Uber has increased its bonus for new drivers to $690! It was at $500 previously. New drivers who use my referral link will earn $690 in the first month, assuming you follow certain
guidelines for number of rides given.
UBER LINK: https://partners.uber.com/i/christopherm41727ue
Lyft has decreased its bonus to $700 (it was $750), but that's still more than Uber. If you use my referral link and give 85 rides in the first 30 days,
you'll make at least $700.
LYFT LINK: https://www.lyft.com/drivers/CHRIS746744
TIP: For the best chance at reaching the bonus threshold, sign up
for one service first (Uber or Lyft). Drive with that company
EXCLUSIVELY until you hit the bonus. Then sign up for the other
rideshare company and repeat. Once you reach both bonuses, ONLY THEN
should you drive for both simultaneously.
Tuesday, December 03, 2019
Friday, July 05, 2019
Earn Extra Money in Dallas-Fort Worth
TIP: For the best chance at reaching the bonus threshold, sign up for one service first (Uber or Lyft). Drive with that company EXCLUSIVELY until you hit the bonus. Then sign up for the other rideshare company and repeat. Once you reach both bonuses, ONLY THEN should you drive for both simultaneously.
I've been picking up some extra money by driving for Uber and Lyft. My goal is to make $100 a day, and that has been fairly easy. I go out for a couple of hours in the morning, before my wife and son wake up. Then drive again for a few hours in the evening. I've added some income to pay for summer travel, plus enjoyed great conversations and explored the city.
If you live in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, use my codes and give it a shot. You and I will both get a little something extra this way.
For Uber, new drivers who use my referral link (at the time of this post) will earn $500 in the first month, assuming you follow certain guidelines for number of rides given.
UBER LINK: https://partners.uber.com/i/christopherm41727ue
As for Lyft, they're guaranteeing even more for new drivers as of July 5th. If you use my referral link and give 85 rides in the first 30 days, you'll make at least $750.
LYFT LINK: https://www.lyft.com/drivers/CHRIS746744
It's pretty simple to drive for both services simultaneously. After I get a ping on Lyft and accept it, I just turn off my Uber app, and vice versa. Only once have I had to cancel a ride due to pings on both apps at the same exact time.
Send me a tweet if you have any questions. My referral codes may help you in other cities, but dollar amounts could be different.
Sunday, December 09, 2018
Father of Three
I'm a father of three.
But I can't always bring myself to say that.
When someone asks me if Austin's my only child, it's easier to just say yes. But every time I do that, I fail to bring honor to my other kids.
Only when I get to know someone do I give a truthful and honorable answer. I have three kids.
Cassie and I lost our first baby in February 2015. After trying for two years, finally getting pregnant, and then suffering that loss, the pain was beyond awful. All of the joy as a first-time parent was quickly replaced with hurt.
We weren't able to find out the baby's sex, so we picked Angel as a gender neutral name. Still, we both had a gut feeling our first child was a girl, so we always use female pronouns when we reference her. Sometimes, we follow that with a "sorry if we're wrong, Angel," just in case there's a boy waiting on us in Heaven. In that case, we have to think he'll forgive us!
We got pregnant again in July 2015. That started off as a very reluctant happiness. For a long time, I was too afraid to get fully invested. I kept a journal with Angel, writing to her regularly. I couldn't bring myself to do that this time.
As it got later and later, of course, it was easier to think that everything was going to be okay this time. This baby was healthy and strong. Austin was born on March 11, 2016. He's two and a half years old now, and amazing in every way. Smart, sweet and wonderful.
About two years later, we decided to start trying to add to our family. On August 31st, Cassie surprised me by coming up to my office with Austin dressed in a "world's coolest big brother" t-shirt.
Much like with Austin at first, I had a somewhat reluctant joy. I can only imagine that's natural for any parent that's suffered through a miscarriage previously. But as time passed, I started to get more and more confident that everything would be fine.
We started talking more and more with Austin about the baby growing in Mommy's belly. We regularly asked if he wanted a baby brother or a baby sister, to which he'd almost always answer "a doggy" with a smile. Before eating, he'd say "thank you Jesus for our food, and our family, and the baby."
We saw this baby's beautiful heart flutter at the eight-week appointment. Just like with Angel and Austin, it was strong. Everything was perfect.
It was getting close to the time where we'd tell everyone. My grandfather died on September 23rd, and we let the news slip to a few members of our extended family at the funeral. Mainly because they asked or sensed something was up. We didn't want to lie, and figured some good news would be welcome during that time.
