Just got promoted to Head Coach at my "other" job. Yes, I've been Head Coach at my regular job for some time, but at the "other" one I had to actually earn it.
I'm going to celebrate by eating a donut this morning.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Send me a bill, Drs
Had one of the most wicked dream I've ever had last night. I'm riding my bike (in my dream I'm race shape and fit) down Country Club Rd when I get hit from behind by a Camry.
Stay with me here.
My body is split cleanly in two, with a top half and bottom half. The POSS2 were laughing, but upside down in the trailer behind my bike. My bike ended up on the golf course, and two golfers were angry that we were on the course.
It took me longer than I wanted to drag myself to my legs, which then started kicking me as I approached. This took too long for the golfers, evidently, so they started hitting golf balls at the kids.
Reanie told them, "No. You stop it." Buddy kept picking up the balls and taking them back to the golfers who would then hit them back at us.
Meanwhile, I'm stressing out because my middle hurts, I need to get the kids back in the trailer, because I'm nervous about Noah, who was riding ahead of us, reaching the intersection of the highway by himself.
So, I get everything upright, but I'm having trouble hammering to catch him because my alignment of upper and lower body keeps coming askew. We do finally catch Noah, who is at the coffee shop near the intersectionn of Country Club and 377. He's on his cell phone with Mama, and she asked if we'd stop and get milk and tampons if it wasnt' too much trouble.
After going to the store and getting an earful from the manager about me getting the floor bloody, Noah and I raced home. He beat me, but it had more to do with me having to go gentle around the corners so Reanie and Buddy wouldn't spill their cappuccinos.
Then Reanie kicked me in the stomach (really) and I woke up to see that the alarm was about to go off, and that was it.
Well, I think I have a little better understanding of why I haven't been riding even though I'm healed up. I've felt safe on the track. I even felt safe in the craziness of the start of the Aledo race, even as I locked it up behind a crash. Felt safe riding with Glen. But I just can't go out by myself and ride.
Stay with me here.
My body is split cleanly in two, with a top half and bottom half. The POSS2 were laughing, but upside down in the trailer behind my bike. My bike ended up on the golf course, and two golfers were angry that we were on the course.
It took me longer than I wanted to drag myself to my legs, which then started kicking me as I approached. This took too long for the golfers, evidently, so they started hitting golf balls at the kids.
Reanie told them, "No. You stop it." Buddy kept picking up the balls and taking them back to the golfers who would then hit them back at us.
Meanwhile, I'm stressing out because my middle hurts, I need to get the kids back in the trailer, because I'm nervous about Noah, who was riding ahead of us, reaching the intersection of the highway by himself.
So, I get everything upright, but I'm having trouble hammering to catch him because my alignment of upper and lower body keeps coming askew. We do finally catch Noah, who is at the coffee shop near the intersectionn of Country Club and 377. He's on his cell phone with Mama, and she asked if we'd stop and get milk and tampons if it wasnt' too much trouble.
After going to the store and getting an earful from the manager about me getting the floor bloody, Noah and I raced home. He beat me, but it had more to do with me having to go gentle around the corners so Reanie and Buddy wouldn't spill their cappuccinos.
Then Reanie kicked me in the stomach (really) and I woke up to see that the alarm was about to go off, and that was it.
Well, I think I have a little better understanding of why I haven't been riding even though I'm healed up. I've felt safe on the track. I even felt safe in the craziness of the start of the Aledo race, even as I locked it up behind a crash. Felt safe riding with Glen. But I just can't go out by myself and ride.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Whew!
The last time I raced a road bike was on September 12, 2004...until today. It wasn't pretty, but I finished. Because so many people quit, my placing might even look decent on a resumé. I also doubled the mileage on the odometer of my cycling computer with this ride. I'm going to celebrate by eating a carrot cake.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Is two years long enough to master a language?
I'm taking the POSS2 to school. We're sitting at a stop light when a truck pulling a boat rolls up along side us. I look over and say, "Look, Buddy...a boat!" He doesn't look up, but still says (with a beaner accent, no less), "No. It's a ship."
"No, Buddy, that's a boat." And I wonder why he'd start in with this and be confused with boats and ships. In the few seconds that I contemplated it, I figured it had something to do with the barge he saw in TN (pictured below a couple days ago).
