie Foxx - Blame It

Favorite 2 Songs From 2008 That I Listened to in Africa in 2009:
Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes
Hillsong - You'll Come

Person I'm Glad Did Not Make Music in 2009:
Amy Winehouse

Album from 2009 that did not Live up to the Hype of 12 Years in Production:
Guns n’ Roses - Chinese Democracy


Favorite Blu-Ray:
Star Trek (SO MUCH bonus stuff)

Best Website for Making a Music Station that Plays Only What I Like:

Favorite Video Games of 2009:
Shadow Complex
Fifa '10
Fight Night Round 4
Rock Band 2
Batman: Arkham Asylum
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
Resident Evil 5
DJ Hero
Street Fighter IV

Favorite Video Game of 2009:
Tie between Shadow Complex and Fifa ‘10

Favorite New Gadget of 2009:
iPhone 3GS

Favorite Apps for iPhone:
I Am T-Pain
ESPN ScoreCenter
Chase Banking App


Worst Preaching Experience of 2009:
Roseville First Presbyterian because I forgot my notes

Favorite Preaching Experience of 2009:
Preaching at the Destitute Camp in Africa, which is home to all of the lepers, blind, lame, mute, deaf, handicapped and otherwise underprivileged. (And to be underprivileged in Africa is COMPLETELY different than being underprivileged here.) A man named Justin accepted Christ after I preached a sermon on Matthew 5, and that might just be my most treasured experience of my life, next to the birth of my children.

Favorite Pair of New Shoes in 2009:
Sketchers Citywalk Midnite (Color Black)

Approximate # of Miles Ran from May to December:

Pounds Lost in 2009:

Favorite Purchase of 2009:
Samsung 42' Plasma TV for the Bedroom

TV Show That Should Have Sucked Based on Recent History, But Totally Doesn't:
Star Wars: The Clone Wars


Best Thing that Happened to me in 2009:
Going to Africa for a Month

Thing (non-person) I Missed the Most While There:
Music (I didn't bring an mp3 player or radio. On purpose)

People I Missed the Most:

Favorite Person I Met in Africa Over the Age of 3:
Rashidi Nyasinde

Favorite Person I Met in Africa:
Ephram (Doto)

Scariest Moment In Africa:
On the safari when we went off-course and tried climbing a hill in the Land Rover. I should have fallen off the roof, and the Land Rover should have tipped backwards, landing on me. There is no reason other than God as to why this didn’t happen.

Favorite Place to Eat While in Africa:

Thing I Can Still Imagine if I Close my Eyes and Think About:
Feeling the tops of all of the little kids heads as we walked. I would put my hand on their heads and pray for them, and I can still remember exactly how they're hair and heads feel. Coming in a close second is the smell of the village we stayed in. It’s not a bad smell at all, just very unique.

Thing I Learned Most While In Africa:
That God is not just my God, or the God of Lincoln, CA. He truly is the God of the universe. That, and I had no idea how good I have it living here in California, with a roof over my head, food on my plate 3 times a day, adequate medical coverage, education, family and friends.

Favorite Single Experience in Africa:
Helping Doto get the help he needed when he had malaria. A close second would be every time we did a kids club in Kamala.


Biggest Thing I Learned in 2009:
Despite being in college and studying to be a pastor, I have no idea what I want to do with that when I graduate in December.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I do most of my blogging on Facbeook now. I don't know what I'll be doing with BorbaFett.net in the future, but since I use it for so many things besides blogging, the actual website isn't going anywhere. So if you have a Facebook account, look me up and add me. You can add by name (of which I'm still the only "Ricky Borba") on Facebook, or you can look up by email address, ricky@borbafett.net

Anyway, the reason for this post is because I'll be leaving for Africa on Sunday. I'll be gone 25 days. I do plan on writing about my experience on this blog once I return, along with some videos and pictures. So please keep myself and my family in your prayers! That we'll all be safe and stuff like that.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
My First Ever Sermon. (I call it the "Ummmm/Uhhhhh" sermon)

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Wednesday, April 01, 2009
If Star Wars was set in Dallas...

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Monday, March 30, 2009
Observations at 7:54AM on Monday March 30th, 2009

1. VAST is definitely my second favorite band. I'm not sure who was number 2 before I listened to their latest album, but they took over.

2. I'm in a really good mood today. Today is my favorite.

3. I love it when Kayla comes into bed with us at 3am. Even though it interrupts my sleep, it's my favorite.

4. I bought two mini-composition notebooks yesterday. One for my pocket and one for my nightstand, so when I come up with incredible ideas I can write them down on the spot. Three days ago I came up with the cure for gout, but forgot to write it down and couldn't remember later. But my mini composition notebooks are my favorite.

5. It's really windy up here. The past 2 days have reminded me of Chicago, even though I've never been to Chicago. Chicago is my favorite though.

