Thanks just got home.. took cipro with me but was only going to take if " felt like I was going to die" which i didn't.. just gurgles and well, you know. Just got home and am still afflicted!
Thanks just got home.. took cipro with me but was only going to take if " felt like I was going to die" which i didn't.. just gurgles and well, you know. Just got home and am still afflicted!
Been a pretty shitty week.
In summary -
1) younger boy is seeing a counselor that isn't covered by insurance, that wasn't agreed upon by all parents, despite 50/50 custody. Wife and I are expected to cover half of it, though.
2) older boy has had 2 detentions this week due to not following dress code...so, 2 of the 3 days he was with his father. Wife and I were the ones who got to get up early and take him, though, because he didn't attend when he was supposed to while with his father.
3) both boys are missing school work that was to have been done over the weekend, but didn't get done. They were with their father.
3a) both boys were 90mins late getting to school Monday.
3b) neither boy had a lunch Monday, and the younger didn't have his backpack.
4) Their father has decided, without consulting us, to pull them out of their school and put them into public school, because the boys can't handle the workload. I'd classify the amount of work they have as "normal." Boys are excited, because they won't have homework.
4a) We found this out from the counselor, not their father.
4b) Oldest isn't ready to move onto the next grade. His step mom argues that it's better for him to be held back later in his education, though, rather than immediately.
5) We all agree that the boys don't handle change well, but this will be their 3rd school in the 3 years we have been in Austin.
Did I ever mention that in the divorce decree, X's boundry restriction was the entire state of Texas, and my wife was told by her lawyer that it wasn't a "big deal"? So, in reality, this will be their 4th school in 4 years.
-Dustin
With a clear sky and 75º temps on Sunday, i took my steel Serotta Fierte out for the day - third ride on new Open Pros. At the end of a 3 hour ride, 3 miles from home I flipped a stick into the rear derailleur, pushing it into the wheel. Broke the RD, bent the hanger and dropout and bent a couple of spokes. I have "ridden my age" on this bike for the last 6 birthdays but its in the shop for 10 days and I'm feeling grumpy about it.
Passing the 2 million miles flown on United. This sucks.
Surgery last Thursday, first day back to work today. Shoulder feels good, having a hard time not over-doing it. Must go slow to go fast.
Penny, my Buff Orpington hen just died.
I'm all for Yoga, I get it, Hell, I'm all for anything anyone wants to do, w/in reason, if it's healthy and happy for them. That said, it's this kind of stuff the puts me over the edge. This is a friend of a friend, but the friend is just as bad. I love this woman (the friend/my friend), we have been close for almost 15 years, however over the years she hasn't abstained from cautioning my various obsessions, ie: cycling, sailing, skiing and to an extent XFit, though I'm hardly obsessed w/it, just happy w/how it makes me feel and operate, which I generally keep to myself. Not so, Ms Yoga, w/whom nary a day passes that she isn't posting on FB all kinds of Yoga wonderment/wisdom/humble-bragging/ and ridiculous pics of poses of which I am well aware the difficulty, but cripes, you look ridiculous! So, w/that in mind, I give you this:
Today was my last day teaching the teachers at the xxxxx school, my elementary alma mater For the first time in the series, no one came because they all had meetings and other commitments and that was ok. It's good practice to make an offering and have no one accept it in the way you expected. I found myself sharing yoga in a slightly different format, spending a few minutes alone meditating in the kindergarten room and offering healing and love to my younger self, my current self and everyone who has or is now spending time in the school. Then I asked one of the super sweet kindergarten teachers to take a photo of me with this sculptural mural. She laughed and we had a lovely little moment together Thank you to everyone who made this experience possible #GratitudeForThisLife#YogaEverywhere #YogaInManyForms
you're not the lord of the flies
I need a real job, this is getting outrageous. Sure, non-paying customers can just interrupt at any time, no problem for me to get back to the stuff that people are actually paying me to do.
You a bike mechanic?
-Dustin
Here is my unfuckingbelieveable situation. I went to renew my drivers license. This is renewal number 6 or 7, most were done through the mail or on line while I was stationed all over the place in the military. I always maintained my TX license. I can't renew my license this time because NY State has a hold on it. In 1987 I was stationed in Ballston Spa, NY for about 7 months attending nuclear training. We used the Saratoga Springs Y because there was no military gym. One night while I was working out, a guy backed out of a parking spot at Friendly's and into the door of my parked car in the bank parking lot next door. The police officer wrote up an accident report and put the other guy at fault. His insurance paid for the repair and a rental car. And I thought that was it. The Saratoga PD didn't record any insurance information for me. Now, 28 years later, NY says I was an uninsured motorist involved in an accident. The accident report no longer exists and no action was ever taken against me. I had to fill out a form and send it back to NY DMV to release the hold. Simple as that, except that one page form takes 6-8 weeks to process. This only happened because all state DMV databases were recently linked. I never knew NY had a problem with me, my Texas address was on my license, I could be found.
Since 1987 and my reign of terror as a parked car motorist next to the Saratoga Springs Friendly's, I have renewed my license 6 times, passed background checks to umpire little league baseball, held top secret security clearances, passed background checks for my current employer, and completed a 27 year career in the Navy.
Retired Sailor, Marine dad, semi-professional cyclist, fly fisherman, and Native American History researcher.
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The fuckers who decided to jump me outside a BART station at 5:30 this morning.
Fuck them.
I'm fine. Just made off with my wallet and laptop bag, which didn't have a laptop in it. So they got a bag.
Just some bumps and bruises. The real wound was having to spend nearly 3 hours at the El Cerrito DMV getting a temp license. That was agony.
My three year-old has been in a very emphatic "I don't l like daddy" phase for the last few days. I'm trying to take the high road and roll with it, but it's not fun to hear. I suppose it will pass, and then come back when she's a teenager.
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