Then he says, "Ship...baaah aaahhhahh."
There's probably special classes for him or me, right?
"No, Buddy, that's a boat." And I wonder why he'd start in with this and be confused with boats and ships. In the few seconds that I contemplated it, I figured it had something to do with the barge he saw in TN (pictured below a couple days ago).
Then he says, "Ship...baaah aaahhhahh."
There's probably special classes for him or me, right?
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Wean Yourself From This, ROFM
Baylor University had a pretty darn good year in 1980. The undefeated Southwest Conference Champions handed tu a shutout which hasn't been done to them since (I believe). They jumped all over Texas A&M at Kyle Field (that was a rainy day, wasn't it?). And they bounced back after a tough week to throttle Arkansas on national TV...good times.
ROFM was a lineman. An all guts, no glory type of guy. A team player to the core.
Coach Grant Teaff said of that team, "They had good leadership, cohesiveness and a chemistry that bound them all together." From experience, I can tell you that ROFM definitely learned something from his days at Baylor. And if Coach Teaff had access to the inner-workings of GSTz, he'd recognize that the efforts of that cycling team have the same team member doing the grunt work that Coach Teaff had blocking for Walter Abercrombie (Baylor's all-time leading rusher) and Dennis Gentry (won a Superbowl with the Chicago Bears).
Us 'zingers are lucky to have him around. Now, group hug in the showers!
ROFM was a lineman. An all guts, no glory type of guy. A team player to the core.
Coach Grant Teaff said of that team, "They had good leadership, cohesiveness and a chemistry that bound them all together." From experience, I can tell you that ROFM definitely learned something from his days at Baylor. And if Coach Teaff had access to the inner-workings of GSTz, he'd recognize that the efforts of that cycling team have the same team member doing the grunt work that Coach Teaff had blocking for Walter Abercrombie (Baylor's all-time leading rusher) and Dennis Gentry (won a Superbowl with the Chicago Bears).
Us 'zingers are lucky to have him around. Now, group hug in the showers!
Monday, March 27, 2006
About Being Buddy
We Went to Apple Granny's for the Weekend
Kids #1,2 and 3 on the way to
the river.
Here are Kids #1, 2 and 3 playing on the bank
of the Tennessee River.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Eventually
Awhile back I pounded keys about the goats nearby. We drive by each morning, and every morning Reanie says, "Goats," and then Buddy will say, "Sheep! Baaaah." Reanie then says, "No, Buddy. They're goats." Buddy says, "Sheep! Baaaah." Repeat until the biggest person in the car changes the subject or says, "ENOUGH!"
We drove by the goats this morning, and Reanie said, "Goats." Buddy said, "Sheep! Baaah." Reanie said, "No, Buddy. They're goats." Buddy then said, "Goats."
Then it was quiet in the Jeep.
I said, "That's right, Buddy! They're goats!" He then said, "Goats!" I said, "Yes! They're goats! Good job!" He then said, "Goats!" I replied, "Now you've got it. They're goats" He then said, "Goats!" And Reanie jumped in a time or two to say, "Goats. Neheyehey." And Buddy would say, "Goats." This went on for some time, but he kept saying "Goats."
Sometimes us guys are slow learners. But once we got it, we got it.
We drove by the goats this morning, and Reanie said, "Goats." Buddy said, "Sheep! Baaah." Reanie said, "No, Buddy. They're goats." Buddy then said, "Goats."
Then it was quiet in the Jeep.
I said, "That's right, Buddy! They're goats!" He then said, "Goats!" I said, "Yes! They're goats! Good job!" He then said, "Goats!" I replied, "Now you've got it. They're goats" He then said, "Goats!" And Reanie jumped in a time or two to say, "Goats. Neheyehey." And Buddy would say, "Goats." This went on for some time, but he kept saying "Goats."
Sometimes us guys are slow learners. But once we got it, we got it.
Without Lollipoppage
We have a team chatroom/forum thing where we are supposed to talk about upcoming training rides, races, and stuff related to the team. What we really do, however, is make fun of each other for sport.
Periodically the site will be difficult to access. This is usually when JD is in Mexico, Europe, the Caribbean, or passed out on the floor of some dorm room.