But only a short time later, just short of 10 weeks, Cassie started to get the sense that something was wrong. Her instincts turned out to be right.
She made an appointment with her OB/GYN, and the doctor was unable to find a heartbeat. With Angel, Cassie had to learn the terrible news alone in an emergency room. This time, I was with her at the doctor's office. I was able to hold her hand tightly, and we were able to face the reality together. The five or six hours it took for me to get home from a work trip in Lake Charles when we lost Angel were some of the longest of my life.
Chromosomal testing allowed us to learn the gender this time, and we learned it was a girl. Cassie and I decided to name our baby Hope Hazel Mycoskie. The situation and timing played a big role in that choice. Despite the miscarriage, we know the Lord has plans to prosper us and not harm us, to give us HOPE and a future. We have this HOPE as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. Cassie was also incredibly blessed by members of the Hope Mommies Dallas Chapter. And with Grandpa Bernie passing away during this time, we've been thinking a lot about Grandma Hazel. As it turns out, she was able to embrace her husband and her new great grandchild within days of each other.
With Hope, the aftermath of loss has been different than with Angel. We hurt just as much, but there's no time to mourn when a two-year old needs constant attention. Only in the quiet moments after he goes to sleep do I have much of a chance to think about Hope. I think about how far along Cassie would be right now, how big her belly would be, and what we'd be doing to get ready.
The grieving is also more specific. With Angel, we mourned a baby of unknown gender. With Hope, we are suffering the loss of a daughter.
There's one particular moment I started day dreaming about from the moment we found out that Cassie was pregnant. Austin walking into the hospital room and meeting his new sibling for the first time. While that still could happen with another baby later, he'll have to wait to meet Hope.
I've come to believe in a concept called the age of understanding. As Dr. John Piper put it, God "does not condemn those who did not have the mental capacities to put their faith in Him." He will welcome those souls into His kingdom. I believe this to be the case for all unborn babies, including Angel and Hope, as well as all children that have been miscarried or have been victims of abortion.
It will probably always be tough to say I have three children. The questions about kids are usually small talk. Nobody wants the truth in those moments. Just like when someone asks how you're doing. 99.99% of the time, you just say you're fine and move along. Don't tell them you're worried, hurting or troubled.
But three ultrasound pictures hang on our mantle. We will continue to talk to Austin about Angel and Hope. How we pray constantly that He will grow close to God and accept Christ as his savior, so he can join them (and us) in heaven. Our grandmothers and grandfathers are with those sweet babies right now, but more importantly, they're with Jesus for eternity.
But I can't always bring myself to say that.
When someone asks me if Austin's my only child, it's easier to just say yes. But every time I do that, I fail to bring honor to my other kids.
Only when I get to know someone do I give a truthful and honorable answer. I have three kids.
Cassie and I lost our first baby in February 2015. After trying for two years, finally getting pregnant, and then suffering that loss, the pain was beyond awful. All of the joy as a first-time parent was quickly replaced with hurt.
We weren't able to find out the baby's sex, so we picked Angel as a gender neutral name. Still, we both had a gut feeling our first child was a girl, so we always use female pronouns when we reference her. Sometimes, we follow that with a "sorry if we're wrong, Angel," just in case there's a boy waiting on us in Heaven. In that case, we have to think he'll forgive us!
We got pregnant again in July 2015. That started off as a very reluctant happiness. For a long time, I was too afraid to get fully invested. I kept a journal with Angel, writing to her regularly. I couldn't bring myself to do that this time.
As it got later and later, of course, it was easier to think that everything was going to be okay this time. This baby was healthy and strong. Austin was born on March 11, 2016. He's two and a half years old now, and amazing in every way. Smart, sweet and wonderful.
About two years later, we decided to start trying to add to our family. On August 31st, Cassie surprised me by coming up to my office with Austin dressed in a "world's coolest big brother" t-shirt.
Much like with Austin at first, I had a somewhat reluctant joy. I can only imagine that's natural for any parent that's suffered through a miscarriage previously. But as time passed, I started to get more and more confident that everything would be fine.
We started talking more and more with Austin about the baby growing in Mommy's belly. We regularly asked if he wanted a baby brother or a baby sister, to which he'd almost always answer "a doggy" with a smile. Before eating, he'd say "thank you Jesus for our food, and our family, and the baby."
