What's your Sunday morning rountine?

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What do you like or do on Sunday morning? I usually start off with a walk with the dog, then get into some coffee and the Sunday paper. No TV or music. Oh, yeah, I do check out POA too. :D
 
Like it is every morning. Coffee. Then three hours later, something else.
 
Every morning has to start with two cups of Chock full O' Nuts coffee. Then Wx, POA, HVAC-Talk and Beesource.
 
currently, waffle house then the laundromat and curl up with crj700 pilot reference manual while i wait, if i don't sleep in too late then a church session after that
 
Got up at 4am to watch my game. Usual morning is not much different, up at around 5 and drink a few cups of coffee before the kids wake up. Then start on my honey do list. Today I have to remove another broken shower valve from the guest bath. Then sit on my butt until mid afternoon when I will start cooking a nice meal for everyone. I am thinking of a chicken piccata or New York style pizza.
 
mscard88 said:
Freebird solo?
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Not quite. We have two locations. I usually play at one but sometimes I'll go over to other if they're short on musicians

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Coffee, POA, browse for planes I can't afford, listen to John and Martha about something I don't recall right now

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Feed myself and the 6 YO. If it is F1 season, watch the race. Get the 6 YO interested in something (Lego's, etc.) then do some outdoor work on the RV-10 (today it was fitting one of the doors which involves the belt sander, a lot of dust, and a bunch of on/off/mark/sand/repeat). Eventually, go poke the Mrs. with a stick to see if I can get her out of bed by the crack of noon...
 
jordane93 said:
Not quite. We have two locations. I usually play at one but sometimes I'll go over to other if they're short on musicians
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I see two guitarists, which one is you? Do you sing too?

No shield for the drums? How big is your place?

I get to play bass for church about 4 times a year.
 
Justin M said:
I see two guitarists, which one is you? Do you sing too?

No shield for the drums? How big is your place?

I get to play bass for church about 4 times a year.
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The first picture is when we had a guest worship band. No singing for me! I just play. Our campus in the top picture holds about 500 expandable to about 1000. We haven't been hitting 500 people so about half the sanctuary is blocked off. We opened the campus last February. We get about 300-350 each service in that campus. We have 2 services. The bottom picture is where I mostly play. It's a smaller setting with about 150 people each service running 2 services. I usually rock this rig but swap out the Midtown for a Les Paul or Gretsch

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Get up, make a ham & cheese omelet and a cup of coffee then get ready for church.
 
Sunday morning? Huh? wazzat? I'm barely awake now.
 
Sunday mornings are my favorite time to fly. The weather does not cooperate much this time of year but when I can get out - it is a treat. Not much chatter on the radio. I enjoy the solitude.
 
It happens to be Monday morning for me, by the way, but normally:

1. Get up around six. The Bel Air opens at six and it's next door to the gym, so I can get a coffee before my workout. If I drink coffee before my workout, I get hella pumped plus I totally look Rico Suave strolling across the floor to the locker room with the coffee in my hand. Shaken, not stirred.

2. Do an hour of cardio, and then weights. I always do an hour of cardio, and weights, seven days a week, 364 days a year and that one day is Christmas when the gym is closed. Most of the Latina and Asian chicks are on to my ******** so it's pointless to work them. Although there is this one.... Oh, yeah, on the hour of cardio, this doesn't apply to Sundays, but if I'm riding more than sixty miles on the bike, usually on a Saturday, I skip the cardio. Still do the weights. Still chip a way at the girls.

3. The only next major plannned event is the burger ride. Burger Ride. Or burger run (in the car) if it's raining or too cold for my pansy azz. It's about a twenty miler. I get a Habit Burger. Lettuce wrapped. And the side Ceasar, hold the croutons please. And I talk to my Burger Girls. The Burger Girls are nice to me. They are generally out of my league, although there is this one...

4. Why couldn't this be a Saturday routine thread? If it was, I would talk about barbecue. Because Saturday is my barbecue day. I get to barbecue on Saturday. I don't generally get to barbecue on Sunday unless I plead and whine. Sunday is usually the worst day of the week for dinner.