Since I don't have medication for it, I treat my OCD by visiting our team's vitrual locker room, TXBRA, and CNN in rapid succession after doing some work task. It is my 5 minute smoke break or whatever.
Anyway, TXBRA has been revamped and will be eerily quiet for awhile as people try to figure out whether they can still post anonymously without the folks behind the curtain noticing (yes...it is still easy to tell how many different names you use on there), but what got me to writing about it is that I can't get my lollipop fix because our team site is down (or because I've been blocked, again).
OK, this post took about as much time as I would have spent looking at those sites. Back to work.
Periodically the site will be difficult to access. This is usually when JD is in Mexico, Europe, the Caribbean, or passed out on the floor of some dorm room.
Since I don't have medication for it, I treat my OCD by visiting our team's vitrual locker room, TXBRA, and CNN in rapid succession after doing some work task. It is my 5 minute smoke break or whatever.
Anyway, TXBRA has been revamped and will be eerily quiet for awhile as people try to figure out whether they can still post anonymously without the folks behind the curtain noticing (yes...it is still easy to tell how many different names you use on there), but what got me to writing about it is that I can't get my lollipop fix because our team site is down (or because I've been blocked, again).
OK, this post took about as much time as I would have spent looking at those sites. Back to work.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
When Daveed Gets Back, We're Going On a Date
Saw on the news last night that Plano's walmart is the only one in the country to have a sushi bar.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Mustard Pears
Mama and I watched Sideways last night. The setting of the movie is the California Wine Country, which is probably why we were uncorking bottles at a rapid rate for two people.
At some point through the movie, Mama asked me if I wanted a snack. "Sure, what are you going to make?" was my response. "I dunno. I'll suprise you," she said.
When she came back, there was some sort of nice bread with some sort of froo froo cheese on it, there was a different bread with Nutella, and then there was...sliced pears slathered with some sort of fancy chipotle mustard that Belz brought us.
I rolled my eyes and made a face. Mustard on pears? She said I didn't have to eat it, but after thinking about all of the things that could possibly go wrong from trying it, I concluded that "bleech!" was the worst it would be.
And I liked it.
At some point through the movie, Mama asked me if I wanted a snack. "Sure, what are you going to make?" was my response. "I dunno. I'll suprise you," she said.
When she came back, there was some sort of nice bread with some sort of froo froo cheese on it, there was a different bread with Nutella, and then there was...sliced pears slathered with some sort of fancy chipotle mustard that Belz brought us.
I rolled my eyes and made a face. Mustard on pears? She said I didn't have to eat it, but after thinking about all of the things that could possibly go wrong from trying it, I concluded that "bleech!" was the worst it would be.
And I liked it.
Where does it come from?
To show my solidarity with my brother 'zingers who are racing in Lago Vista this weekend, I went and rode my bike. I even used the Powertap, so it counts as a training ride. I stepped on the scale this morning and read 197lbs, so it is probably time to get on with this anyway.
During the ride, I coughed and spit and blew snot at a fairly fantastic rate and volume. Some of those must have been quarter pounders. If I get rid of all of this snot, I'll probably weigh around 150lbs.
During the ride, I coughed and spit and blew snot at a fairly fantastic rate and volume. Some of those must have been quarter pounders. If I get rid of all of this snot, I'll probably weigh around 150lbs.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Take it to the boards
This is a shot of Noah's last track workout on
Tuesday. Tonight is the opening night of racing
for the season but Noah is a little under the
weather. He's also raced quite a bit in the last
few weeks. We'll see how he's doing after school
today.
This is Buddy at the track on Tuesday.
And this is Reanie.
Fortunately, both Reanie and Buddy enjoy
hanging out at the track while Noah rides. This
time I even brought one of the tricycles so they
could ride too.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Ornery
Me, "Let's sing the ABC's!"
Kid #2, "No, Daddy. We're not singing that. The ABC's are broken."
a couple minutes later...
Kid #3, "More chicken nugget(s)"
Me, "They're all gone. You ate them all."
Kid #3, "Unngggg. Ptbtbhblthtbpllth."
Kid #2, "No, Daddy. We're not singing that. The ABC's are broken."
a couple minutes later...
Kid #3, "More chicken nugget(s)"
Me, "They're all gone. You ate them all."