6. I have not studied for this quiz I'm about to take in Western Civ II right now. Studying is my favorite thing to do.

7. For having only slept 6 hours I have surprisingly high energy levels. Having energy is MY FAVORITE.

8. Is there anything better than listening to 80's and 90's rap mixes while you drive to school in the morning? 80's and 90's rap in the morning is my favorite.
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Things I know about myself.

I probably shouldn't be writing this right now because I'm upset. But writing is therapeutic for me, so here goes. I just need to write this stuff down to make myself feel better about myself, as lame and stupid as that may sound.

I know I'm lazy. But I make up for it by working hard at the really important things in life.

I know I haven't been the best husband, father, son, brother, cousin, friend in my life. But I make up for it by loving the best way I know how, with everything that I have inside of me.

I know I don't always walk my talk. But I make up for it by at least trying, every day.

I know I don't own a lot of things. But I'd still be willing to give you the shirt off my back if you needed it.

I know I have a big mouth sometimes. But I make up for it by admitting I was wrong, asking for forgiveness and trying to learn from it.

I know I'm 31 and didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do with my life until last year. But I made up for it by never compromising what was important to me or forgetting what my true passions and desires are.

I know I come off as "black and white" sometimes. But I make up for it by doing my homework and sincerely believing in what I believe in with all of my heart.

I know I don't have a lot of time these days to give my true friends the time I'd like to. But I make up for it by letting them know all the time how much I love and appreciate their friendship.

I know I might come off as too care-free. But I make up for it by caring about a great many things.

I know I'm someone that isn't worth a damn to some people. But I make up for it by being valuable to everyone else I have a relationship with.

I know I come off as having strong opinions about my faith and how I let that guide my paths. But I make up for it by being sincere about it, and unwilling to change for anyone just to make them happy.

I know I'm not in the best shape. But I make up for it by spending quality time with my family, friends and children, enjoying everything life has to offer.

I know that I don't always know what I'm doing or where I'm going. But I make up for it by knowing how to get back on the path when I veer off of it.

I know I might not be someone that everyone wants to be around or converse with. But I make up for it by never allowing that to be the reason I stop caring about them.

I know I say things that might come off as hurtful sometimes. But I make up for it by knowing that it comes from a good place that was only intended to help you grow.

I know I'm selfish sometimes. But I make up for it by putting others first 99.9% of the time.

I know I might not get out of my comfort bubble that often. But I make up for it by participating in something that is greater than myself.

I know I struggle with letting my anger get the best of me sometimes. But I make up for it by not letting that happen very often.

I know I am a walking contradiction sometimes. But I make up for it by not allowing that to be a regular occurrence.

I know I'm human. But I make up for it by never forgetting that.
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
I just don't want to be one of those bloggers that blogs for the sake of blogging. (If only I could have used the word "blogged" in that sentence, I would have used every form of the word "blog".)

For some reason, I feel like I'm suffering from creative writers block. I used to come up with 2 or 3 weird/creative/insightful things a day to blog about, and now I feel like I haven't had one of those inkling's in months. I really do contribute it to the fact that I am writing papers all the time for school. I have been concentrating on studying, working at school after school and then being "daddy" when I get home. So, the point is, is that I don't feel very creative or weirdly minded the past couple months. I'm also trying to raise money for my trip to Africa, make sure I remain balanced in my husbandly/fatherly/studently roles, and get in better shape too.

So I'm sorry for the lack of updates on borbafett.net. I enjoy blogging, and I enjoy knowing there's a few of you out there who enjoy reading my meanderings.

I guess one thing I have been thinking about since Friday morning when one of my professors asked it in class, is "If I could sit down with anyone in this world, living, who would I want to and why?" In class off the top of my head I answered "Steven Spielberg to talk about film", but that's a lame answer and I'm not even sure I believe myself. The thing is, I don't have a clue who I'd like to sit down and rap with. The easy answer is to say someone like Barack Obama or Kim Jong Il, but I don't care about politics and I'm not impressed with world leaders. I've also got to meet my fair share of celebrities and athletes in my life, so I can't think of any one of them either. There's probably someone that once I think of them I'll think to myself "DUH, I can't believe I didn't think of them immediately." But remember, the question is "living" person.

I hate to sound like my father, but if I hear my girls say "daddy" one more time today, I'm going to change my name.
posted by Ricky @ 8:18 PM   1 comments
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Excuse me, do you know which way the weight room is?

I'm 31. I see pictures of me at 21 and I cry. I see pictures of me from 6 months ago, and I think, Man, I was doing good for a while with the eating of the healthy and the exercising of the body. So now, on February 19th, 2009, I weigh a thick 168.5 pounds. I know, to some, that doesn't seem like much, but to me, it's out of hand. I weighed 174.5 when I moved to Lincoln last January, and got down to 159 last year just by eating healthier and running/biking. Now I'm back up to 168.5, and I'm not happy about it.

