I go in for the fill. I got shit to do and don't have time to waste waiting for some 400 pound jackass to fill up his 128 oz bucket o' Diet Coke because he's on a diet.
Besides, if I'm at a Gas Station filling up like this, I'm most likely on the road somewhere and there's about zero chance I will ever encounter Tubbo again in my life outside of the next 5 minutes, so what do I care what he thinks of me?
DR is feeling a little rough tonight, so I thought I'd come here and throw my pasta against the wall.
This time last year, I was carrying my wife around and tending to her every need...feeding her, lifting her, reading to her, and so on. It was all a pleasure.
Her eyes would get heavier with each day and the deep well that held her will to fight cancer was finally reaching bottom.
On Monday, I will recognize the one year anniversary of her passing. And it's sucking right now.
Just before she was originally diagnosed with brain cancer, she purchased a shiny red beach cruiser. It had a white basket on the front and she would ride along side me and we'd ring our bells and laugh.
She wanted one of those little license plates attached with her name on it. It was hard to get it to fit given the shape of the seat, but I found a way to make it work. Her license plate is still on the bike, of course.
This summer, my twin teenage nieces borrowed the bike while they were in town. Before I lent it out, I told them how important the bike is to me and it had better not get stolen. They treated it very well and the bike remained at my mom's house, where they stayed this summer.
A few days ago, mom mentioned the bike was getting in her way and maybe I could render it back home. I went down to her house and carefully lifted my wife's bike in the trunk and drove it home. When I unloaded it in front of our house I started breaking down. Thankfully, none of the neighbors were around.
The bike without my wife next on it made me think of a fly-over with the missing man formation. Or when there's a funeral for a fallen cop or firefighter, their boots or shoes empty in memory.
The last time my wife was on that bike was in the same spot I unloaded it. It was the 4th of July, 2012. I thought she could handle a bike ride and figured the air would be good for her. We got out of the driveway and she fell off the bike. A neighbor came from across the street asking if we needed help. She couldn't stand up. Her brain was defying her arms and legs. I lifted her and she was heavy as stone. It was the first time I had to lift her and I could feel the difference in helping someone up, and lifting someone up. My wife looked at me confused, as if to say, "What's wrong with me?"
I slowely peddaled the bike into the garage. Once inside the house, I paced from room-to-room, talking out loud. Cursing the day, cursing cancer and telling me wife it was bullshit what she had to go through. I threw down half a xanax. I could've taken 10.
But the show must go on.
I didn't tell Date Chick any of this, not that she wouldn't understand. It just wouldn't be fair or right. What the hell is she supposed to say? I've mentioned some of the tribulations before, and she was great about it. She feels terrible. She says the stuff I hope she would say, but I only realize that after she says it.
She's hanging out with me tomorrow. She is coming over to work from her laptop in the morning. And she asked me to dinner at some restaurant in Laguna. Date Chick knows that this weekend and Monday, especially will suck for me, and I think she's trying to keep me busy. I think that's pretty great.
I'm picking up my mom from the airport tomorrow. She re-married about 10 years ago to a man I call 'My New Dad.' He's a very interesting man and I've explained him here before. Since they got re-married later in life, neither wants to move from their respective homes. So, they fly back and forth, to and fro northern and sourthern California to spend time with each other. They usually have about 10 days off. They'll be married forever.
My New Dad is coming in to town Monday to pay his respects to my wife. She was the daughter he never had. I don't know what we're going to do, but I think he just wants to be near the ocean where I put her ashes. I'm getting sad just thinking about it.
Sunday will pretty well suck, too. My wife's family is headed down to my mom's where we'll remember my wife and walk out to the ocean and toss some flowers. I always gave my wife white flowers. Stargazer lillies were her favorites. When it was her birthday this year, I picked white roses from our garden and put them in the ocean by myself.
I will probably mix the two this weekend.
I've told Date Chick I'll be busy Sunday and Monday and she gets it. Damn, is it nice to not have to try and balance all that.
On my iTunes, I have the Genesis song "Follow You Follow Me." When she was away this weekend, I texted Date Chick, writing that I was listening to the song via my Apple TV. She texted that she loves the song and that it makes her think of me. And the words make her cry.
I just heard it a few minutes ago, and it made me happy and sad all at once. It makes me think of Date Chick and my wife. Music has that power, don't it?
I came upon a blog today where this dude captures his wife's ordeal as she battled breast cancer. It's eerily similar to what my wife went through. As a photographer, his way of dealing with the situation included taking lots of photos of his wife's awful journey. Not only that, but he wrote about it in his blog, in a much better and concise style than I could. Or maybe we just have a little different route in getting there. Either way, it's worth a look.
http://mywifesfightwithbreastcancer.com/
Ya know, I really didn't need this week to get heavier, but as ever, it's part of the process.
On this forum, I love that we can get along or fight just as fervently. But when you step away from your computer or phone and go beyond your driveway, remember that whoever you're pissed at might be going through something crappy and that whatever their offense is, it's tiny in comparison to what can really piss you off. DR's thought for the night.
was talking about this with peeps the other night.
my stance is not only would i do exactly what this guy did, but if i got stopped at the light there is no way you're getting in my car where my wife and kid are.
it turns into video game mode; im going back and forth taking out every damn motorcycle i can.
thats why you buy a range rover.
How are the Red Sox the lesser of 2 evils? They knocked us out of the playoffs 3 times in the last 10 years. We play the Dodgers 4 times a year in the regular season. **** Boston.
But you when you buy a house for 100-150K you have to live in the city where the house is located.
I'm with you. I wouldn't be a slave to a crappy job I hate to live here. But, all things being equal, if I make $X, am happy doing X and I can live anywhere on $X, I'll choose South OC 100 out of 100 times
Along with Pitino and Coach K those are the best coaches in college basketball. Until Stevens went to the Celts that is.
To your point, UCLA is definitely a top 5 job in CBB. The program was a mess though so the big guys said no. Wouldn't be surprised if SC experiences the same thing.
Starting times and last minute scheduling are factors. Another factor is the increased number of teams that make the playoffs. Because the Angels reached the playoffs five times in six years, tickets became more affordable on the secondary market. Even the 2009 ALCS was pretty affordable. If the Angels miss the playoffs for the next 12 years, 2026 will be a tough ticket, just like 2002.
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