Kid #3, "Unngggg. Ptbtbhblthtbpllth."
Bang Your Head With Styx
Was listening to the radio while heading home from running Monday morning errands. Had just tuned the radio to The Bone, whose slogan is "We rock harder."
Their tidbit quoting the slogan played just after I pushed the button, and the next thing over the air waves was:
Iiiiiii’mmm ssaaaaaiiiiliing aaa-waaaaay...
Which got me to chuckling not because of the "hard" rocking song, but instead because it means Styx rocks harder...than rock. I suppose.
Their tidbit quoting the slogan played just after I pushed the button, and the next thing over the air waves was:
Iiiiiii’mmm ssaaaaaiiiiliing aaa-waaaaay...
Which got me to chuckling not because of the "hard" rocking song, but instead because it means Styx rocks harder...than rock. I suppose.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Practical
I'm married and have three kids, two of which
are still in car seats. I do the grocery shopping
and most of the time I'm in the car I'm taking a
bike or two with me. I also travel quite a bit on
the weekends.
This is my car.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Me
Picked up my bike from Robbie last night. I can go almost ten minutes without coughing now. There are no body parts hurting from the bump with the car. Other than the cough, I've shook the pneumonia. I even lost ten pounds during that ordeal. Work is almost caught up. Mama is traveling for work as of tomorrow, but she's going to Vegas, so I have my suspicions. There will be much pasta and pizza being eaten here at Stella Sola this coming week.
But now I must go ride, because I just can't have it that Kid #1 is faster than me.
Here's mine:
Here's Peter's:
But now I must go ride, because I just can't have it that Kid #1 is faster than me.
Here's mine:
Here's Peter's:
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Them are good kids
Kid #1 has done a number of things lately that have made me proud of him. I could start listing them, but I don't want to come off as a gushing parent, especially since there are other good kids out there...I don't know, there is something about saying, "Oh look how fantastic my kids are" that rubs me the wrong way when it is done incessantly.
On the other hand, I like to tell my kids "good job," then pat them on the head. As they walk away, I kick them in the ass and say, "Now clean up your room." Maybe I should write a book or go on Oprah or something.
Kid #1 raced his bike this weekend and did a pretty good job of it. After the race, he waited in what would be considered a patient manner for a 10yr old to see the posted results. Once they were posted, there were some errors in what the officals reported as results. Several--and by several I mean five or six--parents came to me to tell me this. Then these parents (or at least a few of them I saw) went to the official in charge of "Parents of 12&unders griping" to make their case.
I went and found Noah, which is a funny story because I had to find him while he was hiding in a game of hide and seek with the people he'd just raced against. I told Noah about the situation with the results and that in such situations there was 15 minutes to protest the posted results. Further, I told him that I didn't think to check to see when the results were posted, so I wasn't sure how much time there was to sort it out.
Mind you, I wasn't really all that worried about what was ultimately posted, because we were confident of where he actually placed, so the urgency seemingly wasn't the same for us as it was for the others. But that may have more to do with the fact that we've been going to these rodeos for years and years. Things tend to get sorted out. And it wasn't like Kid #1 had teammates worrying about the difference between a $300 or $57 prize to split.
Kid #1 went to the official in charge of sorting it out and made his case. I didn't even go near. In fact, I think I walked over to where our team had gathered, which was a quarter mile away. Maybe I just didn't want to get involved with the other parents arguing a case for their kids, or maybe I wanted Kid #1 to handle it himself as a lesson of independence, or...whatever.
Kid #1 handled it, and, in fact, I had a couple of parents and the official make the effort to tell me that he handled it well, politely, respectfully and all that.
And while it was nice for those people to make the effort to tell me this, it kind of pulled at me the wrong way too. What Kid #1 did shouldn't be something that others are moved to the point of giving compliments. Oh, I believe compliments and meaningful praise should be given when earned, but being polite and respectful is something that should be expected, kid or otherwise. And while I'm proud of how my Kid handled the situation, it just struck me that someone acting like they should was noteworthy.
But I guess that's why I'm proud of him.
* ** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
It was busy around here yesterday morning. Kids #2 and #3 were slow to get up to speed, and it was important that we get out the door because we've been too lax in getting Kid #1 to school on time.
