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United States4182 Posts

March 15 2006 10:25 GMT

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On March 15 2006 19:23 IntoTheWow wrote:
Except you.

ahhhh so predictable and yet he was really asking for it

decafchicken

United States19922 Posts

March 15 2006 10:32 GMT

#282

On March 15 2006 14:26 cAtAcLySmIc wrote:
haha yeah, I doubt he'll go to Michigan though, he likes the South and the West Coast schools more.

We start two-a-days in the first week of August. Our weightroom has those wooden platforms with our logo on them for squat and bench/incline/military stations and we have 12 of those.
Looks like this:

With those there are two sets of rubber plates (1 set = two 45 lbs, two 35s, two 25s, two 10s, and two 5s) and a set of metal plates (sixteenish 45 lbs, sixteenish 25s, lots of 10s, 5s, and 2 1/2s) for each station. Then we have 3 full sets of rubber dumbbells (one set = two of each of 5 lbs, 10s, etc up to I think 125) 4 leg press machines, 2 of each leg curls, leg extenstion, and hip auxilaries, 4 back and tricep auxilaries, 2 slide board things, a set of leather medicine balls (two of each from 4 - 20 kgs) a set of rubber medicine balls, and a set of handle leather medicine balls. We also have 5 machines, I don't know what they're called, but they're on the wall and you set the resistance and you can move the handle up and down and pull it away from the machine to work your core, shoulders, and chest. There are also lots and lots of yoga ball things and 4 machines to put those in to work your abs. And lastly we have 5 stretch machine things. I think that's about it.

Edit: Oh and we have lots of fans everywhere

Very nice, our weight room has 4 power clean racks, 4 squat racks, 4 benchs + racks, and 3 benches. We just got a new shipment of olympic bars/metal plates (10's, 5's, 2 1/2's) and a new set of rubber dumbells(total 3 dumbell sets) Then we have a bunch of machines nobody on the football team uses because all we do is squat/powerclean/bench/dumbell or plate workouts. We have a decent weight room, but it gets really crowded. Our football coach in the past and our new one really put emphasis on weight room, and our strength coach is an ex-marine and has the world record for 40 year old bench press. So we can get stuff when we need it.
And our two-a-days start august as well, and of course we have camp/training all summer and lifting+ agility 3 times a week on off season. Just curious, what does your team do in off season and for lifting?

Kaotu

United States986 Posts

March 15 2006 10:36 GMT

#283

On March 15 2006 19:32 decafchicken wrote:

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Before I begin my online autobiography, I want to make a disclaimer first. This online autobiography is NOT intended to be my "complete" life story. The reason why is because I have experienced SEVERAL hard knocks in my lifetime, and some of those hard knocks are absolutely sickening, disgusting and disgraceful. Therefore, it is out of my own human compassion for you that I am keeping those things OUT of my online autobiography because I don't want that stuff to enter your brain. As a matter of fact, on September 20th 2005 a judge declared that I am eligible for Social Security and Medi-Cal at the age of 32 due to a mental condition I have which I do not want to disclose here on my public Web site (because society holds several myths and preassumptions about my particular mental condition), and I am also permanently disqualified from jury duty for the rest of my life because of it. There is currently no cure for my condition, but fortunately I am able to control it with prescribed medication.

For clarity, I want to mention that all communities mentioned in my life story are located in the state of California.

Life begins with one's parents. My parents, Harold Craig Bain (nickname: "Hal") of San Jose and Marilyn Sue Bain (maiden name: "Wilcox") of San Luis Obispo first met in 1970 during a square dance at California Polytechnic State University in San Luis Obispo. They were married April 15th 1972 at the United Methodist Church on Fredericks Street in San Luis Obispo and they lived in an apartment in the Los Angeles suburb of Burbank. My mother worked as an operator for Pacific Telephone (now known as "SBC") and my father worked in the construction industry but was soon to join the Air Force.

I was born April 26th 1973 at Verdugo Hills Hospital in Glendale, located east of Burbank. Southern California's smog almost killed me at birth, and I spent the first week of my life inside an incubator.

Between 1974 and 1975 when my father joined the Air Force, we lived in San Jose, Sacramento and San Luis Obispo for brief periods of time. In 1975 when I was two years old, we moved to Space 93 of Cadena Creek Mobile Home Park in Colton where we lived until 1983. The San Bernardino-Riverside county line ran through our mobile home ... Our front yard, living room, dining room and kitchen were in San Bernardino County, but our backyard, bathrooms and bedrooms were in Riverside County!

