The chess tournament was fun, even though I didn't do exceptionally well. I played four games, winning only one. There was a lot of stiff competition but it was a good experience. The wife was wonderful; a real trooper who stuck by my side through a very long day and she picked me up when I felt down about losing. All told, I played a little tight, at the beginning, but loosened up throughout the day. I learned a lot about tournament play, which bodes well for future competitions. Ellice and I also spent a good amount of time walking and talking between matches, which was really cool.
It seems that I captured one thing at the tournament even if it wasn't a ribbon; a cold. And not a cold like Ellice means 'a cold', but an honest to goodness coughing, stuffy head cold. Fortunately it didn't really kick in until after the waterpark (probably contributed). The waterpark was a thrill and a bargain.
Work's a drag, but there is an end in site thanks to my wonderful, understanding wife, who is allowing me to change careers- from Tech support agent to substitute teacher, probably the most noble of professions. I had to include that as everyone who would possibly read this blog has been one; don't let it ever be said that I don't know my audience.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
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yeah substititues are cool.
Very, very cool. And they become teachers, which is even more cool. Do you have a 'quitting date?'
Yes. The magical, wondrous, fantabulous, magnifico, magnimous, anonymous, unanimous date is (drumroll.....) October 1!!
We have a countdown on our whiteboard; I'm really excited.
which jsut happens to be our aniversary so that works out well I don't think I have to get him a present
Genius plan. As always.
Keep your chin up, Brad...Oct. 1 isn't that far away!
Even the family, :-), is praying to get your through to the big change over day! Just think what interesting and fun things await you around that bend?
Papa Chick
And then he got really sick and died and stopped posting. The end.
(Pssst. Where are you?)
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