I can't complain though. (Even though I am kinda, huh.) My diet for the last couple months has consisted of about 4 gallons of soda per week, a lot of chocolate, doritios, pasta and pizza. Add the fact that I quit exercising, cold turkey, and you've got yourself a recipe for a nice little weight gain. I had deceived myself that I was looking pretty good, until Nicki got that damned 10.2 megapixel Nikon camera and took a few pictures of me. I looked at them and said "I think your camera is broken." And she said "You can't compare yourself to 10 years ago". Then I said, "Oh yes I damn well can." And she said, "You're still hot". And then I said "Honey I look like I ate a hobbit". And then she said "Oh, that reminds me, your mother called".

My point is, after seeing myself in those 10.2 megapixel pictures, I realized that while I am definitely not "fat", I am positively out of shape and soft around the edges. Lets face it people, I'm lazy when it comes to my body. So....

Yesterday I ran 3 miles, then did some crunches, then rode another 8 miles on the bike. I felt good. So I decided to keep that up. Not only that, but on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays, I'm going to go to my friend Justin's house and pump iron with him. My goal is to lose 15 pounds by the time I leave for Africa on May 17th. Almost exactly 3 months from yesterday. The reason I'm posting about it, is many:

1. When people see me, I want people to ask me how my workouts are going.
2. I want to look better in pictures.
3. I have sweet hair.

Reasons I feel like this time I'll be able to follow through this time:
1. I posted about it and now you're all aware of the fact that I'm trying to get in shape.
2. I do feel a sense of "my body is getting older and I need to start taking better care of it".
3. I have two precious baby girls that I'd like to be with for as long as possible.
4. Jackson Perdue did it, and he can't one-up me.

Reasons I feel like I won't follow through with it:
1. My schedule. With school, work, homework and daddy duty, I could see myself getting burned out.
2. I've never followed through before.
3. Pepsi is going to use real sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup in Mountain Dew from March to June, and they said it will taste even better.
4. I have sweet hair.

So that's it. The gauntlet has been thrown down. I've got a workout calendar, a workout buddy and some super sweet workout gloves. As of right now, I'm pretty pumped. (Pun intended). If things work out (again, pun intended), I'll post my before and after pictures in May. I'd post them now, but if I end up not making it through, I would have posted a hideously ugly and unflattering picture in vain.
posted by Ricky @ 4:05 PM   6 comments
Monday, February 16, 2009
Dear Waitress at Tahoe Joes, I'm not sure I liked your tone...

Tonight Nicki and I went out to dinner with some friends of ours from the bay area, that are contemplating moving to Lincoln/Roseville. Nicki and I had spent the entire day cleaning, so by the time they arrived at 5pm, it was a welcome break. After chatting for a bit in our house, we all piled in the car and headed to "Tahoe Joes" (because the Cheesecake there is better than making love to my wife while simultaneously winning the lottery as Tony Bennett seranades us). After having some more chit chat, TJ informed us that Sandy's work was paying for the dinner, as part of their effor to woo her and TJ out to Roseville. (Her work gave her the company credit card for the weekend and told her to eat, drink and be merry). After hearing the wonderful news that dinner at an expensive restaurant was going to be free, I proceeded to order the most expensive item on the menu. Seriously. It's called the Tahoe T-Bone, and it's half New York Strip and half Filet Mignon. (I didn't know such deliciousness was even possible, but apparently some scientists figured out how to have two completely different steaks on the same cut, separated by a bone).

Fast forward to about 3/4 of the way through the meal, and I'm cutting one of the last bites of New York Strip from the bone. I dip it in ranch dressing (because really, who doesn't dip their steak in ranch?) and proceed to bite down on what I assumed was going to be a tender, juicy morsel of steak. What I got instead was a shard of bone stuck to the roof of my mouth, in-between upper anterior numbers 10 and 11. Instant blood, and it hurt. So I think I yelped in some sort of sissy manner, then grabbed the cloth napkin on my lap and began to treat the wound. Just then, the waiter came by, so I took the white, blood-stained napkin out of my mouth and asked him for some warm salt water, so I could take it to the bathroom and gargle with it. He looked perplexed, so I explained that thanks to the Tahoe T-Bone, I had an open wound in my mouth and it needed treatment immediately before I would die from dysentery. Moments later, he brought out a piping-hot, calistoga hot springsesque glass of salt water.

I got up, holding my volcanic temperatured glass of salt water, burning my hands deeper with each passing second, and headed toward the bathroom. As I turned the corner, a waitress whom I could only imagine had been watching me carry the glass from my table, literally jumped in front of me and said: "Where are you going with that?" (Raise your inflection on "going", as to make it seem like I was mentally retarded in the way you ask). I had to stop, swallow the blood saliva that I was planning on spitting out once I got to the bathroom, and reply with "I took a bite of steak and a shard of bone got stuck on the roof of my mouth. I'm going to go rinse with this now". To which she replied, "Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm sooooo sorry!".

As I rinsed and spit in the bathroom, I started thinking about what exactly she may have thought I was going to do with that scalding hot glass of salt water. I guess it was a fair question, but I didn't understand why she asked me in the manner she did. It's not like I was shirtless, carrying a dead squirrel to the bathroom.

posted by Ricky @ 9:49 PM   0 comments
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