Someone else thanked me for my service yesterday. I’ve never served, and I have facial hair, so I’m certainly not active.
From two different people, I was told how good the tacos, of all places, Dairy Queen, are. Both encouraged me to go on Tuesdays because they are only a dollar. I took them up on their offer and I don’t regret it. Now, I’d like to recommend for you to give the DQ Taco a try next Taco Tuesday. I think there’s better than Taco Bell or Taco Bueno’s. Of course, when it comes to fast food tacos, I’m partial to Jack In The Box, and I never want to know the ingredients or nutritional value of them.
I took the dogs to the vet yesterday to get some
vaccinations. I have no idea if Bill Gates is using nanobots to track the movements of my dog like he does with me and the Covid vaccination (Dear God, I hope you know I’m kidding). The employee at the window asked if the dogs would like a pup-cup. They’ve done this before, but I was surprised at the size she gave both of them.
I never really thought about it before until Craig Miller of The TICKET brought it up, but he wondered what the pitch throw count of a catcher might be. Everyone is focused on how many throws a pitcher makes, but no one really stops to consider the amount of time a catcher must throw a ball, especially for an entire game, unlike most pitchers who leave a little more than a third of a way through.
Natalie Portman has been working out, and it shows.
I heard a segment on NPR that, on average; it takes married couples seven years to meet with a counselor about a particular issue.
When I got my car inspected the other day, the service attendant called me, “boss-man.” Normally, when someone refers to me as “boss” I don’t like it, especially when I’m not that boss. Yet, I found “boss-man” didn’t bother me in the least.
Something else that bothers me in customer service is anytime a worker or employee will respond to me with, “No problem.” I know they don’t mean to, but they should never put the customer in a situation in which they may think they are inconveniencing you or they did something wrong.
One little thing that bugs me about waitstaff who cleans off tables is when they spray a cleaning solution in the open air directly on the surface of the table. One of my worst bosses trained me long ago that doing so may cause particles to land on someone nearby and you are introducing a cleaning aroma when the customer should only smell the aroma of food. Instead, spray the cleaning solution directly into your washcloth to minimize the spreading of particles and smell.
The older I’ve gotten, I slowly saw the ridiculousness traditions are. Especially when they are labeled sacred. The world will continue to go around should something some ritual not take place. But, that’s not to say I don’t see the fun in them and the opportunity for them to create a bond. It’s just too many of us go ape shit over them and take them too seriously. The world didn’t implode when aTm and UT stopped playing football. Traditions came to mind when I saw the news Jen Psaki step down as the White House Press Secretary. There used to be a tradition of the person leaving the office pass down a flak jacket to the person who will be taking over. But that all stopped during the Trump administration because several people in that role never held a press conference and just stopped the tradition. The jacket has since gone missing. It is a little eery if you think about how the press room is named after James Brady, who was the victim of a gunshot wound after an assassination attempt on Reagan and suffered debilitating lifelong injuries.
From Feb-Aug of last year, I only got to see my children nine hours a week. I wasn’t able to give them a kiss goodnight for 137 nights. What was torturous was taking parenting classes and going home and not being able to immediately apply anything I learned. It also sucked not to discuss it with the other parent. There was a lot of fun and bonding in parenting together, at least for me.
I’m surprised Mr. Andrea Mitchell, Alan Greenspan, is still alive at 96. He’s looked 96 for the last three decades.
I was speaking to a friend yesterday. He’s been single for a while and is having an affair with a woman. The woman is okay with the affair, but he said she won’t put up with any kind of cursing.
I only watched five minutes of Amber Heard being cross-examined by Johnny Depp’s attorney. I’m no lawyer or PR wiz and probably have already used incorrect language or terminology, but her career is now ruined. She has so much in common with my ex, but Heard’s a nicer person because she doesn’t weaponize children. I don’t think Depp will win the case, but he will come away the winner in this.
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Two straight weekends without the kids is tough. But hey, a year ago I could only have them nine hours a week until my psych evaluation came back (as well as finish a five-week anger management and a six-week parallel parenting class), so I’m at least better off than a year ago.
