I intended to write in this blog regularly, but that is hardly practical for a man who lives on the road with two goats. So it serves as a repository for occasional writings that I want to save and have easily accessible. For now.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Post Number TWO
Ok. So, here I am, writing the second entry in my shiny new blog. I have made an executive decision to not use my blog as a forum for whining and complaining. In fact, I am hereby imposing a policy against it. I have also decided to substitute fictional names for real people, in order to protect their reputations. This decision was partly influenced by the text-message I got this (last) morning from *Dorothy, my girlfriend before I went to Tennessee and got married to *Jacqueline. In this message, Dorothy politely requested (warned) that I refrain from using her name, or any vague reference to her, whatsoever. I'm glad that she chose to issue this request right away, before I had a chance to, uh...do that. Yeah, so-where was I ? Right! Shiny new blog. I was told on many occasions over the last few years, by friends and acquaintances, that I really should write a blog, instead of just telling them all my stories. If you stick with me, I think you will see why. I'm pretty sure I will not remember everyone who suggested I do this, but the primary nag-er was my dear friend Debbie BP. She also happens to be my very first follower. I call her Debbie BP because she is so earth-day, hippie-ish, green, live-in-a-dirt-house, save-the-whales-y, and her two last names just happen to be Bliss and Plummer, which, if initialed, make BP- as in: British Petroleum. I could have never let THAT go. So now, she is Debbie BP, or just Deb BP. I don't wanna leave anyone out, so I will just leave everyone out, except her. Ok? I'm in a tough spot. Now that all that is done, on to the storytelling. When I say story-telling, I mean - exact account of my life, true in every detail. Yeah. Really. I don't think I'm going to tell the whole thing in chronological order. Why? I don't know. I'm going to start with today. Right now, I'm in South Bend, Indiana, on the last day of visiting my mother. I am leaving later, after I rest, for Pennsylvania. I lived in PA until a year ago, but I can't really live there now, for reasons I will explain later. My purpose in going there now is to see my kids, my friends, and grandparents, and to auction off a giant barn-full of mostly very cool stuff - if it's not all stolen. Then, if all goes well, I will have sufficient funds to start anew. I have done this all wrong many times, and I intend to do a better job of it this time. I see no possibility of any reconciliation with wife number three, Jacqueline, so I will most definitely NOT be going back to Tennessee. It is too soon to speculate on where I will make my home. For the next 4 to 6 weeks, it will be in beautiful north-central Pennsylvania, so I can take care of the previously-mentioned chores, and go get my motorcycles from Dorothy's house in *Toronto. I'm probably going to have to sell or trade my beloved Mercedes-Benz for a truck, and buy a trailer, if I want to take any of my necessary things with me. I just can't fit enough things into my car, even with the 5-body trunk it has, especially not motorcycles and welding equipment. So, there you have it- this is where my story is today. I am going to eat, get some rest, and take a very comfortable 10-hr? (I don't bother checking anymore) drive to PA. I can hardly wait to see my Debs (BP and Payne), Jacky, Katie, my kids, grandfather, grandmother, other friends who still like me, and meet some of my imaginary facebook friends in person, like Paula and Paula. Oh, crap! I forgot to use fake names! Oh, well.Too late now-I'm hungry, and I'm DONE.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Hey, look! A camel!
I have put off starting a blog for years. I always say: "Why put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after tomorrow?" So, this is my improvised entry into the blog world. I was planning for it to be more extravagant, but I'm not really at the top of my game right now. I'm about a week out of my 3rd failed marriage, and sitting at my mother's house in Indiana, on my way to Pennsylvania. I have to go back and try to sell off all of my things, scrap my neglected house, and hopefully see my kids, before I go off to parts unknown to start over - again. I'm sure that anyone reading this knows me from facebook, and you will surely see some writing here that I will also post to facebook, but I can write a lot more here, and I'm sure I will write here daily - at least until I get tangled-up with the next wrong woman, and neglect everything in my life for her. I know that sounds rather harsh, maybe bitter, cynical, even fatalistic, but, well - that's the way I feel about it, I guess. I wonder where I would be if I had put all the wasted energy into my own life, instead of using it all to try to fix someone else - or a few someone elses. I know - elses is not a word, and I don't really care. Sue me. English is a ridiculous language, anyhow. I will write more often, and include more content, depending on who reads it, and how much you all really want me to write, so let me know if you do - leave comments, and please, speak freely, as I value honest feedback. Thanks for reading.
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