When I was two years old, I taught myself how to read and write by watching "Sesame Street" on television and by sifting through my mother's mailorder catalogs. I was diagnosed as having an I.Q. of 185. As a child, I did a lot of reading, writing and drawing cartoons indoors, but I did not play outside very often because I couldn't stand the heat and the smog in Southern California's "Inland Empire" region.

On December 13th 1975, my brother Mike & I were baptized at First United Methodist Church in Highland, San Bernardino County. Imported water from the River Jordan was used!

My parents divorced in 1983. As per the biblical commandment "Honor thy father and mother," I will not disclose the reasons why they got divorced.

My mother got custody of my two brothers and I. We moved in with my maternal grandparents in San Luis Obispo for a year while Mama searched for an affordable mobile home in the local area. During that same year of 1983, one day, my grandmother noticed that my brother Mike & I were depressed about our parents' divorce, so she decided to cheer us up by taking us out to get ice cream at the Thrifty drugstore at Madonna Plaza. That was the day I met the store manager, Donald Lloyd Rivers, Jr. As I was served my cone of Thrifty ice cream that day, neither he nor myself had any idea that he was going to become my father-in-law 20 years later!

In 1984, Mama found and bought a mobile home in Willow Creek Country Estates on Bullock Lane in San Luis Obispo.

When I moved from the "Inland Empire" to the "Central Coast," to me it was like moving to a foreign country. During my first week of school in the fifth grade at Los Ranchos Elementary School in San Luis Obispo, some of my classmates noted that my middle name and last name spell out the first name and last name of a professional surfer from Australia. Since I was a nonsurfer who had just moved from an inland valley, they started calling me "Robert Bain" as a joke. It stuck, and the majority of my high school classmates still address me as "Robert" out of habit even though they know that my real first name is Paul.

The first time I ever stood up on a surfboard and rode an ocean wave, I knew there was no looking back at my childhood in Colton.

When I was 14-and-a-half years old, I obtained a Work Permit from a school counselor and got my first job working evenings and weekends at Taco Bell on Santa Rosa Street in San Luis Obispo. I used the money I earned to buy new clothes and music cassettes.

When I attended San Luis Obispo Senior High School with the class of 1991 between 1987 and 1990, I was a TOTAL SLACKER. You can even verify it by reviewing my transcript. My only good grades were in P.E., Spanish and typing. All my other classes were C's, D's and F's. I remember when teachers would stake out the perimeter of the high school campus 5 to 10 minutes before the end of the day's classes, to prevent students from ditching the pep rallies. And I fooled all of those teachers! When I was a freshman, I swiped a booklet of hall passes from a teacher's desk. Since my last class of the day was Spanish, I would forge a signature on a blank hall pass, I would show it to the teacher and I would say "I have to see my shrink" to prevent the teacher from marking me off as being absent from class, and then I would just slip off campus and nobody would see me! While other students were forced to go to the pep rallies whether they wanted to attend or not, I was long gone, drinking beer and smoking marijuana! And I was STILL getting good grades in Spanish, because I already knew the language!

When I was in the eleventh grade, I took the California High School Proficiency Examination and I passed it in January 1990, thus earning a certificate legally equal to a high school diploma in the state of California. Upon my receipt of this certificate, I left high school under the legal premise that California state law does not consider a student to be a "dropout" if they have passed this examination.

In 1991, I converted from the United Methodist Church to the Roman Catholic Church for reasons which I consider to be personal and private.

Throughout the 1990's, I worked for several fast food restaurants and retail outlets in San Luis Obispo and Avila Beach. I also did temporary industrial work for Kelly Temporary Services. There was one time when a truck was one day late, so I was paid $7 per hour that day to watch the O.J. Simpson trial on television in the Pismo Beach Outlet Center's lounge room!

In 1994 I lived in a Morro Bay apartment and I was saving money to move to Santa Cruz. Unfortunately, the cost of living exceeded my income, forcing me to move in with my mother until 1996 when one of my former co-workers from Kelly Temporary Services named Brad invited my then-girlfriend Erica and I to move into his mother's abandoned trailer in the Port San Luis Trailer Park on Babe Lane in Avila Beach's "Port San Luis" district. Erica and I lived there under the condition that we would do whatever Brad told us to do.

