I just read a frighteningly accurate post on the dangerous side of the profession I’m involved in.
Every once in a while you need a reminder like this to keep yourself in check.
I just read a frighteningly accurate post on the dangerous side of the profession I’m involved in.
Every once in a while you need a reminder like this to keep yourself in check.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m planning to run in the Oasis USA triathlon next Saturday.
Since this is a charity event to raise money for a great cause, I’d love it if anyone would care to sponsor me. This would just involve making a (tax deductible) donation of any amount. Checks can be made payable to “Oasis USA”, or you can give me money directly (or via paypal or whatever) and I will get it in.
If you’re interested, just drop me an e-mail (you can find an address on my “About Page” if you don’t already know one) or leave a comment here with your e-mail address and I can get back to you.
Thanks!
We were at Christian’s soccer game today, waiting for it to start when the refs came around asking for a volunteer to be a line ref.
Initially, I sat back, since I know next to nothing about soccer. However, when they said that the game would have to be delayed and it was obvious that no one else on our side was going to step up, I went ahead and volunteered.
The sideline ref position is pretty easy actually; all you need to do is watch who kicks it out to determine which team gets the throw in, and then occasionally call “offsides” whenever that might happen. It was the latter that I was a little unsure of the details on (although after I got home today I confirmed that it was pretty much exactly as I had been thinking).
The problem came in when all these people behind me (parents sitting there watching the game) started complaining after a couple plays in which the other team scored a goal, stating (intentionally loud enough for me to hear without directing the comments “at” me) that it should have been called offsides.
Now, like I said before, I certainly could have been wrong, since I’m no soccer expert, but what I saw was the offensive team just plain outrunning the defenders. There were a couple times in which there were more than one such fast offensive player that had run past the last field defender, and if the one with the ball would have made a pass to them, then it would have been offsides, but the one that ran the ball up made the shot, so I didn’t see that as being offsides.
For all I know, I could still be wrong on that (and maybe one of you who know soccer better than I can tell me), but what I felt like doing was turning around and saying “Well, it’s good to know that we’ve got a bunch of soccer experts here; but I do find it odd that you take it so seriously yet none of you came forward when they were asking for volunteers. So shut up.” The only reason I didn’t say something to that effect was that these were parents on our own team, and I thought me chewing them out might make it a bit awkward going to games and such with them every week.
But seriously, these people need to get a grip. I thought I’d take this opportunity to share some general tips for soccer moms / dads / other fans out there:
So Christian was riding his bike around the neighborhood this morning and crashed somewhere along the way, leaving a pretty decent cut along his wrist which was bleeding quite a bit.
Apparently he got up, walked to the nearest door and asked for a bandage, which they gave him and he came home.
Thanks anonymous person!
Watch the whole thing to see some really cool possibilities.
Riley and Emma can both ride their bikes without the assistance of training wheels anymore!
They’re quick learners too; Emma picked it up after about 15 minutes on Monday afternoon, and Riley got it even faster this afternoon. Maybe if the whole programming thing ever falls through, I’ll go into a career teaching kids to ride bikes.
Anyway, they’re both really into it now, and ask to go every chance they can get. After learning on Monday, Emma wanted to go for a ride yesterday, so last night I went with her down the walking/bike path that goes along the river edge near our house, until she was tired of riding.
I think Emma being so into it got Riley wanting to do it too, because today he had me dust off his old bike and try it out. He was actually getting frustrated with the training wheels (which were all bent up anyway), and so Martha took them off and he started trying without them. Martha came in and swapped places with me (she finished getting dinner ready while I went out to try and help Riley), and he got it in no time.
On my way home today, I was waiting behind a stop sign to go over the bridge and get onto the freeway and had a pretty-much-near-death experience.
There was one car in front of me that had just gone, and I pulled up to the stop sign and stopped. As I glanced to the right and left before getting ready to go, something caught my eye in my rear view mirror. I think it stood out because it was large and red, but I quickly realized that there was something wrong with the huge semi truck approaching from behind: its speed.
It was coming so fast that I had to floor it to avoid getting rear ended (run over, actually), and as I looked back I could see the cab bouncing up and down as it tried to slam on its breaks way too late. It veered off diagonally while other cars scrambled to avoid it as well, and it nearly jacknifed as it skidded up very close to the edge of the hill leading up to the bridge.
I’m not sure what the deal was with the driver, if he was somehow temporarily incapacitated or if it was some kind of equipment failure, but I am sure that if I hadn’t happened to see it coming when I did, my car would have been toast, because I was directly in its path and it couldn’t have gone around me. I can only imagine that God was looking out for me on that one.