Revisit

Well this is strange. It has been about 10 years since I have written on this blog site. It is cool to go back and read the things that I was thinking back then. I guess that I am doing this now because it will offer that same perspective into my thoughts at a particular time in life. I never will understand the weird way life works. There have been so many changes since the last time I wrote in my blog. The new girl is the old girl. She ended up meeting someone else with whom she got married too. We had a daughter together and they moved to Germany. So one of my daughters lives in Germany for the next 3 years. Yes it does suck, I know. Right now I am trying to get all the college that I can get in and trying to advance in life basically. I really want to get a house, but the child support and ex-wife are draining. I have my oldest son and am with my children anytime they are not in school or during the weekends. I am in a relationship with a really nice woman and things with her are going well. I am still just maintaining. Time really moves so fast. It is such an odd thing when you sit and look at it. I am 38 now. That is amazing. My last blog entry was when I
was 26. So much has happened. I moved to North Carolina, I have another child, I work for the United States Government, and I have gray hairs on my chin. Life is such a crazy thing. It really makes you think and reflect on the past.

UGH

UGH

This story begins as most stories do, with the routine normalcy provided by daily life. I began taking off my pants and pulling my leg up over the waist portion of the jeans typically designed for leg exit and entry, not on this day though. What is usually a routine act rapidly became a ninja pop quiz. I had pulled the pants down to my knees expecting to plant my foot firmly on the ground and proceed with the next leg; to my shock, this plan had failed. My foot never fully makes its way out of the exit hole and catches itself in the waistline of the pants. This begins a domino effect that could lead to possible catastrophic events. It begins with me hopping around in a mild panic because I am near the vertically flat wall with no way to brace myself. As I start to frantically look for a center of balance within myself, whilst simultaneously seeking purchase from a nearby wall. I start to pirouette like a drunken ballerina. As mission one, reaction one: freeing my foot is successful, I realize the ineffectiveness of the effort, and that it is too late. My mind shifts into the built-in emergency plan, protect the vessel. I begin the frantic search for something to absorb my impact, with minimal damage to the 35-year-old meat container. The wall! I must tumble into the wall back first. I would prefer to fall into the wall rather than eat it. Okay, sound plan. Let’s do this. I canter my tumbling body towards the wall. Back first, and wait...ugh...I come to a dead stop on the wall. 169 pounds traveling at roughly 3mph. A pure stopping of kinetic force. A living, animate object, and an inanimate object. Simultaneously, a shallow groin finds its way through gritted teeth. Great, now my back hurts.