The reason for his stipulation was because it was illegal for residents of the Port San Luis Trailer Park to sublet their trailer to outsiders. Brad knew that I would only get away with living there if I was able to hide from his neighbors. In fact, there was a posted sign at the entrance to the trailer park which states: "TENANTS AND GUESTS ONLY, NO SPACES FOR RENT, NONE WILL BECOME AVAILABLE, NO WAITING LIST. Port San Luis Harbor District - California Harbors and Navigation Code, Section 6086."

To further compound the situation, Brad’s neighbors were mostly retired senior citizens who had nothing better to do than to "play detective."

Still, I couldn’t resist living with such a prime ocean view for only $150 per month.

In the past, several other trailer owners have attempted to sublet to outsiders. However, the Port San Luis Harbor District caught them every time. The giveaway was twofold: the fact that people tend to do stupid things when they drink alcohol, and an unfamiliar car in the driveway every day.

On the other hand, Brad and I didn’t drink. We smoked pot, but we did not drink. In addition, I didn’t have a car... only a bicycle and a skateboard. So I knew that Erica and I could get away with living there... that is, as long as Brad’s neighbors didn’t see us. So we moved in with Brad overnight, while his neighbors were in bed asleep, after the Harbor Patrol finished their routine midnight patrol with their headlights turned off.

The following morning, it was just another day in paradise for my new neighbors. After all, they didn’t know that Erica and I had just moved in!

Since I didn’t have a car, and since Brad knew the habits and daily patterns of his neighbors, I got away with living in the Port San Luis Trailer Park secretly and illegally for 14 MONTHS!!!

During my first few months of residence, I did one stupid thing. One day when I was hiding in some thick bushes and smoking pot near the trailer park’s entrance, I walked out onto the road when I saw Brad walking down. All of a sudden, the trailer park’s manager Glen drove UP the road and saw me coming out of the bushes to meet up with Brad! The next morning, Glen had the bushes chopped down.

Only one other resident knew that I was living with Brad. That resident was Gary. However, Brad wasn’t afraid to tell Gary about me because he trusted Gary not to tell anyone. Gary even liked the idea because it was "one more person who could watch (his) trailer while (he was) at work." Plus, Gary was a proud, out of the closet homosexual who thinks I’m cute. So there was no problem with Gary knowing I was living with Brad. One thing Brad made VERY CLEAR to Gary, however, was that "Paul has a girlfriend named Erica, so don’t make any moves on Paul."

Erica eventually moved out of the trailer because she and Brad didn't get along with each other very well.

It wasn’t long before I lost my job. However, the monthly rent was cheap enough that my unemployment insurance checks covered the rent. Of course, the Port’s secretary Kimberly was only permitted to receive rent payments from residents listed on the leases. So I would give Brad cash, he would pay Kimberly in cash, and he would bring me the receipt.

Whenever somebody came over to visit Brad, he could always hear them walking up to his door because of the loud rocks on the ground. Whenever we heard footsteps, I would hide inside the bedroom with the door shut.

Whenever a vehicle drove up into the trailer park, Brad and I knew they were coming because our trailer was the first trailer you saw when you drove up the hill. And at night, we could see their headlights 10 to 15 seconds before passing us. It is no wonder that I got away with living in the Port San Luis Trailer Park for over a year. In fact, when a resident named Tom found out years later just how long I actually got away with it, his response was "Well I’ll be darned!"

When I applied for a post office box at the Avila Beach post office, I listed my mother’s home on Bullock Lane in San Luis Obispo as my place of residence. I didn’t want the postmaster to know "9 Babe Lane, Port San Luis" out of fear that a neighbor might accidentally find out about me.

At night, Brad and I would use the trailer park’s showers before going to bed. They were the best showers in the world because the faucets were as HIGH-FLOW as a shower faucet could BE! Plus, the water heater was big enough that we could take long, long, LONG showers!

While Brad’s trailer was on the first level of the trailer park, the showers were on the second level. Every night when we walked up the stairs to take showers, Brad and I would turn around and look at the ocean view. And Brad would always ask me the same question every night: "How do you like my ocean view?"

During the last few months of my secret and illegal residency, I was hired by two different Avila Beach employers. I worked as a stockperson for Avila Grocery, and I worked as a dishwasher for a fine dining restaurant formerly located inside the San Luis Bay Inn called Stephanie’s On The Bay.