5. Sometime in the late part of the afternoon I clean the ashes out of the Weber and stow it. They are in there from Saturday's barbecue. The neighborhood kitty cats had probably already licked the grill clean. They seem to like chicken the best.

6. There is the ceremonial packing of the gym back for Monday morning. Shoes, socks. Yeah, those socks. I know, don't hate me, they are comfortable and stylish. Pants. Dress shirt. Belt. Towel.

7. Wait. This is a Sunday MORNING thread. Well freak it. I'm going to complete the day. You might ask why I packed my work clothes in the gym bag and not my shorts and tank top I will work out in. It's because I'm wearing them. When I get up at four in the morning on a week day, all I do is put my shoes on, grab my gym bag, and go. Oh yeah, and pee too. I should edit #1.

8. I'll tell you what I did Sunday morning HERE. That was yesterday. For me. Saturday, for you. I really got hella bent on Friday night at the ex-pat pub working the Beer Girls, so I slept in until like six. Then I took a couple Motrin and went back to bed. Then I got up again, threw on some shorts and a tee shirt, and ate breakfast. I normally don't eat breakfast. I prefer to eat lunch but breakfast comes with the room and I'm going to be here for over a month. They made me an egg with some rice noodles. Actually they didn't make the egg, they just fried it.

8b. I walked nearly five miles before it got to late in the morning and blasted hot. I would have run but I was sore from running the last two days. The gym is closed for Tet (lunar new year that the Chinese claim is theirs but the Vietnamese won't have anything to do with Chinese new year so they call it something else and offset it by a day.)

8c. I got the munchies. Oink oink. I had lunch at some Vietnamese place and they gave be a big freakin' crispy fried fish (ca chien) with some veggies. You would think they are all Vietnamese places but every other restaurant in this freakin' neighborhood is a Korean barbecue. There is like ten of them in a two block radius.

8d. I normally would go to one of my two favorite ex-pat pubs where the Brits and the Aussies hang out. There aren't really many Americans here. I only know three and that includes myself. Except one is closed for Tet entirely and the other doesn't open until three. How the hell can you get f*** up at noon if the pub opens at three, other than to find an open shop that has cold Tiger beer and they are all closed. Seriously people, we're talking crisis.

Anyway, uh, yeah, so, there.
 
Wake up, drink coffee and play with kids while my wife makes breakfast, eat breakfast, get to work whether it's go to the airport and work on the plane or work around the house.
 
jordane93 said:
The first picture is when we had a guest worship band. No singing for me! I just play. Our campus in the top picture holds about 500 expandable to about 1000. We haven't been hitting 500 people so about half the sanctuary is blocked off. We opened the campus last February. We get about 300-350 each service in that campus. We have 2 services. The bottom picture is where I mostly play. It's a smaller setting with about 150 people each service running 2 services. I usually rock this rig but swap out the Midtown for a Les Paul or Gretsch

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Curious, which denomination is this?
 
Sac Arrow said:
It happens to be Monday morning for me, by the way, but normally:

1. Get up around six. The Bel Air opens at six and it's next door to the gym, so I can get a coffee before my workout. If I drink coffee before my workout, I get hella pumped plus I totally look Rico Suave strolling across the floor to the locker room with the coffee in my hand. Shaken, not stirred.

2. Do an hour of cardio, and then weights. I always do an hour of cardio, and weights, seven days a week, 364 days a year and that one day is Christmas when the gym is closed. Most of the Latina and Asian chicks are on to my ******** so it's pointless to work them. Although there is this one.... Oh, yeah, on the hour of cardio, this doesn't apply to Sundays, but if I'm riding more than sixty miles on the bike, usually on a Saturday, I skip the cardio. Still do the weights. Still chip a way at the girls.

3. The only next major plannned event is the burger ride. Burger Ride. Or burger run (in the car) if it's raining or too cold for my pansy azz. It's about a twenty miler. I get a Habit Burger. Lettuce wrapped. And the side Ceasar, hold the croutons please. And I talk to my Burger Girls. The Burger Girls are nice to me. They are generally out of my league, although there is this one...