While I'm rounding up wiggling, but fast worms and trying to dress them, Kid #1 made them breakfast. I didn't ask him to do so; he did it on his own.
* ** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
Since we didn't have time to sit down and eat breakfast, I threw what Kid #1 made into bowls so Kids #2 and #3 could eat in the car on the way to school. Along the way, I glanced into the rear view mirror to see Kids #2 and #3 trading items from their bowls. Kid #3 wasn't eating carrots or something, but Kid #2 was, and vice versa about something else. Anyway, they worked it out on their own.
"Aww, how cute/sweet," right? Not really.
If they are in cahoots like that, I wonder how else they've conspired and whether it is against me or not. I'll be keeping an eye on them for sure.
* ** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
Kid #2 asked to drive the car. She said, "I'll do the feet and you turn the circle."
On the other hand, I like to tell my kids "good job," then pat them on the head. As they walk away, I kick them in the ass and say, "Now clean up your room." Maybe I should write a book or go on Oprah or something.
Kid #1 raced his bike this weekend and did a pretty good job of it. After the race, he waited in what would be considered a patient manner for a 10yr old to see the posted results. Once they were posted, there were some errors in what the officals reported as results. Several--and by several I mean five or six--parents came to me to tell me this. Then these parents (or at least a few of them I saw) went to the official in charge of "Parents of 12&unders griping" to make their case.
I went and found Noah, which is a funny story because I had to find him while he was hiding in a game of hide and seek with the people he'd just raced against. I told Noah about the situation with the results and that in such situations there was 15 minutes to protest the posted results. Further, I told him that I didn't think to check to see when the results were posted, so I wasn't sure how much time there was to sort it out.
Mind you, I wasn't really all that worried about what was ultimately posted, because we were confident of where he actually placed, so the urgency seemingly wasn't the same for us as it was for the others. But that may have more to do with the fact that we've been going to these rodeos for years and years. Things tend to get sorted out. And it wasn't like Kid #1 had teammates worrying about the difference between a $300 or $57 prize to split.
Kid #1 went to the official in charge of sorting it out and made his case. I didn't even go near. In fact, I think I walked over to where our team had gathered, which was a quarter mile away. Maybe I just didn't want to get involved with the other parents arguing a case for their kids, or maybe I wanted Kid #1 to handle it himself as a lesson of independence, or...whatever.
Kid #1 handled it, and, in fact, I had a couple of parents and the official make the effort to tell me that he handled it well, politely, respectfully and all that.
And while it was nice for those people to make the effort to tell me this, it kind of pulled at me the wrong way too. What Kid #1 did shouldn't be something that others are moved to the point of giving compliments. Oh, I believe compliments and meaningful praise should be given when earned, but being polite and respectful is something that should be expected, kid or otherwise. And while I'm proud of how my Kid handled the situation, it just struck me that someone acting like they should was noteworthy.
But I guess that's why I'm proud of him.
* ** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
It was busy around here yesterday morning. Kids #2 and #3 were slow to get up to speed, and it was important that we get out the door because we've been too lax in getting Kid #1 to school on time.
While I'm rounding up wiggling, but fast worms and trying to dress them, Kid #1 made them breakfast. I didn't ask him to do so; he did it on his own.
* ** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
Since we didn't have time to sit down and eat breakfast, I threw what Kid #1 made into bowls so Kids #2 and #3 could eat in the car on the way to school. Along the way, I glanced into the rear view mirror to see Kids #2 and #3 trading items from their bowls. Kid #3 wasn't eating carrots or something, but Kid #2 was, and vice versa about something else. Anyway, they worked it out on their own.
"Aww, how cute/sweet," right? Not really.
If they are in cahoots like that, I wonder how else they've conspired and whether it is against me or not. I'll be keeping an eye on them for sure.
* ** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
Kid #2 asked to drive the car. She said, "I'll do the feet and you turn the circle."
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
Oh. Well, um, okaayy...
It is raining here this morning. On my list of things to do was to look at a car. I called up the seller, asked if this morning was a suitable time to check it out, and the seller replied, "No. Now's not good. What with the rain, I'd rather not show it to anyone so I can keep it clean for those looking at it this weekend."
Well, ok then.
Well, ok then.
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