Even for my English Comp class when I was supposed to for extra credit... naaah who needs that ...I'm ok with my C+ give or take the "plus"... I have, however, been keeping track... little notes to self, lots of photos and some memories locked in on the ol' hard drive. But I have wanted to tell a tale for ages now, a story of how I got to today through so many yesterday's. I predicate this also by embarrassingly admitting that my 8yr old types more proficiently with the hen and peck method than I do. But...here goes...
Those who know me will attest that I am a vocal person. A social chameleon if you will. Adaptable, with a large vocabulary. (can't spell worth a damn though) The spoken word has been my comfort zone for communication. Writing used to require "writing"... with pen and ink and little margin for mistakes, lest you crack the cap on the whiteout or commit to re-writing which was never going to happen on my watch. Besides... I think faster than I can write or type so my writing "voice" is very different than my speaking voice.
It is my intention to tell this story via this blog, as well as other thoughts and ramblings that may happen along the way.
I am very happily married. It has not always been so, but I am today. I read an article somewhere during my less than happily married years, regarding marriage as being "like owning a boa constrictor"... "You feed it each and every day or BAD things happen"... This has been one of my many mantra's in my rebirth as a functional husband, father, son, brother and friend. My wife and I were NOT feeding the boa constrictor... No small wonder we met near catastrophic breakdown of a working system for our life together. We went about our daily routines as if we were want ad roomies. All the while hardening for what was to be a LONG til death do we part. Honestly we were young and dumb, when we got married. Bought white couches, made babies hand over fist, no clue what we were in for, and powerless against falling victim to the business of being married. (you know, bills, responsibilities, work obligations and such) We fast tracked to our own corners and spent time growing apart. Bottom line... we were NOT feeding the relationship.
I am going to have to switch formats here as I had long ago decided that if I were ever to write my "memoirs", that I would do so in a unique way... (well almost unique, definitely "Biblical") So the next blog will begin at the begining... which is where all good stories ...worth telling anyway, must begin.
(look for "My Genesis" coming soon)
You have me hooked and thanks for the Boa Constrictor analogy...it is so true!
ReplyDeleteall i can say is, you are a great friend, and i owe you not only a massive amount of money, but also more respect than money could ever buy. your wife and family are both beautiful, and dont ever forget that.
ReplyDeletep.s. it didnt show up, but... that was from andrew.
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