Mobile Minutes: Final Days Alone


I’ve spent more time laying across a couch today then most of the summer. It’s my acknowledgement that indeed my vacation is over.

Tomorrow is filled with laundry, cleaning, and finally midweek prep work. Friday, by contrast, I officially report back to school. Being a new teacher I’m required to go through a week of orientation, tech sessions, etc…Afterwards I’ll have a few days in the building with my colleagues, and then before you know it.

Class will be in session for real.

Yikes.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Furniture Airports


So, it turns out there’s this store in the world named IKEA. It’s giant, blue, yellow, and full of…stuff. You can build a home, buy supplies for the home, or just chill on the furniture for your home, while eating a plate of Swedish meatballs or a cinnamon roll.

These are all true stories, and some of the things I have experienced in the past two days. A few months ago the city south of where we live opened up an IKEA. To give you an idea of this significance, the closest one past that is in Chicago. Needless to say I waited my due time to visit, and actually heading home yesterday Darco conned me into stopping by. Continue reading

XXXI: Running Out


Another step.
Another minute.
Another goal.
Another mile.
Another dream.

I’ve been considering giving up the ambition of running. I haven’t hit a wall, I haven’t been dealt too many injuries, and I’m not really on the verge of burning out.

I’m just tired of being my own fuel. Continue reading

#getyourpraiseon


I spent five hours in school today. Just organizing this and that, and getting my computer updated. About twenty minutes before I left the principal came into my room. We talked briefly about the upcoming school year, technology, and behavior styles of students. It was just a refreshing small part of my day because it continued to demonstrate to me that I’ve arrived to the education world.

For that, I am grateful.

-D-

XXXI: Laughing Along


Lately I’ve been messing around with PhotoShop and the lovely shirt template that I have inserted into my files. Why? Not really sure outside of the fact that it’s just fun to do.

Anyways, there’s this old mantra that goes something along the lines of, “If you don’t like something, don’t complain, do something about it”. Some things in my life don’t change; I still have an appreciation for women’s soccer, just because I think it’s cool, it’s a growing business, and it’s always nice to see people who bust everything they have to grow something from nothing.

There’s a profession team in the city that I work in, along with a guy’s Major League Soccer side as well. However, so much of women’s soccer is geared towards promoting the game to, well…little girls and inspiring them to be the next Alex Morgan (by the way, please don’t). I appreciate that and all, but to be the one to complain…what about us 20-something year old men who just enjoy the game? We don’t have kids, and we don’t play the game, but we enjoy the fun aspects of the culture.

Why can’t we light smoke bombs during the time goals are scored?
Why can’t we enjoy some locally brewed beer before the game?
Why can’t we make some odd, interesting shirts to wear during the game and beyond?

I’m easily filing this under ‘pipe dream’, but I think making a random type of supporters group that doesn’t fit the exact mold would be pretty fun.

Again, it’s just a pipe dream.

You have to admit though, this is pretty sweet.

-D-

XXXI: Birthday’s and Laundry Detergent


This tends to be a rather crazy two weeks for Darco and myself. Her birthday is tomorrow, mine is later this week, and our anniversary is just over two weeks from now. Throw in new teacher orientation this year for me, beginning on July 31st, and the next couple weeks are busy.

I suppose I should have thought about that while having a conversation with my wife this evening. This one I can file under, “Times That I’ve Screwed Up” in our marriage. She asked me about my birthday, gifts, and some past experiences with it. Through the conversation, turned into slight argument, she let me know that for our anniversary she wanted to get me a new wedding band.

Alright, first you need to know something my wedding band. While it isn’t your standard band, it is indeed a Walmart special. When we went shopping for my band we had about $25 dollars to our name. Continue reading