We saw this baby's beautiful heart flutter at the eight-week appointment. Just like with Angel and Austin, it was strong. Everything was perfect.
It was getting close to the time where we'd tell everyone. My grandfather died on September 23rd, and we let the news slip to a few members of our extended family at the funeral. Mainly because they asked or sensed something was up. We didn't want to lie, and figured some good news would be welcome during that time.
But only a short time later, just short of 10 weeks, Cassie started to get the sense that something was wrong. Her instincts turned out to be right.
She made an appointment with her OB/GYN, and the doctor was unable to find a heartbeat. With Angel, Cassie had to learn the terrible news alone in an emergency room. This time, I was with her at the doctor's office. I was able to hold her hand tightly, and we were able to face the reality together. The five or six hours it took for me to get home from a work trip in Lake Charles when we lost Angel were some of the longest of my life.
Chromosomal testing allowed us to learn the gender this time, and we learned it was a girl. Cassie and I decided to name our baby Hope Hazel Mycoskie. The situation and timing played a big role in that choice. Despite the miscarriage, we know the Lord has plans to prosper us and not harm us, to give us HOPE and a future. We have this HOPE as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. Cassie was also incredibly blessed by members of the Hope Mommies Dallas Chapter. And with Grandpa Bernie passing away during this time, we've been thinking a lot about Grandma Hazel. As it turns out, she was able to embrace her husband and her new great grandchild within days of each other.
With Hope, the aftermath of loss has been different than with Angel. We hurt just as much, but there's no time to mourn when a two-year old needs constant attention. Only in the quiet moments after he goes to sleep do I have much of a chance to think about Hope. I think about how far along Cassie would be right now, how big her belly would be, and what we'd be doing to get ready.
The grieving is also more specific. With Angel, we mourned a baby of unknown gender. With Hope, we are suffering the loss of a daughter.
There's one particular moment I started day dreaming about from the moment we found out that Cassie was pregnant. Austin walking into the hospital room and meeting his new sibling for the first time. While that still could happen with another baby later, he'll have to wait to meet Hope.
I've come to believe in a concept called the age of understanding. As Dr. John Piper put it, God "does not condemn those who did not have the mental capacities to put their faith in Him." He will welcome those souls into His kingdom. I believe this to be the case for all unborn babies, including Angel and Hope, as well as all children that have been miscarried or have been victims of abortion.
It will probably always be tough to say I have three children. The questions about kids are usually small talk. Nobody wants the truth in those moments. Just like when someone asks how you're doing. 99.99% of the time, you just say you're fine and move along. Don't tell them you're worried, hurting or troubled.
But three ultrasound pictures hang on our mantle. We will continue to talk to Austin about Angel and Hope. How we pray constantly that He will grow close to God and accept Christ as his savior, so he can join them (and us) in heaven. Our grandmothers and grandfathers are with those sweet babies right now, but more importantly, they're with Jesus for eternity.
Saturday, September 29, 2018
Eulogy for my grandfather, Dr. Bernard John Mycoskie
Saturday night, the Rangers lost their 89th game of the season, 13-NOTHING to Seattle.
After that, Grandpa said, "I've had enough." He died early Sunday morning.
He and I bonded over the Rangers.
One memory stands out above them all.
It’s not going to Port Charlotte for spring training, splitting time between the ballpark and Palm Island resort.
It’s not Grandpa using his influence to land me the best job on the planet for a 16-year old kid, bat boy in a big league clubhouse.
It’s not seeing him run around with beer and champagne like a 20-year old rookie when the Rangers won their first division championship in club history.
And it’s not when I was working for ESPN Radio, trying to be a serious sports journalist and do interviews in the clubhouse. It was hard to do that when Grandpa wanted to walk me around and introduce me to ballplayers. "This is my grandson. He's a reporter! Do you want to ask him something, Chris?"
My favorite day at the ballpark was in June of 2005.
I was living in Monroe, Louisiana, and had fallen hard for this girl. I brought Cassie home to Arlington to meet Dad and Diane, and also to go to a ballgame with Grandpa.
Like he did with a lot of my friends when I brought them into town, he wanted to give a behind-the-scenes tour of the ballpark. So we went off to do that before first pitch.
He could tell I was in love, and he wanted to make this tour extra special. We must have seen every square inch of the stadium, and been introduced to nearly every employee. We saw the locker rooms, batting cages… of course the training room and his plaque… the press box, scoreboard, public address, all of the restaurants... EVERYTHING!