4. Why couldn't this be a Saturday routine thread? If it was, I would talk about barbecue. Because Saturday is my barbecue day. I get to barbecue on Saturday. I don't generally get to barbecue on Sunday unless I plead and whine. Sunday is usually the worst day of the week for dinner.

5. Sometime in the late part of the afternoon I clean the ashes out of the Weber and stow it. They are in there from Saturday's barbecue. The neighborhood kitty cats had probably already licked the grill clean. They seem to like chicken the best.

6. There is the ceremonial packing of the gym back for Monday morning. Shoes, socks. Yeah, those socks. I know, don't hate me, they are comfortable and stylish. Pants. Dress shirt. Belt. Towel.

7. Wait. This is a Sunday MORNING thread. Well freak it. I'm going to complete the day. You might ask why I packed my work clothes in the gym bag and not my shorts and tank top I will work out in. It's because I'm wearing them. When I get up at four in the morning on a week day, all I do is put my shoes on, grab my gym bag, and go. Oh yeah, and pee too. I should edit #1.

8. I'll tell you what I did Sunday morning HERE. That was yesterday. For me. Saturday, for you. I really got hella bent on Friday night at the ex-pat pub working the Beer Girls, so I slept in until like six. Then I took a couple Motrin and went back to bed. Then I got up again, threw on some shorts and a tee shirt, and ate breakfast. I normally don't eat breakfast. I prefer to eat lunch but breakfast comes with the room and I'm going to be here for over a month. They made me an egg with some rice noodles. Actually they didn't make the egg, they just fried it.

8b. I walked nearly five miles before it got to late in the morning and blasted hot. I would have run but I was sore from running the last two days. The gym is closed for Tet (lunar new year that the Chinese claim is theirs but the Vietnamese won't have anything to do with Chinese new year so they call it something else and offset it by a day.)

8c. I got the munchies. Oink oink. I had lunch at some Vietnamese place and they gave be a big freakin' crispy fried fish (ca chien) with some veggies. You would think they are all Vietnamese places but every other restaurant in this freakin' neighborhood is a Korean barbecue. There is like ten of them in a two block radius.

8d. I normally would go to one of my two favorite ex-pat pubs where the Brits and the Aussies hang out. There aren't really many Americans here. I only know three and that includes myself. Except one is closed for Tet entirely and the other doesn't open until three. How the hell can you get f*** up at noon if the pub opens at three, other than to find an open shop that has cold Tiger beer and they are all closed. Seriously people, we're talking crisis.

Anyway, uh, yeah, so, there.
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Um, TMI.
 
Sac Arrow said:
It happens to be Monday morning for me, by the way, but normally:

1. Get up around six. The Bel Air opens at six and it's next door to the gym, so I can get a coffee before my workout. If I drink coffee before my workout, I get hella pumped plus I totally look Rico Suave strolling across the floor to the locker room with the coffee in my hand. Shaken, not stirred.

2. Do an hour of cardio, and then weights. I always do an hour of cardio, and weights, seven days a week, 364 days a year and that one day is Christmas when the gym is closed. Most of the Latina and Asian chicks are on to my ******** so it's pointless to work them. Although there is this one.... Oh, yeah, on the hour of cardio, this doesn't apply to Sundays, but if I'm riding more than sixty miles on the bike, usually on a Saturday, I skip the cardio. Still do the weights. Still chip a way at the girls.

3. The only next major plannned event is the burger ride. Burger Ride. Or burger run (in the car) if it's raining or too cold for my pansy azz. It's about a twenty miler. I get a Habit Burger. Lettuce wrapped. And the side Ceasar, hold the croutons please. And I talk to my Burger Girls. The Burger Girls are nice to me. They are generally out of my league, although there is this one...

4. Why couldn't this be a Saturday routine thread? If it was, I would talk about barbecue. Because Saturday is my barbecue day. I get to barbecue on Saturday. I don't generally get to barbecue on Sunday unless I plead and whine. Sunday is usually the worst day of the week for dinner.

5. Sometime in the late part of the afternoon I clean the ashes out of the Weber and stow it. They are in there from Saturday's barbecue. The neighborhood kitty cats had probably already licked the grill clean. They seem to like chicken the best.

