Some Things To Be Grateful For

Life is a crazy thing. Just when you get set in your ways or life gets a bit predictable, WHAM(!), it hits you right in the kisser and all sorts of excitement follows. Excitement like a broken elbow, falling in love, a 2000 mile bus ride, a new daughter (ready made), a new baby and marriage, all in a faraway land. In a nutshell, that's exactly what happened to me starting six years ago today.

It Started Here.

Some background: I used to hang out in the chat rooms on AOL when I had a little free time. And believe or not, I developed some friendships which endure to this day. One of those "friendships" went a little deeper than the others. Twice as deep as a matter of fact. Their names are Heather and Isabella. Heather and I were friend on AOL for a while before we actually spoke to each other on the telephone. That's where the broken elbow comes in. In November, 2004, a few months after my Dad died,  I moved to Colorado to spend some time with and to help my Mom with some stuff. A few weeks later, on the 21st, I called Heather to talk to her for the first time. It's a bit hard to see in the photo, but from that door way on the left, there are twelve steps to the front door of the house. I was at the top of those steps when it happened. I tripped and went assholes and elbows tumbling down them. As I fell, I threw the phone into the street below and I heard it crash. As I'm falling, I am thinking, "Dammit, I just broke Mom's phone!" The fall was in super slow mo, like you see on a football game. After making sure I was still alive, I went inside, my conversation on the phone with Heather obviously over, holding my left elbow and the attendant flood of blood that accompanied it, and my Mom was freaking out when she saw me. Before I go any further, NO I WAS NOT DRUNK!!! Long story short, I broke my elbow in five places. By the way, the phone scattered all over the street below and Mark, my step dad, found all the pieces, re-assembled them and that phone works to this day. Heather later told me that when the phone went dead, she thought that I did not like her much because I hung up on her. Little did she know.

Eighteen months later, in May, I hopped a bus out of Denver and headed east towards Maine. Nobody knew where I was or if I was dead or alive. After a cross country ride, I arrived in Augusta, Maine on Saturday, May 13, 2006. I am still here. Isabella, my ready made little girl, was just shy of four years old. She's now eight years old and I am her Daddy. Bailey was born on February 1, 2007 and Heather and I got married on February 16, 2008. I wasn't really sure what to expect when I got here, but I am grateful to God that things turned out like they did. I never was much for doing things the conventional way.

This story epitomizes that "life thing" I opened this story with. I was a ramblin', gamblin' man (literally...I lived at the casinos in my town in Colorado) one minute, and the next I am 2000 miles away with a new family and a new life and I ain't complainin'.

These last six years have been a blessing that seven years ago seemed impossible. Heather has smoothed some of the "rough edges" that I had before coming here, Isabella has changed my life in ways she won't understand for a few years and Bailey the Three Year Old is Daddy's baby girl.

Thank you Heather for making my life whole again. I love you. Thank you, Issy for being the best first little girl that a Daddy could ever have. I love you. And, Bailey, you have made our little family complete. I love you. And, God, I hope that this story gives another man hope about having a family when life looks like it has passed him by. Let me encourage you, my brothers, I was 49 years old when Heather, Isabella and I became a family, and 50 years old when Bailey completed our little group. Just remember, that God will steer you in the right direction when the time is right, so never lose faith or believe that He has forgotten you. He hasn't, He just does things His way and you have to accept that.

I love all three of my girls and wouldn't trade them for a Kingdom and all it's gold. they are much more precious to me than that. I love you Girls. And, dear God, thank you for such a wonderful gift to celebrate at this time of year.

How Time Flies and a Right Hand Turn

On the Way Out

I got a question for you. Has this year gone by as quick as a hiccup? I ask that because as I get older time seems to zip on by, except when I go shopping with my wife, then five minutes feels like a week and a half. I just looked down at my desktop clock and the date reads "11/21". How can that be? It just doesn't seem possible. Alas, the calendar does not lie.

And numbers don't lie either. Numbers like, you know, Election Results. :) I just feel like reminding the dumbasses that voted for O'Bumbles, that their guy is an unmitigated disaster as our Chief Executive. Unemployment over 9%? Check. Failure of the so called stimulus package? Check. Trillion dollar deficits as far as the eye can see? Check. Once again, I pose this question, how does that Conservative ass taste you pinheads? Oh... and have a nice day. :)

As you've noticed, I've been writing about my kids quite a bit lately. There's no particular reason, it's just that reasons to do so keep jumping out at me, so I write what I feel. I hope you don't mind. I deliberately put the election results as the first post today. I did it because, I feel like we have gained a little more control of our nation and I'm much more positive about what the future holds for my children. Granted, there is still much work to do, but I like the change of direction we took with the recent electoral enema Obama and his fellow travelers received. But, I ain't gettin' too excited, there's still plenty of shit to be flushed before we can even take a quick breath.

I believe in the people of this country and their desire for the freedoms and liberties we sometimes take for granted. I think that the results of the mid term elections prove that when we see our rights being trampled upon by idjits like the current resident at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, we, the people, sit up and take notice and then hit the sorry bastards (Liberals) with a clue by four, at which time, they sit up and take notice, then cry about how misunderstood they are. What a bunch of pansies.