By the time we got back to our seats, it was the SEVENTH INNING!
So for Cassie's first game, she saw about two and a half innings of baseball.
Fast forward to December 2010. Cassie and I were living in Baton Rouge. I had gone back to school, and just finished my degree. Cassie was in a job she HATED.
So we decided to leave, and move back to Arlington, on a hope and a prayer that we'd find something around here.
Phil and Diane were set to take us in, but then my dad calls me and says he heard Grandpa wanted us to move in with him.
So I called Grandpa up, and told him I had heard about that and would love to stay at his place. That sounded great.
There was a pause for a few seconds, then I heard, "Chris, I'm sorry about this… but I was kidding."
I think Dad and Aunt Suz twisted his arm a bit, telling him it may be a good thing to have some company and some help. So later that night he called back and apologized, and asked us to move in with him.
We were penniless. He gave us shelter, bought all of our food. So incredibly generous. Never said a word about it, until I finally got my first paycheck, when he made a crack about me finally paying for some groceries.
And we got to spend so much time together. Sharing meals, watching ballgames, and taking him to serve at Mission Arlington.
Cassie never met Grandma, but got to know her by living there. Grandpa talked about her all the time, showed Cassie so many pictures, and told her about the different aspects of the house that Grandma designed.
We ended up staying there for six months. I wish it could have been longer. But the commute back and forth to my job in Frisco was getting really difficult, plus Cassie and I knew we wanted to start a family soon. Living upstairs at Grandpa's may not have been the easiest set-up for a baby.
I was watching Senator John McCain’s funeral earlier this month, listening to President George W. Bush's eulogy. When I heard this, I thought it applied perfectly to Grandpa as well.
“Some lives are so vivid; it is difficult to imagine them ended. Some voices are so vibrant; it is hard to think of them stilled."
Today, Grandpa's basking in the glory of our Lord and Savior.
As much as he loved to tell stories here, he eventually ran out of them, and we starting hearing repeats.
Now that he's spending eternity with Jesus Christ, I can only imagine the amazing new stories he'll have to tell when his fellow believers join him there.
He and I bonded over the Rangers.
One memory stands out above them all.
It’s not going to Port Charlotte for spring training, splitting time between the ballpark and Palm Island resort.
It’s not Grandpa using his influence to land me the best job on the planet for a 16-year old kid, bat boy in a big league clubhouse.
It’s not seeing him run around with beer and champagne like a 20-year old rookie when the Rangers won their first division championship in club history.
And it’s not when I was working for ESPN Radio, trying to be a serious sports journalist and do interviews in the clubhouse. It was hard to do that when Grandpa wanted to walk me around and introduce me to ballplayers. "This is my grandson. He's a reporter! Do you want to ask him something, Chris?"
My favorite day at the ballpark was in June of 2005.
I was living in Monroe, Louisiana, and had fallen hard for this girl. I brought Cassie home to Arlington to meet Dad and Diane, and also to go to a ballgame with Grandpa.
Like he did with a lot of my friends when I brought them into town, he wanted to give a behind-the-scenes tour of the ballpark. So we went off to do that before first pitch.
He could tell I was in love, and he wanted to make this tour extra special. We must have seen every square inch of the stadium, and been introduced to nearly every employee. We saw the locker rooms, batting cages… of course the training room and his plaque… the press box, scoreboard, public address, all of the restaurants... EVERYTHING!
By the time we got back to our seats, it was the SEVENTH INNING!
So for Cassie's first game, she saw about two and a half innings of baseball.
Fast forward to December 2010. Cassie and I were living in Baton Rouge. I had gone back to school, and just finished my degree. Cassie was in a job she HATED.
So we decided to leave, and move back to Arlington, on a hope and a prayer that we'd find something around here.
Phil and Diane were set to take us in, but then my dad calls me and says he heard Grandpa wanted us to move in with him.
So I called Grandpa up, and told him I had heard about that and would love to stay at his place. That sounded great.
There was a pause for a few seconds, then I heard, "Chris, I'm sorry about this… but I was kidding."
I think Dad and Aunt Suz twisted his arm a bit, telling him it may be a good thing to have some company and some help. So later that night he called back and apologized, and asked us to move in with him.
We were penniless. He gave us shelter, bought all of our food. So incredibly generous. Never said a word about it, until I finally got my first paycheck, when he made a crack about me finally paying for some groceries.
