My Life 10/11/2009

First and foremost let me just say that this was not my idea.  I can’t imagine why anyone would be interested in my life but the feedback is to the contrary.  Apparently people either relish in the drama that I am faced with on a daily basis or bask in the thoughts that their lives are not quite as traumatic as mine.  While I will never know the difference for sure I can only move forward as directed and give the people what they want.  All two of them but still, they are people.

I will be writing (daily if possible) a blog on “My Life”.  Since we are just now starting this I don’t even have a tag for it as of now.  We will add that later.  For now I will move forward and see if I can spark enough interest to make this worthwhile.  In the end it seems that traffic is drawn to the sordid tales of deviance and with my recent settling down I am not sure that my life still fits the bill.  Granted I have more than my fare share of issues but is it enough?  The site won’t be transforming too much for everyone out there that still enjoys the beauty over the beast but we will try and add a little content now and then.

So, on with the story.  Today was about the Sunday morning bike ride with the guys.  I got up and ventured over to our meeting place only to step out of my truck and cringe at the frigid air hitting me full force in the face.  Holy Shit…..  It was cold.  Cold as defined by CA standards so it was in the low fifties. 

The first guy rolled up to my truck on his bike and we both yelled out the possible suggestion of skipping the bike ride and heading to breakfast.  So much for our Sunday morning exercise.  Breakfast was interesting and the conversation rolled along as we sat in the warm confines of the local café.  We shortly parted ways after eating, heading back to our respective home for the Sunday afternoon family time.

The highlight of the day was picking out Halloween costumes with my middle and younger daughters.  The middle one picked out an Indian girl and my youngest wanted to be a fairy.  She looked pretty damn cute in the wings.  My girlfriend accompanied us on the shopping spree and as she walked around with my youngest they stopped in the costumes for adults and somehow the little one grabbed a nurse’s outfit.  My daughter fell in love with the idea of my girlfriend dressing up as well.  We didn’t have the heart to tell her that the costume was not quite appropriate for the family party so we quietly put it back and headed to the checkout lane.  The joy of innocence.  One can only hope that she hangs on as long as possible.

In the meantime I might head back on my own and pick up the outfit to have around the house for the girlfriend.  I mean it was a damn nice idea even if it was inappropriately timed.

The interesting part is the divorce dynamics.  The kids called my ex-wife to tell them that they had purchased a Halloween costume.  They were excited to share the news.  As my middle one exuberantly described her outfit my younger one worriedly stated she hoped her mom was not upset.  I guess their mother is the natural choice for choosing the October wardrobe and being left out of the decision might set her off.  My younger one just didn’t want her mother to get upset.  The sad part is having a seven year old worry about either parent and the dynamics between the two.  I would express that to her mother so we could work on better communication but she is still not responding to any of my e-mails.  Seems that even though the divorce is concluding she still can’t move on in peace.

I guess now is the time to watch some football finally and relax before the work week begins again.  Damn, Mondays are always a little tiring.

Stay tuned tomorrow.  My life doesn’t get much better than this or if it does it will have to wait for the drama to commence on Monday.

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