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1) My eyes are greenish.

2) I have scars on my hands, from being an Aircraft mechanic.

3) I used to really enjoy running.

4) I have a 2-way cousin. (Our dads were brothers, Our Mom's were sisters.)

5) I'm of Norwegian, Scotch-Irish, Native American, and French Ancestory.

6) I grew up next to a Drive-In Theatre, we were provided with a speaker for several years.

7) I have one Sister, and a Step-Brother, and Step-Sister. (I don't consider them Steps)

8) I grew up poor enough to get the Free Lunch at school. (I never ate Lunch, I was ashamed.)

9) Much of my youth we used Food Stamps, Got the Surplus Government Cheese etc, and went to Food Banks.

10) I cannot stand snooty, or pretentious people.

11) When I was nine, I almost shot a Bald Eagle while rabbit hunting on San Juan Island. (The Eagle grabbed my rabbit, right before I pulled the trigger.)

12) I have four Uncles on my Dad's side.

13) I have three Aunts on my Mom's side. (I have only met one.)

14) I love Baseball.....Mariners/Nationals

15) I hate Basketball

16) I like College Football.....U-Dub!/Navy!

17) I like NFL....Seahawks!

18) I like Hockey......Canucks!

19) When I was a kid, without cable TV, we could basically only watch Canadian TV.

20) I grew up less than 20 miles from the Canadian Border.

Three Years

It's been about three years since I made the huge mistake of cheating on my wife. There were many factors that lead to my mistake. I say mistake, not to justify or minimize what I did. I say mistake because essentially it was a mistake. I yearned for things my wife was not offering to me. It wasn't sexual yearnings, it was emotional. I wanted someone to take interest in me, how my day went, concern when I didn't feel well. Things that everyone wants in a relationship. At the time my wife was not capable of providing me with these.

I am starting to wonder if she will ever let things move on. It seems that she still thinks about it regularly, and is convinced it will happen again. I understand how she feels, because she did the same thing to me nine years ago. But there has to come a time that you have to let it go. You have to concentrate on what the relationship is doing now, and the future. Living in the past only keeps the pain alive. I have made a promise to her and myself, that I would never get myself into a position again where I felt the need to find solace in the arms of another woman. I have done that. I don't go on the internet and talk to women. I don't go to bars, at all. If I do anything outside of the house it is either an errand, or I take the children to a park.

I don't want anyone but her. When she is having a good day I feel so in love with her. When she is having a bad day, I still love her.

I hate what I did almost as much as she does. Turning back time is not an option in this day and age, so I can't go back an undo what I did. All I can do is try to show her how much I love her.
The thing is she is constantly testing me. She says or does things to see how I'm going to answer or react. I've got news for you ladies out there in blogland 95% of the time guys cannot see through the question, and will say or do the wrong thing. Most men are cut and dry people. If you ask us a question we will give you OUR answer, not the one YOU are looking for.

This testing does not, has not, nor ever will work with me. If I love you I will show it. If I don't you will know it. You will know it because I won't pay any attention to you at all. I will give you answers in a monotone voice. I will tune you out in my head, so you sound like an adult in a Charlie Brown cartoon (Waa-waa, waa-waa, waa-waa.). You will not receive kisses, hugs, or gropes. YOU will know.

I love my wife, I just wish she would see it.

*Disclaimer: I know the damage caused is my fault. I realize I made this bed, and have to lie in it.

80 things about me

I figured everyone else is doing this thing...why not give it a try.

1) I was born and raised in Washington St.

2) I was a classic underacheiver in school.

3) I had sex for the first time at the age of 16.

4) I round-up my height to 6', in reality I'm 5'11 3/4"

5) I have gained approximately 35 lbs since I got out of the Navy.

6) I'm not happy about my weight gain.

7) I was my Grandpa's favorite Grandson.

8) My Grandpa died in 1990, I didn't go to his funeral.

9) I was offered Emergency Leave for my Grandpa's death, but chose to stay at my Duty Station.

10) I didn't want to go, and see Grandpa in a box.

11) I take anti-depressants to control anxiety.

12) My oldest child and I have a strained relationship.

13) Our relationship woes are my fault.

14) I love my oldest child with all of my heart, and would love to have a better relationship with him.

15) My Dad is my hero.

16) I wish I was my oldest son's hero.

17) I love the perfume smell that Cottonwood tree buds give off as they open up with new leaves.