And we got to spend so much time together. Sharing meals, watching ballgames, and taking him to serve at Mission Arlington.
Cassie never met Grandma, but got to know her by living there. Grandpa talked about her all the time, showed Cassie so many pictures, and told her about the different aspects of the house that Grandma designed.
We ended up staying there for six months. I wish it could have been longer. But the commute back and forth to my job in Frisco was getting really difficult, plus Cassie and I knew we wanted to start a family soon. Living upstairs at Grandpa's may not have been the easiest set-up for a baby.
I was watching Senator John McCain’s funeral earlier this month, listening to President George W. Bush's eulogy. When I heard this, I thought it applied perfectly to Grandpa as well.
“Some lives are so vivid; it is difficult to imagine them ended. Some voices are so vibrant; it is hard to think of them stilled."
Today, Grandpa's basking in the glory of our Lord and Savior.
As much as he loved to tell stories here, he eventually ran out of them, and we starting hearing repeats.
Now that he's spending eternity with Jesus Christ, I can only imagine the amazing new stories he'll have to tell when his fellow believers join him there.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
ASN Ceasing Operations
Many of you have sent notes, making sure I saw stories about American Sports Network's demise during my busy week at the basketball tournament. We found out a few days before it hit the wires thanks to Jeff Watts. They had some awesome people, and I hate the shutdown most for those men and women. Here's hoping their next opportunity is an even better one. I enjoyed working with them behind the scenes, and appreciated their trust in letting me in front of the camera from time to time.
Although ASN is no longer an option, there are many good ones for Southland programming. I'll continue working to ensure great coverage for the league going forward. #SouthlandStrong
http://awfulannouncing.com/local-networks/american-sports-network-reportedly-cease-operation-end-month.html
Although ASN is no longer an option, there are many good ones for Southland programming. I'll continue working to ensure great coverage for the league going forward. #SouthlandStrong
http://awfulannouncing.com/local-networks/american-sports-network-reportedly-cease-operation-end-month.html
Monday, December 05, 2016
50 States Update - November 2018
State
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Chris
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Cassie
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Alabama
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Yes (LSU-Alabama game 2008)
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Yes (grandparents live there)
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Alaska
|
NO
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NO
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Arizona
|
Yes (Grand Canyon trip in high school)
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Yes (visited dad at Honeywell school)
|
Arkansas
|
Yes (Hot Springs and Little Rock trip in elementary school)
|
Yes
|
California
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Yes (San Francisco as newborn)
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Yes (Los Angeles trip in 2013)
|
Colorado
|
Yes (many ski trips as kid)
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Yes (visited friends as kid)
|
Connecticut
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NO
|
NO
|
Delaware
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NO
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NO
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Florida
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Yes (spring training trips as kid)
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Yes (Disney trip as kid)
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Georgia
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Yes (Atlanta Olympics 1996)
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Yes (Craig and Amy’s wedding)
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Hawaii
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NO
|
NO
|
Idaho
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Yes (sunrise in Coeur d'Alene during UCA-EWU playoff trip in Dec. 2016)
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NO
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Illinois
|
Yes (Rangers road trip to Comiskey as kid)
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Yes (visit to Cyn and Chapman)
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Indiana
|
Yes (Notre Dame Summer 2018)
|
Yes (same)
|
Iowa
|
Yes (accepted job at WOI sight unseen in 2000)
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NO
|
Kansas
|
Yes (Mizzou-kansas basketball game in 1999)
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NO
|
Kentucky
|
NO
|
NO
|
Louisiana
|
Yes (drove through a lot as kid, but may not have stayed overnight until I visited James Adair in 2003)
|
Yes (born in Baton Rouge)
|
Maine
|
Yes (Lobster and Portland Head Light 2012)
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Yes (same trip)
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Maryland
|
Yes (Orioles game 1995)
|
Yes (lunch during DC trip 2013)
|
Massachusetts
|
Yes (Emerson College visit, Red Sox game 1997)
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Yes (New England trip 2012)
