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Today, I bought a new desk from IKEA.
I had been a big fan of IKEA. I've never gone crazy, but my twin bookshelves are from their Houston and Round Rock stores. If a new person to Austin needs furniture, among others, I suggest IKEA. Today's shopping experience left me disenchanted with IKEA. I'll save the details for another day but it was the longest evening I've experienced in quite some time.
After a few hours, I was able to assemble both the desk and the matching drawer unit and all in all, I'm glad I made the purchase. The old desk I was using was simply too small for my requirements. My laptop fit onto it and not too much more.
I was wanting to add some matching features to the desk, but alas, IKEA's idea of availability leaves my heart still wanting.
The new apartment is one step closer to being a home.
I've been holding back on posting about this, but I just can't anymore. On Friday, Vanessa received a call from Meals on Wheels and More of Austin offering her a job! She formally accepted the offer today and so now everything is official.
She has an apartment, a roommate, a job, a boyfriend. What else is there? ;-)
Yay!
Are you annoyed at the endlesss "pre-approved" credit card offers that flood your mailbox?
I am.
For awhile, I was writing "remove from list" and sending the application back to them in their postage-paid envelopes, but that was still leading to a ton of paper waste, extra mail through the USPS and my time.
I ran across a site, optoutprescreen.com, that is legit—endorsed by the FTC—that will register you with the three major credit bureaus.
Through the site, you can either opt-out for five years or forever. Hopefully, it'll work. I receive two or three offers a day.
A story in today's Austin American-Statesman pointed out something I didn't realize: this weekend, the Republic of Texas Bike Rally and the Austin Pride Parade, celebrating gay, lesbian and transgendered folks, are both holding their celebrations in Austin.
When I say "bike rally", I mean big Harley-Davidson-riding, leather-wearing bikers.
In any other city, it would probably be a big problem since, from what I understand, bikers aren't the most pro-gay demographic group in the world. I suppose the two groups are mostly mutually-exclusive so who would have noticed the conflict? ::wink:: The newspaper article is interesting as it also adds that gay bikers do not believe they could be fully open as homosexual among other bikers.
CNN carried a story today about a 21-year old German guy who wanted to visit his girlfriend in Sydney, Australia but typed "Sidney" into a travel website instead.
The guy found himself in Sidney, Montana.
""I did wonder but I didn't want to say anything," the gentleman told a newspaper. "I thought to myself, you can fly to Australia via the United States."
Classic.
After tonight's little brawl, the NBA slowly start earning the nickname the "megasport". This game, they combined a ball, a court, with some freestyle boxing. I heard next week they're going to suit up in full pads and see who can kick the ball into the goal.
I'm just completely blown away. There are plenty of players out there just trying to play the game like men, but the few who act like this give me a taste in my mouth like that of the 1994 MLB strike.
It should be about the game. Sure, there's a lot of other stuff attached to professional sports, but the concept of sport should prevail. This foul-turned-10-player-ejection is just beyond all understanding. They're professionals! If I went into work and lost control like those players did tonight, I doubt I would have a job.
Speaking of, I need to head in early tomorrow so bed for now.
There is not more for me to say, as the article and the videos say it all.
From Sports Illustrated, by Rick Reilly:
I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.
Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars — all in the same day.
Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?
And what has Rick done for his father? Not much — except save his life.
This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.
"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life," Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an institution."
But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told. "There's nothing going on in his brain."
"Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.
Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!" And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that."
Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for two weeks."
That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!"
And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.
"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.
Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"
How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.
Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?
Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way," he says. Dick does it purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.
This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 — only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.
"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the Century."
And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago."
So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.
Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.
That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.
"The thing I'd most like," Rick types, "is that my dad would sit in the chair and I would push him once."
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