Parting is such sweet- Ahh, forget it...

Hey.
I'm just not feeling it here.
I feel like I keep putting on a pair of new shoes that are too uncomfortable, waiting for them to stretch out.
And they are not.
So rather than have jacked up bunions, spurs, and sore toes, i think I will just leave these shoes where they be.
Sorry about being so abrupt, but I will be returning to my old blog "Just trying to make sense of it all..."
See you there.

NOBODY LIKES A SORE LOSER...

How Obama Got Elected.com is just ridiculous.

Everything concerning the election was fair and square. (Far more so than 4 & 8 years ago) We won't even cover underhanded tactics conducted at specific (predominantly ethnic poll stations)

You just have to be patient for four years, and THEN you can embarrass yourself at greater length Sarah.

"Wh-what happened...? Where am I?"

No, no.

I'm not even gonna lie.

I am NOT suffering from a case of discombobulation and/or amnesia.

I'm just a lazy ass.

That, coupled with the fact that there have been a TON of things going on within/around me that have been extremely damaging to my slightly shaky sense of calm.

I'm usually a cool collected individual, but these past three-four months have been very unnerving.

To be fair, I must admit that there have been bright spots that I have experienced as well.

I have encountered some inspirational people, had an epiphany concerning my relationship with my wife, had a revelation in terms of my role at work, and realized the amazing relaxing and restorative effects of breathing. (Who knew?)

I'm not gonna bore you with the gory details of my bouts with TMJ, the death of a friend, and increasing cases of coming down with the "fuck its".

But I am going to bore you with all the rest of the crap that happens to me from time to time.

Writing, no matter how mundane it may seem at times is Extremely therapeutic for me. I realize that in order to remain calm, and level headed, I need a sounding board for all the junk floating around in my head. I need to talk to someone, and writing helps me... uhh, talk to myself.

Ok. That didn't quite sound right.

Whatever. I'm back, and I'm ready to start taking care of my creative being, so here we go!

Mixtape #1

This is the first of many, many mix tapes that I will create and share for your listening pleasure.

Just push play and enjoy the sonic goodness.

Hey! I'm nineteen months old today!

This here's my boy.

Today marks the 602nd day my son has been in existence on this plane.

Our attempts to keep him from life threatening situations-such as shark attacks, power-line electrocutions, and avalanches have been moderately,

no- 

I'll say relatively successful...

...Nah, I'm selling my wife and I short.

Whatever about 35% more than "relatively" equates to is pretty much how safe the boy is at this given time.

I'm proud to have a son who amazes me daily, I'm proud to have a son who's intelligence is beyond the norm, (according to the reactions of our pediatrician during progress analyses)

and I am proud to have a son who's interior beauty matches his exterior beauty.

Hm.

I now see EXACTLY how my father felt and surely continues to feel.

Heh.

Happy 602nd day son.

 

First Lady I Presume?

10:48 p.m. 

Michelle Obama's got me all hyped up!!!

Working on a few more bugs...

Hey y'all! 

Have you forgotten about me yet?

Hope not.

I apologize for going into "Shadow Mode", and disappearing into the void. 

I tend to do that sometimes.

I was blessed/cursed with the ability to just blend into the shadows and observe quietly-taking it all in, and learning from all that I observe.

That's the blessing.

The curse is that that ability (behavior) tends to alienate and piss off the people I care about.

They apparently feel as if I don't REALLY give a shit about them and their feelings.

Couldn't be further from the case.

I just need breaks sometimes-

Long 

long 

breaks.

So, I will take this time to apologize again to the extensive list of the folks I do it to.

There IS a cat who understands why I do it, and I really appreciate his understanding.

I guess that's why we've been friends for over a decade. Thanks for your understanding Dunbar, and even though you are o.k. with it I wish to apologize to you too friend.

Anyway, I digress.

I've been getting complaints that you can't post responses to all the crap I write. and I've been monkeying around with the settings, and now those problems have hopefully come to an end.

So feel free to respond to whatever I say-bearing in mind that I can melt into and from the shadows, so you never know where I may be.

Therefore, I would suggest keeping your criticisms to a minimum.