6. There is the ceremonial packing of the gym back for Monday morning. Shoes, socks. Yeah, those socks. I know, don't hate me, they are comfortable and stylish. Pants. Dress shirt. Belt. Towel.

7. Wait. This is a Sunday MORNING thread. Well freak it. I'm going to complete the day. You might ask why I packed my work clothes in the gym bag and not my shorts and tank top I will work out in. It's because I'm wearing them. When I get up at four in the morning on a week day, all I do is put my shoes on, grab my gym bag, and go. Oh yeah, and pee too. I should edit #1.

8. I'll tell you what I did Sunday morning HERE. That was yesterday. For me. Saturday, for you. I really got hella bent on Friday night at the ex-pat pub working the Beer Girls, so I slept in until like six. Then I took a couple Motrin and went back to bed. Then I got up again, threw on some shorts and a tee shirt, and ate breakfast. I normally don't eat breakfast. I prefer to eat lunch but breakfast comes with the room and I'm going to be here for over a month. They made me an egg with some rice noodles. Actually they didn't make the egg, they just fried it.

8b. I walked nearly five miles before it got to late in the morning and blasted hot. I would have run but I was sore from running the last two days. The gym is closed for Tet (lunar new year that the Chinese claim is theirs but the Vietnamese won't have anything to do with Chinese new year so they call it something else and offset it by a day.)

8c. I got the munchies. Oink oink. I had lunch at some Vietnamese place and they gave be a big freakin' crispy fried fish (ca chien) with some veggies. You would think they are all Vietnamese places but every other restaurant in this freakin' neighborhood is a Korean barbecue. There is like ten of them in a two block radius.

8d. I normally would go to one of my two favorite ex-pat pubs where the Brits and the Aussies hang out. There aren't really many Americans here. I only know three and that includes myself. Except one is closed for Tet entirely and the other doesn't open until three. How the hell can you get f*** up at noon if the pub opens at three, other than to find an open shop that has cold Tiger beer and they are all closed. Seriously people, we're talking crisis.

Anyway, uh, yeah, so, there.
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So WTF are you Sac? 'Nam? Funny, spent a year in Korea and didn't hear of Korean BBQ over there. I ate just about everything (don't go there!) except kimchee. Never could get past the smell.
 
mscard88 said:
So WTF are you Sac? 'Nam? Funny, spent a year in Korea and didn't hear of Korean BBQ over there. I ate just about everything (don't go there!) except kimchee. Never could get past the smell.
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Yeah for the next month. There are a lot of Koreans here (they build most of the new high rise buildings) so there are a lot of Korean restaurants. The popular thing now is the table top BBQ style where you roast strips of beef over propane heaters. Vietnamese cows are skinny so they don't yield much meat, but now there is an abundance of imported beef from Australia so they all be getting they beef on.
 
Church, then lunch at Cracker Barrel, then home to let the dogs out, then my wife will sleep while I do paperwork, then church, back home where the wife and I sit together and watch a movie until she falls asleep and I wonder what will happen during the week to drive me nuts......
 
Can't answer the question precisely, but...

I watch some "fair and balanced" news shows. Then I go to a meeting of people who share my religious beliefs.

After that I'm free to go flying, think about flying, or tinker with things that fly.

Often a movie, massage, or manicure get thrown in to the mix, just to shake things up a bit.
 
Feed the zoo around 5, crawl back into bed. Crash for a few more hours then head to the airport. I try and catch up with the guys for breakfast some where close by, it gets the oil pumping in the plane.

Head back home to greet my Bride just getting up. We run errands, hang out, catch a movie sometimes or just be bums. Consulting gig is done so it's back to retirement and enjoying an open schedule.
 
Wake up, shower, shave, church, Sunday dinner, then whatever feels right at the time. Usually either NFL, flying the 182, flying RC, or lounging around.
 
Sleep in until 6:45, get up and make the family pancakes and bacon. I've been doing it so long that it's a tradition my 14yr old daughter looks forward to every week[1], and then off to early service. After church, figure out what we want to do for the afternoon.

[1] She really doesn't like it on the rare Sunday we can't do the pancakes and bacon.
 
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