Author: Jason

My boss, Bill, announced his retirement today. But this time, unlike when Hans-Juergen left, there is no backfill and our team is splitting up. Some folks are going to CLCA to work on AHI. Basically our data analytics department to work on a customer health score and resulting improvement plans. The rest of us (me included) will keep up in our current capacity and report direct to our VP. So, there it is. Org change at its finest.

stocks have been reeling based on Trump’s announced tariffs. The upheaval and uncertainty over our global future is mind boggling. enormous sums of money evaporated overnight. and then again and again. Too late to sell now.

I’m ready to start swimming again. I can feel the itch coming back around. I bought some fins and new googles, some hair conditioner and a mesh bag to tote my wet stuff around. It’s time to start swimming again. I’m gonna master this kick turn if it’s the last thing I do

mustard gas release

flowery pixie dust stains

stigmas sticky sex

countdown to spring break has begun. thank god I’m not chaperoning this year. 3 boys in one room. Very suspect adult supervision from one of the moms. I’ve warned him. All you can drink Tequila and cerveza in the hot sun doesn’t mix! Please don’t fuck around Jules. Mexican justice is no joke. You’ve seen first hand me getting pulled over and having to pay multiple bribes in a single drive down to the beach. and i wasn’t even speeding. a bunch of 18 year olds being stupid on spring break is like shooting fish in a barrel as they say.

Genetics sure are a funny thing. Proud papa moment with Jules for his senior prom.

got back last night from a busy trip to Austin. Saw Sophia on the way in and out. Was pretty sad. No real way to sugar coat it. But such is the nature of rehab. It’s reality unplugged. I got in right at the end of visitation time so clumps of families were dispersed amongst the grounds. We found a spot of shade to beat the heat and she began to talk. It kills me to write what she said but I need to be true. She thinks she’s a maggot inside of an apple. Rotting out all she touches. I said ‘no babe’. You are an apple. The apple of my eye. A sweet delicious apple that has a bruise or two. We all do. Got to learn to eat around the bad part. Or heck, take a bite out of it for that matter. I love you so much Sophia 🍎

It’s the Junior Senior wars at Roswell High School. Jules has been away at the lake so technically, Steph and I got hit. Woke up on this blissful Sunday morning to rolls of teepee streaming down the branches of our hornbeams, service berries, junipers and yucca. They even had a signature move with mustard squirted on the paper. I checked the cameras and saw they hit us right at 11. Three of them. Lucky we were already in bed. When I shared the screen shot with Jules he simply said,“Girls?!?!?!?”

Remy ran away from home today. It was my fault. I kinda kicked him out. For shitting on the floor, again. Still, I lost my own shit and that isn’t cool. Thank god he was found and cared for and driven back, hand delivered. Remy and I have since made up but I am in the proverbial “dog house” given my over reaction.