18) My mom beat me ONE time as a child for stealing pennies from a penny jar in our house.

19) My Dad left us soon after, I thought it was my fault.

20) My Dad used to pull me out of school to go with him to California in his Semi-Truck.

21) I used to look down into people's cars as we passed them. (You wouldn't believe how many people drive naked)

22) I hated High School.

23) I sometimes wish I had stayed in the Navy.

24) I had an opportunity to become a Naval Officer under the Seaman to Admiral Program.

25) I didn't enter the program, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to pass the math test.

26) I kick myself in the ass regularly for not taking advantage of that opportunity.

27) I would like to write a novel someday.

28) I have a dry sense of humor.

29) I aquired a taste for British Comedy from my Maternal Grandmother.

30) I can always make my mom smile. (she gets my humor, or she humors me)

31) When I was 13 I walked up to my mom, and asked her what she thought about becoming a Grandmother.

32) My mom about shit herself, and then asked if I needed condoms, when I asked her the above question.

33) I was kicked out of my mom's house at the age of 14.

34) I was arrested for shoplifting, it was one of the reason I was kicked out.

35) Mom claims she never kicked me out.

36) I was

37) My stepdad killed my dog, he kicked it to death.

38) I found out years later that my stepdad had been physicaly abusing my mom.

39) I pleaded with my dad to go kick his ass, because I was over 3000 miles away.

40) I was married to my wife at the age of 20.

41) I have regretfully cheated on my wife.

42) I love my wife with all of my heart.

43) I will never cheat on her again, I couldn't stand to break her heart again.

44) My favorite color is Green.

45) I miss being out on the ocean.

46) I miss the friendships I made in the Navy.

47) My favorite candy is American Licorice Co. Red Ropes or Red Vines.

48) I will not knowingly eat an organ (Kidney, Tripe, Heart, or Liver)

49) My favorite food is Beef Stroganoff (With Ground Beef)

50) My school colors were Green And Gold

51) My favorite outdoors sport would be Salmon/Steelhead fishing.

52) I miss the mountains.

53) If I could, I would move back to Washington in a heartbeat.

54) My dream home would be a ranch.

55) I have no idea how to ride a horse.

56) My dream home is a Log House.

57) I like to grow my own vegetables.

58) I live in a deed-restricted subdivision, so no gardens.

59) I used to be able to tell you any type of tree by it's bark.

60) I'm writing these down as they pop in my head...can't you tell?

61) I have only played golf one time.

62) I spent more time waiting for the beer cart, than I did playing golf.

63) I struggle with religion.

64) I was baptized at the age of 25.

65) I rarely go to Church, when I do I feel like God knows I'm a fraud.

66) My wife and children go regularly.

67) I enjoy porn, wife used to.

68) I prefer the 70's type, or Amatuer.

69) What do you think? ;)

70) I was circumcised at the age of two, I still remember laying on the couch with a band around my noodle.

71) I used to joke and say the doctor's took too much off.

72) I am starting to gray around the temples.

73) When I was on Lexapro, I could not acheive a climax.

74) My Doctor thought this unusual, because it was not a side-effect associated with that particular drug.

75) Non-Drowsy type drugs, make me drowsy.

76) My knees have a constant ache these days. I attribute it to many years of abuse on the Flight Deck (Aircraft Carrier), and running up and down the ladders within the ship.

77) I hate to talk on the phone.

78) I enjoy reading people's thoughts, in their blogs.

79) My wife's grandfather stroked out in front of me.

80) I believe he died right there in the field, though they pulled the plug several days later.

Slumber

Today my wonderful wife did me a huge favor. She crept into our bedroom and turned my alarm off. I'm hoping it was because I was really tired, and not because she's mad. I'm going to take it as she loves me, and just wanted to do something nice.

I slept for well over nine hours, for me that's a treat.

Stung

As we were gathering our stuff to leave the park today, my oldest son broke out into a Funky Chicken dance. As he blasted by me in a jerky motion, I somehow deciphered that he had been stung by a bee. I told him to calm down, and let me look at it. The other kids found the culprit, a Hornet, as I looked him over. He was PISSED to say the least. Once he got over the initial shock he started to say "FFFFFFFFFFF" I started to smile a little and told him go ahead say it.

"I will give you one shot to say it, I'm sure you'll feel better."

"FFFFFFFFFFFFF.......no I better not, you'll get mad"

"No I won't, go ahead."

