it's always darkest before you turn on the light. . .
I will turn 49 in 2019 which means that for at least 40 years I have wanted to have a unshakable Faith. I remember waking up at 8 years old and being terrified because I realized someday I would die. Those nightmares still haunt me at night and the Great Unknown of what happens next.
Continue reading “Faith and the Great Unknown”Just for the record, I have a love/hate relationship with the TV show “who do you think you are?” Continue reading “I hate Who Do You Think You are?”
This is not a poor little me post. This is just my opinion of a question people usually ask me. The reasons I hate this “holiday” and to a lesser degree, my birthday is pretty simple. Continue reading “Why I hate Christmas”
One of my 2 favorite known nieces lost a fellow classmate this week to suicide. This has caused a bunch of feelings and such to come back to surface. I didn’t even know the kid so I have no idea what he was going through. I imagine that everyone experience it differently but maybe if I share my experience it will help someone else. Continue reading “Suicide is Painless. . . NOT”
I doubt it will come to anyone’s surprise Continue reading “Once more into the breach . . .”
I know you hate being called kitten. Continue reading “For kitten”
I’ve been going out with a woman for the last few weeks. As we were talking today I tried to explain what I’m looking for and it just kind of flowed out. I’m putting it here so I don’t forget. Continue reading “So tell me what you want what you really really want . . .”
Susan had always wanted a golden retriever ever since she had read Dean Koontz book called “Watchers”. So when we moved into our own house we found a breeder and picked out Lexi who we were going to bring home just before Christmas. Continue reading “My Buddy – RIP”
Last night Susan and I decided to divorce. 30+ days away from 15 years. We’ve both known it’s been coming for a while and we’ve tried to put things back together. But every time we talk it turns into a hugh arguement. Somewhere along the lines we’ve forgotten how to talk and how to be interested in each other’s lives. I haven’t lived at the house in a year. But at least we’ve found a way to work out the details.
So yeah . . . I said I was going to try and write something everyday. That hasn’t worked out as well as I would have liked but I’m working on it. But on to important things. I heard Mr. Roboto this weekend which reminded me of the whole album of Kilroy Was Here. I wonder how close we are to this view of the future? Continue reading “Heavy Metal Poisoning”