Nathan and Ryan received their second, and final, soccer reffing checks in the mail yesterday. “How much are you expecting?” I asked. “A lot,” was the answer I received from both. And a lot it was! Nathan’s check came to $210 and Ryan’s came in at $164. But as nice as those numbers are, if you are not keeping track of what it is you are owed, you run the risk of not getting paid for the time you worked. The only way the…
Nathan and his friend, Jayson, were making themselves a snack yesterday afternoon. We started chatting about the math test that Nathan had studied for the night before. He’s taking pre-calculus and has been having a little difficulty making connections between some of the concepts. This was a big test for him and he was describing some of the problems. That’s when Jayson made a comment about how he finally turned his grades around because he found a purpose. Normally, I would have…
I had the pleasure of sitting in the passenger seat while Nathan drove me and Ryan into Sacramento. We were headed for a tour of the Capitol as something to do while John’s parents were visiting. Since we sold the Suburban last year, taking two cars has come up a number of times. I noticed how smoothly Nathan accelerated each time the light turned green. So smooth I had to look out the window to make sure we were actually…
I was talking to Nathan yesterday as he headed off to ref five soccer games. Reffing soccer is good money. Depending on how many other refs are involved in the game (there can be up to three), he could easily make $100. That’s a lot of gas and burger money for a teenager. “I was thinking about which was worse,” Nathan started. “Running a 3K race or reffing a soccer game.” I wasn’t surprised that either of those choices was…
So I’ve noticed the last several times I’ve done a load of laundry, that Nathan’s shirts are always turned inside out. I have this thing about reversing clothes and socks. I don’t do it. If either the boys or John take off their socks inside out, they get washed inside out and folded inside out. Same with shirts, underwear, shorts… They don’t like it when I do that, so they’re careful about how they take off their clothes. But having…