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU.................I can't."

"Here, I'll do it for you.....FUCK!"

"Daddy, what does Fuck mean?" (Three year old)

"Awww Crap, I forgot you were right there, don't ever say that word, it's bad."

"I'm going to tell Mom that you said a bad word."

"Who wants Ice Cream?"

"ME!!!!!" (A chorus of four)

"Who said a bad word?"

"You did!"

"Who WANTS Ice Cream?"

"ME!!!!!"

"Who said a bad word?"

"What bad word Daddy?"

"Never mind, let's go get some ice cream."

Cable Guys

I get home around 7:30 am everyday after working a twelve hour shift. I'm in bed by eight o'clock, and try to be up by around 12:30-1:00 pm. As you can tell, sleep is a precious resource for me. I crave it most of the time, and relish the way my bed feels when I lay in it.

Today I was awakened by the sound of drilling, men's voices, and a cable/wire being slapped around the wall of my bedroom. I didn't hear any screams, and heard my wife's voice speaking calmly to one of the men, so I figured the my shotgun could stay in it's hiding spot. I tried to go back to sleep, only to get jarred awake by the sound of my smoke alarms screeching their alerts. The sound didn't last long, so I tried once again to go back to sleep. Next thing I know, I hear one of the guys asking for access into my room to work. My wife, to my utter dismay, offers to wake and move me. I comply, and on my way out of the room one of the guys greets me. I must have given him the look of death, because I was in my oldest's room for maybe 30 seconds, when the work was mysteriously completed, and the Cable Guys were exiting my home. Apparently upon further review, it was decided that we only needed one phone in the house after all. (We have phone service through our cable TV company.)

I flopped onto my bed, and tried my hardest to fall asleep. Eventually I fell out, only to hear my alarm go off minutes later. The clock was promptly shut off, and came real close to receiving it's first flying lesson. I must have advanced the clock ahead by an hour, while trying to figure out how to turn off my alarm. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I thought I was really close to being late for work. So I rushed around the bathroom and bedroom gettting ready for my workday. I rushed myself into the kitchen and discovered that I was exactly one hour ahead of the rest of my time-zone.

As my Mom likes to say....Oh Well.

Bad Drivers

To the Bitch in the SUV,

Why did you feel the need to intimidate the driver in front of you? Why did you ride their bumper to try and get them out of your way? Are you so important that the rest of us mere mortals are just seen as annoyances to you?

I have to wonder if outside of that Monster vehicle of yours that you are just a timid mouse. I have to wonder what it is about getting behind the wheel that turns you into a monster that must have the right-of-way at all costs. Maybe it's because you feel invincible behind all that steel surrounding you as you drive. Did you wonder that while you might come out of an accident relatively unscathed, what would happen to the other vehicle? I really wish one of the local Cops would have witnessed you're maniacal driving today. I really wish you would have received a nice pricey ticket for your recklessness today.

I have to wonder why you need such a large vehicle for in the first place. You looked relatively young, and I didn't see any car seats. Is it just the prestige of owning an SUV? Or, do you really enjoy forking out your hard earned cash for the gas it takes to move that gas sucking pig down the road.

I hate you..............bitch.

TV News

I live in a pretty Hurricane prone area of the country. I lived through a couple of them last year, and have a pretty good understanding of what the folks in Texas are going through.

So why in the fuck do the LOCAL news stations feel the need to have live team coverage of Hurricane Rita damage in Texas and Louisiana? I guess they have to justify the fancy satellite linked trucks they own some way. It's not like there wasn't any news here in the local area or anything. One would figure a local station would just use coverage from the networks they belong to, but not these asswipes. These Pulitzer seekers are looking for that big story, they have to beat the other guy for advertising dollars. Why should they lead in with the most recent murder, when they have something the size of Rita to get all juiced about.

Speaking of those trucks, and the live broadcasts we all see everynight. Does anyone else find it a little amusing that an event may happen earlier in the day, and yet at 11:00 pm, or 5:00 am some schmuck is standing outside the event's location to give the story....with a live perspective? Umm....yeah, like this couldn't be done from the studio, right? Instead schmuck has to stand outside with the rest of the insects, to give Bonnie in the studio a real live statement.

Or how about the Dumbdick that just has to give the Hurricane report, while outside in the storm. I'm just waiting for one of these dildos to get his/her head cut off on live TV, when a sheet of plywood decides to fly into their current location.