There was a trailer park resident named Jim who HATED Brad. Jim knew that Brad’s mother had abandoned her trailer, and Jim would do ANYTHING to get Brad kicked out of the trailer park. On February 13th 1997 at exactly 12:33 in the morning, I looked out my window and saw Jim cut Brad’s telephone and electrical cords with a pair of wire cutters! Brad ordered me not to report Jim to the law because it would get me kicked out if the Harbor Commissioners knew I was living there.

(However, I reported Jim one month after Brad and I were evicted from the trailer park. Jim has since been kicked out because he apparently confessed to the crime when Harbor Manager Jay Elder confronted him).

Bad times fell upon Brad and I in March 1997 when the Port’s lawyers sent him a letter telling him that he had 30 days to vacate the trailer park because they knew that his mother didn’t live there anymore.

By that time, there was already a lot of talk going around the trailer park, about "that mysterious character, that kid on the bicycle, what is he doing here, and where does he go?" (Of course, "the mysterious character on the bicycle" was ME...)

But the following day after Brad received that letter, a resident named Frances caught me hiding from her, red handed. In a matter of hours, word spread around the trailer park like lightning: "Somebody is living with Brad."

Brad’s next door neighbor Alice knocked on his door and asked him: "Is somebody living with you?" He lied, "No." She replied, "I didn’t think so. But how are you paying rent?" Again, he lied: "I’m drawing money from the bank."

On the evening before Brad & I had to leave, a resident named Wayne purchased the trailer from Brad with the legal stipulation that Wayne would assume the responsibility of removing the trailer from the lot. After making the purchase, Wayne caught me hiding from him in the back of the trailer. He said, "WELL! Who do WE have cooped up back here?"

Wayne, Brad and Gary had a loud argument out on the patio. I will not repeat their foul language here on my personal Web site.

The next day, Brad became homeless. I wasn't really "homeless" per se, but I decided at the time that I'd rather be "homeless" than be forced to abide by my mother's household rules. Still, I didn't want people who knew me in San Luis Obispo County to see me homeless, so I spent two weeks walking to Santa Cruz along Highway One. It was during my time in Santa Cruz that I met the Rev. Father Ed Holterhoff at Holy Cross Catholic Church. Father Ed is one of my favorite priests of all time.

Anyway, for nearly a year, I did not disclose my homelessness to my family. But eventually, they found out. When they did, my mother begged me to come back to San Luis Obispo, to move back in with her and to get my life back on track again.

When I moved back in with my mother, little did I realize that just a few weeks later, the Most Rev. Bishop Sylvester Ryan of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Monterey would transfer Father Ed from Holy Cross in Santa Cruz to Saint Timothy's Church in Morro Bay! How lucky I was (and still am) to have Father Ed nearby!

Also, just four days after I moved back in with my mother, the San Luis Obispo County Telegram-Tribune (now known today as "The Tribune") published a special report on the plight of the Port San Luis Trailer Park's residents! One year later, on May 15th 1999 I launched the Port San Luis Trailer Park's "Virtual Babe Lane" Web site.

The Web site was reported in several local newspapers, and many concerned citizens took notice, discovering in the process that the Port San Luis Harbor District was planning a massive Malibu-sized development project on the trailer park's property! After holding a 45-minute meeting with me, local environmental analyst Gordon Hensley of Los Osos caught a 5AM flight to San Diego to testify on my behalf against the project at a California Coastal Commission meeting! The California Coastal Commission voted 2-8 to stop the project, and it made local headline news on the front page! A few months later, County Supervisor Peg Pinard asked me to consider running for a seat on the Port San Luis Harbor Commission in the November 2000 election, so I did. Although I didn't win a seat, I received the most votes of all the inexperienced nonincumbent candidates!

Had I have won a seat on the Port San Luis Harbor Commission, I would have been forced to resign almost as soon as I would have taken office because my mother needed to be taken to the hospital. Mama's liver, kidneys and motor control were mortally destroyed due to alcohol abuse resulting from her depression over the death of my maternal grandfather the previous September. Father Ed performed last rites on her in the Intensive Care unit at my request, even though my mother was Protestant. When the last rites were performed, it was the last time I ever saw my mother smile. On March 12th 2001 in Room 215 at French Hospital in San Luis Obispo, my mother passed away. One month later, on the exact day which would have been my parents' 29th anniversary, the church where my parents' wedding took place burned to the ground due to apparent arson. These devastating tragedies have permanently changed my personality. It caused me to publicly announce that I was dropping out of politics completely and that I would never run for any public office ever again.

