IN THE LONG RUN

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276438702024-03-07T23:45:41.752-07:00IN THE LONG RUNMusings and Contemplations on Matters of (Some) ConsequenceCyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1167888543314430152007-01-03T22:28:00.000-07:002007-01-03T22:50:37.246-07:00

Cyppy's Results:You are The FlashFast, athletic and flirtatious.The Flash 85%Spider-Man 60%Wonder Woman 58%Supergirl 58%Green Lantern 55%Superman 55%Robin 45%Iron Man 45%Hulk 30%Catwoman 20%Batman 10%

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How do you BOSU?

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Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1157296315016485872006-09-03T08:11:00.000-07:002006-09-03T08:11:55.036-07:00Nielsen Nuisance

I was indignant when I saw the packet in the mailbox. “What?! They are not even asking us if we will participate? They are demanding?!” I marched into the house, and self-righteously showed my husband the Nielsen TV ratings packet. “Look at this. Just because we’ve done it before…how many times…two….three? They think we are now beholden to complete their survey whenever they feel like

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1156738065628301172006-08-27T21:06:00.000-07:002006-09-01T08:56:50.850-07:00Celtic Knot

My son recently returned from a band trip to Scotland. He brought home frustrating tales of the travel snafus they encountered, a lot of pictures of castles, and even some souvenirs for the family.I was delighted when he presented me with a silver Celtic knot necklace. It is delicate and charming in its simplicity. The necklace case included this short note of explanation:“The designs are

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1156563936679633042006-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:002006-08-25T20:45:36.693-07:00Letter to the Future

I received a letter from my childhood chum, Terry, recently. She had enclosed a folded, yellowed paper titled, “Letter to the Future.” The page contained several questions, each followed by lines for the respondent’s answers. I grinned as I recognized the scrawled answers punctuated with plentiful exclamation marks as my own, completed when I was about 13 or so. I vaguely recalled that

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1155183485584919002006-08-09T21:17:00.000-07:002006-08-09T21:18:05.603-07:00The More Things Change

A few years ago, for the first, and maybe only, time, I ran a few miles with one of my brothers. At that time, I faced a possible move away from my current hometown, and I lamented to my brother about the disruption this would cause in my life. Although I expected him to reply sympathetically, I was not really surprised when he answered, “The change would be good for your family. It would

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1154878345130746932006-08-06T08:32:00.000-07:002006-08-06T15:49:40.196-07:00Pecking Order

My son sent me this video of feeding pigeons on his Russian apartment ledge, along with this explanation:"One pigeon started asserting his dominance and basically became the "king pigeon." He would not allow the other birds to get at the rice. He used a number of tactics to try and keep the others from getting at his food, and was quite successful!A few of the good moves he had were the

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1154580810851298672006-08-02T21:52:00.000-07:002006-08-02T22:00:20.976-07:00Senioritis

I recently celebrated a birthday that is one year shy of a “landmark” birthday—one that puts a person into that wincing category of being eligible for AARP benefits. I’m sure that as a teenager, I would have described the current “me” as approaching middle-age, showing signs of senility, and a definite customer for a cemetery plot. But emotionally and physically, I don’t feel like I’m over

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1154323726548874572006-07-30T22:27:00.000-07:002006-07-30T22:28:46.563-07:00Once Upon a Mattress

I attended my husband’s family reunion this last week, and I had only one major complaint. No, it was not the obligatory family history program with stories about grandma’s quilts or great-great-grandpa’s service in the Mormon Battallion. (That was actually satisfyingly short and interesting.) It was not the stifling heat in an un-air-conditioned lodge. (Though not pleasant, it provided

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1153712331857558512006-07-23T20:37:00.000-07:002006-07-23T20:39:34.176-07:00Cougar Talk

He’s a football coaching legend at Brigham Young University, retired now, but known for his poker face and unflappable disposition whether his Cougars were crushing the opposition, or dismally losing. He mentored quarterback celebrities Jim McMahon, Steve Young, and Ty Detmer. He had only one losing season, an impressive .722 winning percentage, and won a National Championship. And now he was

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1153495872263127062006-07-21T08:30:00.000-07:002006-07-23T20:41:31.446-07:00Competitive Natures

For years people have labeled my family as “very competitive”. We accept the perceived negative connotations of this description with long-suffering, because, well, to be truthful, we ARE very competitive. Last week my married son and daughter and their spouses visited for a few days, and the opportunities to compete abounded. Ping pong grudge matches are a given in our household, and my

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1152491824276223212006-07-09T17:36:00.000-07:002006-07-09T17:37:04.293-07:00Desired Things

For many years I taught a scripture-based Seminary class to bleary-eyed high school students. The class began promptly at 6:30 AM each school day, so most of my pupils were only half-awake as I attempted to impress upon them the importance of Christian values in theory as well as practice.In one assignment, I asked the students to write their personal creeds, to put in concrete terms what they

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1152380649012009172006-07-08T10:43:00.000-07:002006-07-09T18:23:16.906-07:00The Wheel

I was not oblivious to the attention I attracted as I jauntily jogged down the path. In my right hand, I grasped a fluorescent orange handle attached to a fairly large fluorescent orange wheel, called appropriately, The Wheel. As I pushed it along by my side, it merrily clicked and ticked as its odometer counted the meters I ran. Most people peered at me curiously, trying to figure out what I

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1151883556231155152006-07-02T16:37:00.000-07:002006-07-02T17:24:34.456-07:00Stop, You Scofflaw! It's the Grammar Police!

We try to do it mainly within the walls of our own home. But occasionally it’s hard to restrain ourselves. When it happens in public, strangers and casual acquaintances look askance at us. Even though friends are a little more accepting, they still sigh, and roll their eyes. It’s a persnickety little habit that my family members and I share: we often posse up as The Grammar Police.I realize

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1151555733874477012006-06-28T21:32:00.000-07:002006-06-28T21:39:55.396-07:00Protecting Our Children

I was disturbed by an incident in Wal-Mart this morning. I was browsing through the children’s books and toddler toys, looking for a baby gift. I noticed a cute young girl, about four years old, playing with first one toy and then another. She seemed oblivious to my presence, or to anyone who walked down the aisle, and quite content to be playing alone. I waited for a mother, a babysitter,

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1151290836010923032006-06-25T19:59:00.000-07:002006-06-25T20:00:36.023-07:00Played with Relish

My friend Teri at the YMCA got me into this pickle. She sweetly inquired if I’d like to play a game with her after our Pilates class. She didn't tell me pickleball playing could become an obsessive behavior. Pickleball is a paddle, whiffle-ball, and net sport played in or outdoors on a small court. The basic rules and play have similarities to badminton, tennis and ping-pong. It is fun,

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1150903510619115282006-06-21T08:24:00.000-07:002006-06-21T08:25:10.630-07:00Happy Trails

I was a volunteer timer for a local trail run last weekend. I've helped at the finish line for several years, and always experience assorted emotions. I’m impressed, I’m inspired, and I’m even a little envious. Some of the athletes’ accomplishments are amazing. Running 100 miles straight under any circumstances is an awesome feat, but how about running 100 miles through rough, rugged

Cyppyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686254056168339364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27643870.post-1146930149838707682006-05-06T08:42:00.000-07:002006-05-06T20:04:32.220-07:00Rebirth

I'm gradually moving to this blog from another, since I've had problems with the URL of the other. Until the move is complete, please feel free to read my current postings by clicking here: IN THE LONG RUN

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