One last gripe before I go:

Quit trying to scare us with a story, only to show us how you'll save us at the end, in a separate story.
An example would be like:
Rabid Dogs! have been found on Elm Street, we'll show you the exact block where the rabid dogs were found, and Reporter Fred will show you the warning signs of Hydrophobia, and where to get your animals vaccinated, later in the broadcast.

I hate Local News........................

Regrets?

I was listening to a local radio station on my home from work today. The subject was brought up of past regrets. The show wanted to know (and had shared their own) the one thing you regret most in your life.

I have several regrets, stuff that I have carried within for a long time. Some of my regrets are recent, but there is stuff that continues to haunt me from my past.

In 1981 I was a sixth grader, it was at the height of the Iranian Hostage Crisis. One of my classmates was an Iranian boy. For some reason I used to ask him 'How's the Ayatollah doing?' It used to get under his skin, and we would almost come to blows over it.- Mark S. I'm sorry that I was such an ignorant, mean spirited little prick. I don't know if it still affects you or not, but it weighs heavy on my heart that I harassed you.

In 1979-80 I was a fifth grader, one day we were playing on this piece of playground equipment that looked like a train. It was red, had metal wheels, and was basically monkey bars that looked cool. One day while playing on the train, one of the kids knocked me onto a steel platform. I don't know if it was deliberate or not, but it knocked the wind out of me. I spent several hours in the Nurses office under observation, because there was a mark next to my spine where a piece of raised metal was my landing point. I found out later that a boy named James was the one that caused my fall. We eventually ended up in a schoolyard fight after school. James and I were pretty evenly matched, but a friend of my Aunt came running and broke up the fight. As we were being separated I called James the 'N' word. That was the first, and last time I had ever called anyone that. I guess I said that because I had the adrenaline running, I was hurt, and I wanted to hurt James. That was also the last fight I was ever in. -James please forgive me for calling you a hateful name. You did not deserve it, I have wanted to apologize to you for saying that since the day after it happened. (We went to separate schools within the same district soon after, I never saw James again.)

Next month will be three years since I cheated on my wife. We were having some really rough times. Neither one of us were feeling loved by the other. We were fighting everyday, and nothing was being resolved. To make what I did all the more heinous, my wife was pregnant with our fourth child at the time. I had moved out in to various hotels. I was talking/writing to different women on the internet. I started looking at these women because I was actually looking for a woman for a co-worker. It turned out that several of them had the same interests, as me. Once we started talking I was hearing compliments, and just about everything I wanted to hear. I ended up getting a hotel room with a woman, after several drinks I had sex with her. I immediately felt guilt. Not only for what I did to my wife, but for what I did to my children. There is more to this story, that I'd rather not get into right now. But I will say that I didn't make it to my son's moment of birth. In fact I was right outside the room when it happened. That was the day I went back. I haven't done anything like that since. I also don't ever want to do that again. Our lives have really spun out of control since I came clean to her a month after I came back. I hurt her so bad. To this day it affects our relationship. No matter what I say or do, that still hangs over us like a black cloud.

-Mrs Molly, I have told you many times how sorry I am for hurting you so bad. I am very lucky that you let me back in after what I put you through. I promised, and continue to promise my devotion to you and our family. I know I have broken that trust we had between us. I know it's hard for you to believe me, but what I tell you is the truth. I have no desire, or inclination to ever commit another relationship outside the bounds of our marriage. I love you Mrs. Molly.

To go back to my first two regrets for a second. I am not a racist person. I don't think I was then either. If anything I was ignorant. I was ignorant that such words carried such a stigma that they could possibly affect a person for the rest of their life. Even if the word said didn't affect the intended victim, they still affected me. Because to this day, I think of the hurtful words I hurled at these two boys, and to this day I still feel the guilt. Do you have any regrets?

A Day at the Park

I woke up today around 12:30, but didn't actually roll out of the bed until around 1:20 pm. The thing is when I'm working, I don't get in be until around 8:00 am. So I average between four and five hours a 'night' of sleep. I'm constantly tired, and being tired all of the time sucks. But, we have to pay our bills, and this is job is the best job I could imagine getting.