It sucks that both our NBA and NHL teams had a game seven and I couldn’t watch either with my son. I never thought it would be this way. I know we are just casual fans, but there’s something special about games seven. My boy did ask his mom to text me during the third quarter that he was happy the Mavs were winning. That warmed my heart. I have to admit I was a bit nervous receiving a text from my ex, especially since she sent me a message via our court ordered app, which I chose not to open because I was having dinner with the president of my company who just flew in from DC and our VP and manager. Back in the day, I’d open her message immediately, but I have slowly trained myself that she is no longer the priority. Also, the president of my company was the COO, but was just promoted and announced at dinner. I rarely do well at these dinners as I’m the now rung on the corporate ladder. I fear I’m going to either say something inappropriate or ask something I should bibulously know the answer to. Also, at these dinners, I used to do nothing but think about how I’d rather be back home with my family. Now, that is not an option. I try to live in the moment.
Recently, I received a notice my car was due for a state inspection. When you drive an electric-car, these things are a cinch they don’t emit emissions, there’s no need to pay or take an emissions test. So, the inspection is a whopping $7 instead of something above $30. Thanks to the ex, who I think I may just start to refer as TheQuitter or TheCovenantBreaker, I no longer live in the same neighborhood and had to find a new place to have the state inspection performed. The first place I went to told me they couldn’t do it because their only inspector had the day off. The second place I went to said their only inspector was gone for lunch but would be back in 30-45 minutes. What’s up with these establish businesses, national chains on a busy Main Street, and their limited state inspectors?
I had an idea to kill some time while I wait for the state inspector to get back from lunch. About a mile up the road, I noticed there were electric-scooters to rent. I’ve always wanted to take one for a spin, so I figured, why not? TheQuitter and the kids live just across the city border in Flower Mound, but a bit too far for the scooter. I thought it would be neat to scoot by and wave at the kids. So, I downloaded their app, and I rented an e-scooter. I had to give it a quick test run, and it ran great. This was going to be fun. Then, I put in my hatchback and drove it about a mile or mile-and-a-half up the road to the state inspection place, fully aware this wasn’t exactly kosher. I felt more like James T. Kirk pulling a Kobayashi Maru maneuver. I was all set to ride around on the e-scooter as I wait for the inspector to return for lunch and inspect my car. However, the scooter didn’t work. I could manually scoot it, but it no longer provided any power. To make a long story short, it turns out they have some sort of GPS device and they only work within a certain restricted area. So, I manually had to scoot it back into the restricted area, which wasn’t too bad. But that meant I had to walk back in the hot sun to my car a little over a mile away and forgo trying to surprise the kids. But hey, for the time I got it to work and parked it back well inside the restricted area, it was fun. It cost me a dollar to unlock and $o.38 a minute.
The CovenantBreaker sent me the following message over the weekend. This is great, I want to be able to help her and the kids out and be an active part of my children’s lives when their mother has schedule conflicts. But there were a few things I found interesting and couldn’t agree to.
Last year, the ex could have allowed me to watch our kids during the morning and afternoon as she was at her teacher’s work days. At the time, I was still living in our home and I was less than a mile away from her apartment. It would have worked out great. The kids wanted to spend more time with their dad and be in their only home before it sold. But, to keep the children away from me, TheCovenantBreaker arranged for her mother and sister, on alternating days, to drive 110 miles from their small East Texas town just to watch the kids in her apartment instead of allowing me to help her and them out. You know, doing something in the children’s best interest. In my mind, she was setting a precedent for how she wanted to handle things in the future, as well as using the children as weapons because she knew me only seeing them nine hours a week was killing me. At the time, I already completed all my courses and was just waiting on the results from the psych evaluation. Even if she agreed to allow me to watch them when she was at work, I still wouldn’t have them for any overnights. The judge’s order, which she said she wanted to stick to, said we could mutually agree to anything outside the order. The judge already allowed me to have them with no supervision during the day, but it was just for nine hours during the week. So, allowing me to watch them wouldn’t be breaking the judge’s order. There was no safety issue. Eventually, we were going to have to work together, anyway. She just wanted to torture me and her children. She and her politically conservative family were being hypocrites, letting the government decide what was best for our family instead of the parents.
