Excuses, excuses ...

It's been crazy busy here at work lately and so haven't had much time to write something. Well I guess I've had a few minutes here and there but not enough time to write something useful. Even my blog of useless stuff has gone untouched for a while.

I know I kind of jumped ahead and skipped a bunch of details on the last post. I did this because it didn't seem too interesting to anyone and I was a little bored with it. I'm really torn how to go about putting stuff on this blog as I don't want this to become a "Daddy" blog but I want a little more substance than the other blog. Something more personal in some regard anyway. More about me and less about the goofy crap I can find on the internet.

I am certainly willing to take ideas if there is anything you are wanting to hear in particular. Feel free to dump questions / comments into my email if you don't want them in the comments here.

I have to admit, I've been kind of occupied with my new found interest. It's extremely addictive. Feel free to ask for help if you decide to try it out.

Where We Are Now

I know I'm skipping over a lot of stuff. Here is the brief rundown.

Lived with my aunt and uncle for a while.
I had met the lady two doors down a few times before and thought she was cute.
We eventually started hanging out a lot together.
Her kids were 3 and 5 when I officially started "seeing" her.
We eventually got married.
We had two more children.
We moved to a new town very recently.
The two oldest (who had grown up and moved out some time earlier) moved back closer to us.
The kids are all girls.
The oldest is now 22, married and is expecting a little one of her own this summer.
The second oldest is 20, engaged and HAS a little one already.
The third is 12, loves animals, is very artistic and is what I would consider very grown up for her age.
The fourth is 10. Although both my younger girls are involved in sports, the youngest is the more athletic of the two. She is much more laid back and outgoing, a trait her father doesn't have.

I love them all. People have asked if I would have liked to have had a boy. The answer is simple. Heck no! I wouldn't trade my girls for the world! Sometimes I dream though what it might have been like to be able to leave the toilet seat up.

Help Wanted.

I moved in with my aunt and uncle in Ohio so that I could start my new job. (I'm leaving out all the green card issues just because I don't have the time or the energy to describe that whole process.) I worked at the that job for seven years. I started there when there were only 6 people working there (including me) when the company grew and was near the size of approx. 200 people I was fired so that one of the managers' friends could have my job. It was crap but probably (hindsight being what it is) a good thing.

I got a job shortly after that working with a small company again. They seemed thrilled to have me. That company got bought out by a much larger company and they also fired me with some lousy excuse. This happened after being employed there for seven years. Do you see a pattern forming here? There is some sort of 7 year curse!

The company I am currently working for makes all of that crap I went through bearable. It is awesome working here. I don't wake up in the morning with the heavy dread of having to go to work again. The people are great and the job is exciting.

When I had applied here I had just applied for "general laborer". I needed SOMETHING just to get some money and get by. During the interview, the boss said, I can pay you $10 an hour if you want BUT after looking at your resume I think we have another plan for you! Sweet he was going to give me what I was making at the job before AND no hard labor ... an office, of my very own...with a DOOR (that locks!)

So that's the job situation since I've been here in Ohio. The family situation is another story.
Maybe I'll save that for the next post ... yeah ... maybe that's what I'll do!

Love to all!
Merry Christmas!!!
Happy Holidays!!!
Be Safe!

Decisions, decisions ...

and most of them not good ones. For a few years I spent a lot of my time goofing off. Mooching money from my younger brother and basically being a lazy slacker. I spent way too much time doing crappy jobs (if I could keep one) and hanging out with folks I shouldn't have than I did being productive. It's not exactly what I would call the highlight of my life story although there are certainly a lot of life experiences that will hopefully help me steer my children in the right direction. I'm not gonna go into detail regarding all of it because it's not really very exciting or uplifting.

So I had attempted to go to college but my other activities kept me from applying myself. The result ... crap ... complete and utter crap.

My uncle worked at an electronics company and sort of half joking I had told him that if anything comes up, let me know.

That was some years ago.

The day I got a phone call from him asking if I was still interested ... I stood there, receiver in hand, lower jaw dangling WAY too close to the floor. Say what?

"Are you still interested in a job"

"Heck yeah I am"

"Be here tomorrow"

"GREAT, THANKS!"

(Just for the record, the trip was 7 hours long). I packed. I drove. I met with them the next morning and the rest as they say is history. The story doesn't all end there but it's at that point I started to get my act together and behave like a responsible adult ... yeah, I know ... YUCK! that's no fun! Maybe not, the relief on my parents was totally worth it!

Thanks mom and dad for being understanding and putting up with my crap!
I love you!

What to do with old bananas.

When I was very young, my dad would whip up some drinks for us. I preferred rum and coke, while he ... NO, NO, NO!

One of my favorites is kind of a cross between "soup" and a milkshake. It's all in how you make it and it's all a matter of taste. It's a great way to use up those bananas that are turning brown.

Peel them and put them in a blender.
Add a LITTLE milk.
Add a bunch (to taste) of sugar.
Blend the crap out of it.
Pour it in a bowl and eat it with a spoon (my personal favorite).
(The more milk the thinner it will be ... you can make it more milk-shaky if you wanna).

Dad had a special name for it ... Banana Goop.

I think I'll make some for my kids! Long live the goop!