Mrs. Molly was feeling quite poorly, so I took the three youngest to the park. The playground at the park has this zipline kind of thing. Basically it's a handle attached to a roller on a track. The three little ones love this thing. The little guy who is about 2 1/2. went for a ride today, and fell off at the end of the track, did a face plant into the sand, and came up grinning. He looked like a sugar cookie, sand all down his face. I asked him if he was ok, he replied "Yes, sand on me." I wiped him down, and he was ready for more. His older brother ended up doing the same thing. He four, and just as tough. The girl? She's old enough to hold on, and not fall. After awhile I got a little tired, hoisting those guys can get exhausting. So I sat down for awhile, and just watched the three of them play together. I wished I would have had a camera with me. They played pretty good together, sure I had to break up a few disagreements. But mostly, they got along very well.

This was the second day at this park. Both days I have seen this punk (white) kid stroll through the park trying to look 'bad'. Yesterday he tried to stare me down as he passed. I just stared back, wondering if he was carrying a weapon under that baggy shirt. He looked like the type that would pull a gun, rather than let himself get hit hurt in a real fight. Looking at this kid, and that's what he was, just maybe 14. I had to wonder what his parents thought of him. I wondered if his dad was in the picture. I wondered if dad was there, if dad even tried to discipline this little boy that tried to walk like a man. I would love thirty minutes with this kid, not to hurt or harm him. I just want to ask him the questions I just raised. I would love to find out why he feels the need to be 'thugged out'. Is he afraid? Is he in a gang? Are gangs in this city? Or, is he just living the lifestyle of a Thug Life because he idolizes the OG gangster rappers?

I'll never ask him any of these questions. Instead he and I will continue to eye each other as I place myself between him and my cubs.

General Orders

When I was in Boot Camp all those years ago, I was required to memorize the following:
1. To take charge of this post and all government property in view.

2. To walk my post in a military manner, keeping always on the alert and observing everything within sight or hearing.

3. To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce.

4. To repeat all calls from posts more distant from the guardhouse than my own.

5. To quit my post only when properly relieved.

6. To receive, obey, and pass on to the sentry who relieves me all orders from the Commanding Officer, Command Duty Officer, Officer of the Deck and officers and petty officers of the watch.

7. To talk to no one except in the line of duty.

8. To give the alarm in case of fire or disorder.

9. To call the petty officer of the watch in any case not covered by instructions.

10. To salute all officers and all colors and standards not cased.

11. To be especially watchful at night, and during the time for challenging, to challenge all persons on or near my post and to allow no one to pass without proper authority.

Do you see the three I highlighted? Those three were my biggest enemy one day in October of 1988. On that particular day in sunny San Diego I was slated for CBR Training. To the uninitiated.......that means Gas Chamber. If you have ever been to San Diego, and driven past the old RTC and saw that landlocked ship (USS RECRUIT) by the highway...you have seen the location of the Gas Chamber. I have no idea if the ship is there any longer or not. I also haven't any idea if any of the old base is still intact. I guess your trip to San Diego should have happened while they were pumping Recruits out of there. Where was I?

Oh yes, getting gassed is where I was. You see the ship was there for deck training, and other topside stuff. Below in the ship's 'hull' was the MCC phone center. That is where we were allowed to call home from, when our CC's were feeling nice. Across the way was a piss yellow building with a ramp coming out of the door. That building is were may of us had our opportunity to see if that Mark V Gas Mask worked correctly. The Company's Recruit Leadership went first. They exited from the other side of where we went in, so we had no idea of what to expect. Well, we had heard the stories from friends and family...but you know what I mean. Sooner than expected it was my turn, one of our Squad Leaders came out and showed us a little pill, the size of a standard aspirin. The pill, he explained, was to be placed on a hot plate, and then the CS (Tear Gas) would fill the room. We all put on our masks, and entered the room. As we entered the room we filed in and stood in ranks of 15-20 men. Standing at a attention facing forward, we looked into a control booth. Both of my Company Commanders (Drill Instructors) were in there along with a photographer, and the instructors. The room was clear, looked as though you could pull off your mask, and breathe like you would at any other time in your life. Except this time, it wasn't the case. We were ordered to not puke on their deck, if anyone puked on the deck, it would be bad for them, because the culprit would have to clean the deck himself with no mask. The order of the day was to puke into our white hats (Gilligan Hats) or down inside our shirts.
At this point it started to make you wonder what exactly was going on. How bad is this shit? It doesn't look that bad in here.