Like I said, I have no problem helping her and the children out. I want to help. But what cracks me up is she wants me to switch days with her so she doesn’t lose any hours. The issue is, she already has them more than I do on a permanent basis. Basically, it’s a 55-45% split. During mediation, she wouldn’t agree to 50/50 and she never explained to the kids or me why they aren’t deserving to have both parents in their lives equally. I proved through the court that I’m not a threat to myself or others. So, not only am I already working from a disadvantage of having them less, but why would I want to swap days so she could maintain her advantage, especially when she worked so hard the previous year to keep our children away from me?
It’s also odd she wants me to go against the divorce decree and only get my daughter for her birthday during the time she’s unable to watch her and her brother when she’s at work. Her old excuse was we had a legally binding agreement signed my a judge that said I could only have our children nine hours a week, and she didn’t want to deviate from it. Well, we now have an updated legally binding agreement signed by the same judge, but now she doesn’t want to stick to what’s on that piece of paper like she did before. If we split possession of the children 50/50, I’d certainly be willing to work with her to maintain something fair, but she already has them more than I do. Also, she’s the same person who wouldn’t allow me to speak to my son on his ninth birthday except for a five-minute speaker phone conversation monitored by her mother. She and her family fails at seeing and understanding things from the other’s perspective. I’ve tried to see things from their perspective, even asked to speak to them about it, but they continue to refuse to talk, even with a third-party present.
I don’t have to buy a bag of cotton balls often, but I noticed the bag I’ve been using for the last several months stated there were 300. Hmmm, I wonder if there are actually 300 in there and what means does the company take to ensure I have that amount? Next time, I’m counting, just because curiosity is killing this cat. I can easily see the manufacturer easily creating a machine that can count out a particular number of Q-Tips, but I thinking counting out cotton balls, which are often stuck together, would be more difficult.
Yesterday I attended an awards assembly at BoyGeeding’s school. When it was over, I heard one father chastise his son, “When you went on stage to get your award, why didn’t you look at me and your mother?” Poor kid.
The Seattle Seahawks already knew they’d have a tough schedule with the most miles traveled of any NFL team this season. And when some Seahawks got word of additional details of their 2022 slate, they couldn’t believe how much tougher it really was. Four straight road games? No bye week after their trip to Germany? Playing on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day?
Trying to date again after being married for so long is weird. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully adjust to dating apps. I’ve been reluctant to reveal some of my insecurities on my dating profiles. For instance, I’m a liberal and a Christian, yet I live in Texas. I’m the blueberry in tomato soup. Off-hand, I’d think that would cause many ladies to swipe left. However, I recently updated my profile to include those facts and also added that they won’t catch me hunting, camping, or listening to country music. To my surprise, I’ve actually been contacted more in the last week than I have in the past year. One woman, who I feel is a bit out of my league, has a profile in which you’d think she’d prefer a guy who likes those things I don’t. Curios, I asked her what on my profile piqued her interest. Her response made me smile.
When it comes to texting and messaging apps, grammar and spelling don’t matter to me. But this response to a question made me smile because it reminded me of Arrested Development’s Buster Bluth.
“I refuse to put an additional dollar against a system that would not be able to track a high-end submarine in today’s environment,” Gilday told the committee. He said the main reason for the early retirement was that the anti-submarine warfare system on the ships “did not work out technically.” The decommissioning of the ships would save the Navy approximately $391 million, according to the service’s proposed FY23 budget. But that recoups only a fraction of the cost of the nine littoral combat ships, which totaled about $3.2 billion.
Earlier in this post, I used the word “piqued.” I first wanted to use “peaked” but according to this website, I would have been incorrect – Is It Peaked, Peeked Or Piqued My Interest?
For a while, when I was forced to create a new password, I’d reference things that I liked. However, it seemed whenever I did so, bad luck regarding those things would happen. For instance, when I used something Dak Prescott related, he broke his leg. When I to used 30 Rock references, the next week they announced the series was going to end. So, now that I’m divorced, all my passwords relate to my ex or a place she and her family worships as a golden calf.
vaccinations. I have no idea if Bill Gates is using nanobots to track the movements of my dog like he does with me and the Covid vaccination (Dear God, I hope you know I’m kidding). The employee at the window asked if the dogs would like a pup-cup. They’ve done this before, but I was surprised at the size she gave both of them.