|
Michigan
|
Yes (South Haven Summer 2018)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
Minnesota
|
Yes (2014)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
Mississippi
|
Yes (Vicksburg cemetery 1996)
|
Yes
|
Missouri
|
Yes (College visit 1997)
|
Yes (Mizzou-Miami OH game 2011)
|
Montana
|
Yes (Incarnate Word-Montana State game 2018)
|
NO
|
Nebraska
|
Yes (TCU-Nebraska game with Kevin 2000)
|
NO
|
Nevada
|
Yes (Las Vegas 30th b-day)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
New Hampshire
|
Yes (Dartmouth 2012)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
New Jersey
|
Yes (flew into Newark on NYC trip with mom)
|
NO
|
New Mexico
|
Yes (Santa Fe trip as kid)
|
Yes
|
New York
|
Yes (Baseball HOF trip with dad as kid)
|
Yes (New Year’s Eve trip)
|
North Carolina
|
Yes (Biltmore visit pre-Craig and Amy’s wedding)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
North Dakota
|
Yes (2014)
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Yes (same trip)
|
Ohio
|
Yes (Cleveland and Canton trip with mom)
|
NO
|
Oklahoma
|
Yes (several times as kid)
|
Yes
|
Oregon
|
Yes (summer 2015)
|
YES (same trip)
|
Pennsylvania
|
Yes (honeymoon)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
Rhode Island
|
Yes (New England trip 2012, visited Brown)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
South Carolina
|
Yes (Clemson driving range pre-Craig and Amy’s wedding)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
South Dakota
|
Yes (2014)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
Tennessee
|
Yes (Memphis St. Jude’s trip 2004)
|
Yes (Opryland as kid)
|
Texas
|
Yes (born here)
|
Yes
|
Utah
|
Yes (ski trips)
|
Yes (Blake and Heather’s wedding)
|
Vermont
|
Yes (New England trip 2012, quick stop for coffee/tea)
|
Yes (same trip)
|
Virginia
|
Yes (Arlington National Cemetery as kid)
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Yes (DC trip 2013)
|
Washington
|
Yes (Rangers-Mariners trip as kid)
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Yes (summer 2015)
|
West Virginia
|
NO
|
NO
|
Wisconsin
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Yes (flew in, toured Miller Park before Chicago visit)
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Yes (same trip)
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Wyoming
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Yes (summer 2015)
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Yes (same trip)
|
STATES REMAINING
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6
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13
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Friday, June 17, 2016
Not My First Father's Day
My wife and I lost our first child. We’re not exactly sure
when (although we have been told the baby measured at eight weeks and five
days), but we found out about a week short of the first trimester ending.
An ultrasound showed there was not a heartbeat. It was February
28, 2015, and I was on my way back home from working a basketball game in Lake
Charles, Louisiana. When she told me the news, I had the most terrible
sensation overcome my entire body. I felt like I was on fire from the inside
out. I was on the verge of bawling and throwing up at the same time.
Cassie woke me up in early January 2015 and handed me a
positive pregnancy test. After two years of us trying to have a baby, it had
finally happened. And I immediately fell in love with that child. Instantly, I
loved that baby more than anything on this planet. In the weeks that followed,
I talked to the baby every night that I was home. I filled many pages of a
journal, writing letters I hoped he or she would enjoy reading some day. Every
entry was signed “Love, Dad.”
 |
| Journal Entry |
Over the weeks following the miscarriage, I had constant
“flash forwards.” I kept thinking of all those moments I wanted to share with that
child. I saw a faceless person grow up in my mind, imagining events that
included birthdays and graduations, plus little moments of us laughing
together.
Cassie and I grew tired of calling the baby “he or she” or
“it.” No matter what happened in the future, whether we aren’t able to have any
other kids or if we have 15, this baby will always be our first. And since it
was too soon to know if the baby was a boy or a girl, Cassie suggested Angel.
Angel Mycoskie. Perfect.
 |
| Eight-week ultrasound: Only time we saw Angel's heart beating |
On Father’s Day 2015, I celebrated my dad and grandfathers.
But it was easily the toughest day for me in the immediate aftermath of losing
our baby. Hearing “Happy Father’s Day” over and over again at church was really
difficult. Right after the first song, I completely lost it. Big ugly cry.
At that point, Cassie would have been six months pregnant. Had
Angel still been in the womb, it would have been a very different day. No doubt
most everyone I came across that morning would be referring to the upcoming birth
and how excited I must be on Father’s Day. “So close!” “The baby’s almost here!”
Instead, when people turned to me and said “Happy Father’s Day” during the
service, I found it hard to reciprocate.
This Father’s Day will be very different. I will hold my
three-month old baby boy, Austin Thomas Mycoskie, in my arms. I will kiss his beautiful
face over and over again. I’ll have a huge smile and he’ll smile back at me. It
will be an awesome Father’s Day, but it will not be my first as a dad.
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