"First Rank, Masks....OFF!" Off goes the mask, to make sure that you just don't stand there and hold your breath. The sadistic insructors inside their comfortable booth would order us to repeat a few General Orders. Guess which three my group had? Yep, the three highlighted ones. The three longest damn orders there were. Taking in a deep breath I started to recite my second General Order. It wasn't too bad, mouth felt funny, produced a lot of tears and snot.

"OK you Dildos recite the Sixth General Order" Starting to get harder to take in a breath, feeling a little woozy, snot strings from my nostrils to the floor. Getting harder to speak, my throat is starting to constrict, getting panicky. Watching the assholes in the booth point and laugh at us...Fuck You Guys!

"Eleventh Order ladies, make it loud this time, or we'll run you all through this again!" Words barely being formed now, getting really hard to breath, getting pissed at the other guys in the rank. I feel like I'm the only one croaking out the words loudly. Little do I know that none of us can 'belt' out anywords. I wasn't any louder than the rest of them. Now it was just a matter of forming the words with my mouth, because no wind was going either way. "Right...Face....Dismissed!" Now we run for the door waiting to feel real air rush into our lungs. That isn't exactly what happened it was more like a lot of spitting, puking, and nose blowing. Finally after about five minutes, everything was ok, and we could sit on the bleachers. We watched as the rest of our Company came out of the doors, one small group at a time. We had a chance to laugh at some of them, but mostly we helped them walk around and clear themselves of the CS.


Do I believe a Gas Mask is essential to saving ones life during a Chemical/Biological attack? You bet your ass I do...they work...I have the pictures of the experiece to prove it!
Time yourself reciting those three Orders outloud. It seemed like forever in the chamber....but it wasn't that long at all.

Six numbers

I am exactly six numbers away from retirement. That's right six measly numbers and I can retire in my mid-30's and no longer have to worry about going to work any longer. I could take more of my time and devote it to my family. I can spend my days in the park, or the beach. I could actually spend my nights in bed, with my bride, at the SAME time. Currently I can't do that. My job keeps me away for twelve hours a day. I work all night and sleep until 12:30 in the afternoon. Sometimes my wife lets me sleep in. Sometimes it's because she feels sorry for me, other times it's because I have pissed her off. On the days I piss her off she lets me sleep because I'm the last person she wants to see. I hate those days........

Six numbers could really improve my life. They could help me accomplish so much. I would be able to acheive many dreams with six numbers. I'm sure you could too, someday I will get those six numbers that win the Lottery.

About Molly

For one thing I'm a straight married man. A Molly Hogan is the name that Loggers of the PNW give to a homemade device, made of spare cable, that is used as a replacement to cotter pins. The Molly Hogan makes it easier to to remove a bolt out of a block (pulley) when you change the Tower Rigging. I was only trying to pick a name for the blog, and for me, so I can remain anonymous.

The blog will be here for me to talk about my life, and the world in general. I have been known to have very strong opinions, although I have also been known to have the wrong opinions.

I spent many years in the United States Navy. I am very proud of my service. The men and women I served with were Sierra Hotel. If you ever served/or serve in the USN, or USMC your are alright in my book. If your are or were a Soldier, Airman, or a Puddle Pirate (Coast guard) I forgive you. Just kidding, you guys are good-to-go too.

I now live in the State of Florida. Notice I didn't write the word 'Great' in front of the name of the state. That's because I think this state has far to many problems. The first being the lack of Growth Management. The second has to do with the Developers owning the politicians at every level.
I work in the aerospace field. I won't specify what I do, who I work for, or the my location. Let's just say my job is cool, and there are many out there that would consider it their dream job.

I have a beautiful wife, four children, and one on the way. No, I'm not Catholic, but I should be. We have our problems, most of which are because of me, and the crap I've done. Of course the baggage she has doesn't help either. But, her baggage isn't her fault, she was the victim of childhood abuse, and I honestly believe that the abuse took place, even if the abusers continue to deny, or are live in denial.
Our kids are not Angels, but they sure can be angelic at times. I love each and every one of them with all that I have. The same goes for their mother, my wife.

I do also write two other blogs. I may link to them in the future, but for right now I'll just keep them on the down-low. Not many would be interested unless they enjoy two particular Professional Sporting Teams.

I'm writing this for me, in a sense this may turn out to be my therapy. I have read enough of these things to see, that for some of you this is helping in your healing, from whatever in your past still haunts you. I want in on that......I need some of that action.