I would like to state, for the record, that when I was running for a seat on the Port San Luis Harbor Commission, I attended every debate but I was unable to walk precincts and meet individual voters because I was too busy juggling my day job as a pizza cook at the now-closed Kidz Play family entertainment center with "babysitting" my mother because she was always too drunk to do anything productive. I was silent about this unfortunate domestic situation whenever I was interviewed by the media during the campaign because I didn't want to embarrass my mother. However, I did call several of Mama's cousins for help and intervention when her drinking had caused her skin and eyes to become jaundiced, but it didn't work because she had a fear of doctors. To everyone who supported my election to the Port San Luis Harbor Commission, I apologize profusely for not giving my "all" to my campaign during that tragic time in my life and I apologize if I have let you down. To everyone who is disappointed in my decision to not run again, please forgive me because I am only human.

Anyway - in the summer of 2001, I used my inherited portion of my mother's unused retirement pension to purchase a mobile home. Just one week after I moved in to my new mobile home, I discovered that my high school sweetheart Melanie was my new neighbor! We hadn't seen each other for an entire decade! We knew we couldn't lose contact with each other the second time around, so I took the risk of a lifetime: I proposed marriage to Melanie, she said yes, I sold my mobile home, I used a significant portion of the money to buy 14 karat gold wedding rings with diamonds, and I moved in with Melanie. We decided to set August 16th 2003 as our wedding date because it was the Saturday following what would have been my late mother's 56th birthday. This was my way of including Mama in our wedding.

In the summer of 2002, Kidz Play closed down and filed for Chapter 7 bankruptcy. I was unemployed until May 2003 when the retail overstock/closeout chain "Tuesday Morning" moved into Kidz Play's old suite at the Marigold Center in San Luis Obispo. After having worked for 2-1/2 years in that building as a pizza cook for a locally owned family entertainment center, I decided that it would be interesting for me to work in the same building as a retail store associate for a nationwide chain based in Dallas, so I filled out an application and I got the job!

On June 7th 2003 at Santa Rosa Catholic Church in Cambria, I received the Sacrament of Confirmation from Bishop Sylvester Ryan of the Diocese of Monterey. Since Melanie was not baptized, and since my 1975 baptism was performed in a Protestant church, it was necessary for me to receive this sacrament prior to my wedding in order for my marriage to be a Catholic sacrament in itself.

On August 16th 2003, Melanie & I got married. The wedding took place at my mother-in-law's church in Morro Bay and was jointly officiated by her church's minister and by Father Ed. This ecumenical wedding allowed my mother-in-law to plan and organize the wedding at her Protestant church while allowing my marriage to be a Catholic sacrament. My mother-in-law sang Schubert's "Ave Maria" and the piano player Ron Labrie performed Paul Stookey's "Wedding Song (There Is Love)." Chapter 13 of St. Paul's first letter to the Corinthians was read aloud by Father Ed. People giggled when I let go of one of Melanie's hands to reach for a washcloth in my pocket because I was sweating so much!

All in all, the wedding and the reception went perfectly, as did the honeymoon when we stayed in Cabin #2 at the Riverside Campground in Big Sur and when we stayed in Room 4-1/2 at the San Roque Motel on upper State Street in Santa Barbara.

The summer of 2005 was rather "unsettling" for me, because I was a victim of stalking, harassment and attempted extortion by an employee of the bank where Tuesday Morning does their banking. In June, I was forced to send that bank employee a "cease and desist" letter. On August 29th, that same bank employee had enough NERVE to enter Tuesday Morning during my shift! She didn't even buy anything; all she did was just talk to people near my cash register! To me, it was her way of saying "neener, neener, neener" to me! After she left, I complained to my manager about it, and my manager told me that "she's a customer" and "we cannot ban her from the building." She further astonished me by acting indifferent to my heebie-jeebies! Consequently, due to a hostile and unfriendly environment which that bank employee has created for me at that shopping center, I decided to immediately quit my job at Tuesday Morning. The unemployment insurance office found in my favor as per "what the average reasonable person would do" under California state law.

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