Mobile Minutes: Fishing Poles & Boots


Where Darco and I live isn’t exactly country, but it isn’t exactly urban…

We live in a subdivision along a lake, but it’s three miles away from the closest town. Because of this, as I learned today, you get a little bit of everything.

Soccer mom’s with SUV’s are completely normal. Our borderline retired neighbor is an avid golfer and likes to keep his hair long. In many ways; it all makes sense for suburbia USA.

That was until today…

As I made mention; we live near a lake. The only ‘major’ lake in the metropolitan area. I can’t wait to wake up this summer to the noise of bass boats cruising the glassy water. Today though, after finishing my evening run, I was walking back to our house when the strangest things crossed my path…

Strangest person that is…

Right in front of me, coming out of a backyard of some random person, was a high school boy wearing cowboy boots, a tight fit hat, a book bag…and…a fishing pole.

He was pretending to cast it around the sidewalk while he traveled home. You could tell he had been out fishing after school.

It was an odd reality that set in; humorous of course, that where we live is much more modern to the experiences of Darco and myself. Every-so-often though, we get a reminder that we’re still just a cast away from the land of honky-tonks.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Black Friday Survival


I did it.
I finally did it.
For the first time in my life I braved…wait for it…Black Friday!
*bum, bum, bum…*

In reality Darco was at work, and it was myself and our teenage cousin, Chey. After cooking five scrambled eggs, Chey (shy) and I made our way into the city. Mind you, we were also blessed with 33℉ temperatures and freezing rain.

The stage was set.

60 miles away was a running store that I was targeting; there was a potential of a serious snag (and I desperately needed new running shoes). 7:00 AM we show our faces, we ducked in, dodged the marathon specialist, the runner that just finished training in the rain, and the two folks talking about GU running gels. There I saw them; two size 13 pairs of Saucony Guide 8’s. One box in each hand, hurdled the sale table like Lolo Jones, paid, and ducked back out into the rain.

Total time: 10 minutes
Money saved: $200.00

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New gear.

After breaking a sweat, stretching our limbs, we flew across the metro to Under Armour Outlet and…ready for this…snagged sweat pants. Due to the ‘fat years’ of my childhood elastic sweat pants scarred me. Chey talked me into getting a pair of sweats, along with some other goodies. Due to the outlet mall being an outdoor facility no one was out and about. There were no stiff arms, Chey even tried clothes on, and we still made it out in twenty minutes.

Total time: 20 minutes
Money saved: $130
Bonus: $20 gift card from Under Armour

Coffee, lunch, a quick jaunt to IKEA and the day was done. We only needed a few light bulbs for the house at one last stop.

Walmart.

Wouldn’t you know it, even at 1:00 PM, Chey and I dodged two moving vehicles, one lady with some wicked eye brows, and at least three chain smokers just for a few bulbs. Easily Walmart brought upon more stress than my most recent job evaluation.

Total time: 30 minutes
Money saved: Not worth the increased blood pressure

But hey…it was all worth spending time with a crazed teenager.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Teacher Cash


Two strange things about my first teaching paycheck:

1. My students applauded the news as if I was a victor of the Hunger Games. It’s as if they knew how painful a month without pay really was.

2. First purchase? A set of black ink pens (G2’s) that I opened similar to a pack of aged Cuban’s. I pulled one out and proceeded to place the rest in my storage closet and lock the door.

I’m transitioning wonderfully.

-D-

##getyourpraiseon


Irony: Coming from a school that didn’t offer cross country as a sport…only to become a cross country coach.

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Bonus Round Irony: Having a high school running partner during track season that eventually became a NCAA All American in cross country. Also a local middle school teacher and cross country coach.

-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: 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-