Elisabeth has come to live with us, finally. She wants me to adopt her, which I'm all for. I asked her to take time to think about it, because if I do it, it will mean I'm Dad, not her stepdad. I hope that if I document things as I learn them, it might help other stepparents in my position. Things I have found on the web so far seem to be geared towards second marriages, and it's the first marriage for both of us, or so says my wife. Tiffany, our older daughter, disagrees. She says Mom has been married at least twice before, because Tiffany saw the divorce documents. I can't really say, and I don't really care.
I've only been married once, and I'm STILL married to her.
As my search for understanding of the processes of stepparent adoptions goes on, I will do my best to keep this blog updated with what I learn.
Wish me luck!
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Keeps a man sane.....
Preview of a conversation between my sister and her 6yo daughter :
Juli : Mama, what time are you going to go to work?
MH : I don't know, Juli. I have to eat, get dressed, and then I'm leaving.
Juli : How many minutes will that be?
MH : However many minutes it takes me to eat and get dressed!
Juli : What time will that be?
(my sister is getting exasperated now)
MH : I don't know how long it will take me or what time it will be when I leave. Do you need any further clarification?!!!
(Juli just looks at her)
MH : Did you understand what I just said?
Juli : Oh, I understood you. I just don't know what it meant.
Juli : Mama, what time are you going to go to work?
MH : I don't know, Juli. I have to eat, get dressed, and then I'm leaving.
Juli : How many minutes will that be?
MH : However many minutes it takes me to eat and get dressed!
Juli : What time will that be?
(my sister is getting exasperated now)
MH : I don't know how long it will take me or what time it will be when I leave. Do you need any further clarification?!!!
(Juli just looks at her)
MH : Did you understand what I just said?
Juli : Oh, I understood you. I just don't know what it meant.
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Thursday, May 03, 2007
Some Stuff
I've been sitting here, thinking about a lot of things. For starters, I've been thinking about our girls. I believe we're damned lucky to have the daughters we have. Blessed, not lucky. God intended for us to be family, and now, for the past three years, we are.
I miss our grandkids. The last time I talked to them was interesting. I mistook Isaiah for his big sister, Alicia. They never sounded alike before, so I thought she was being silly, talking like her brother. Isaiah can't talk quite right, because he has cerebral palsy. Turns out, I was talking to him and didn't realize it until Tiffany told me, "Ummm, Dad, that was Isaiah you were talking to!"
That was a "D'oh!" moment.
Isaiah told me he loved me, and I told him, too, even though I called him Alicia. Alicia, however, gave me something very intersting to think about. She informed me, in her usual ebullient manner, that I am "The PooPoo Fairy". I have not one clue what a poopoo fairy is or what he does, and I don't think I WANT to know! It doesn't sound pretty to me.
Naomi is growing up too fast. She is 16 months old now, and I have only seen one picture of her. Our kids and grandkids live in California, unlike us Texans. I wish we could all be in one place. Sometimes, I ache to hold those beautiful children. I cry because I can't hug them, kiss them, and tell them how much they mean to me while they can actually see my face as I say it.
Our daughters...Tiffany and Elisabeth...I think we've got the greatest daughters alive! Well, my nieces run a close race. ;) Funny, I'm only turning 32 this month, so my nieces and nephews are in he same age bracket as my GRANDCHILDREN!!!! I wonder if that will screw up their heads? I sure hope not.
Tiffany runs a tight race in life. She is always being told to do things by people who are in charge of her children, yet when she does it, it's never ever good enough for them. I got so angry the other night that I hit the wall, and I was bawling like a baby - convinced that we're about to lose our grandchildren AND our daughter. I fear that she will kill herself if she loses the kidlets. She's already adopted Nathanael out, and she regrets that every day of her life. She misses him so badly, and there's nothing I can do about it, which sucks. Now, it looks like we're on the edge of having at least the older two who are still with her adopted out, too.
It all started when the kids' father; let's just call him Asshole, since his name really does begin with an "A"; beat the living shit out of Tiffany, right in front of Alicia and Isaiah. Since the children saw it, the police determined that they were in a dangerous position (I hate to say it, but I guess they were right), so CPS entered the picture. Since then, it has been almost two years of battles to get back and KEEP the children.
I wish we could take them in. We have bad pasts, and records with CPS from when we were younger, ourselves. I wasn't always the most patient person with children, though I must say that time (and aging too fast) have worn my impatience down some. Even if our records didn't count against us - I don't really know if they would, this far into the picture - we are low-income, and no judge would assign the children to live with us. Tiffany doesn't want them to live with us, though. She's afraid her mother will treat them as she treated Tiffany. There is living proof that my wife has overcome this....our other daughter, Elisabeth.
Elisabeth is 15 years old, and she is a kind, gentle, sensitive, intelligent, deep-thinking individual. She's also hard-headed as can be, which I hope serves her well in life. Mom was never physically tough with Elisabeth. There was some emotional detachment, for reasons I'd rather not go into. We've duked it out about that often enough, and Mom is getting better. Mom, by the way, in this case is my wife.
Tiffany was terrorized, beaten, and overall just made miserable. It's only natural that, with all she went through, she would be deathly afraid of the idea of her chief abuser taking in her own children. Things have changed quite a lot, because my spouse and I FORCE each other to look at ourselves as we really are. We're relentless with each other and ourselves, and that helps heal, cure, and solve things.
We've discussed the whole scenario of Tiffany's upbringing, for which I was, regrettably, not present, about a million times. Tiffany was 23 when I became her Dad. I went from being a single man with no one of my own to having a wife, two daughters, and four grandchildren! I wouldn't trade my family for anything in this world. I worked DAMNED HARD to earn them, and they cannot be removed from my life EVER!!!! I joke with them and tell them that they've got me for life, because I hooked on to them, like a leech. I grew on them like a fungus. And they won my heart enough for several lifetimes.
Thankfully, I realize how blessed I am. I know exactly what I have, because I spent my first almost-30 years without it. Twelve years in the adult world, all by myself, no one wanted me, at least not to keep. I grew so attached to other peoples' children, because I wanted a child so badly, yet I never could have one. Now, I have two of them. I think God looked down on me, intuited, in His usual fashion, that I would not be the most patient parent with a newborn baby, so He sent me one grown daughter, and one who is close enough to grown. And those four remarkable people who are my grandchildren.....Yes, I'm blessed, and I'm so thankful for that.
I miss my family. We will pull through all this, though.
Jack
I miss our grandkids. The last time I talked to them was interesting. I mistook Isaiah for his big sister, Alicia. They never sounded alike before, so I thought she was being silly, talking like her brother. Isaiah can't talk quite right, because he has cerebral palsy. Turns out, I was talking to him and didn't realize it until Tiffany told me, "Ummm, Dad, that was Isaiah you were talking to!"
That was a "D'oh!" moment.
Isaiah told me he loved me, and I told him, too, even though I called him Alicia. Alicia, however, gave me something very intersting to think about. She informed me, in her usual ebullient manner, that I am "The PooPoo Fairy". I have not one clue what a poopoo fairy is or what he does, and I don't think I WANT to know! It doesn't sound pretty to me.
Naomi is growing up too fast. She is 16 months old now, and I have only seen one picture of her. Our kids and grandkids live in California, unlike us Texans. I wish we could all be in one place. Sometimes, I ache to hold those beautiful children. I cry because I can't hug them, kiss them, and tell them how much they mean to me while they can actually see my face as I say it.
Our daughters...Tiffany and Elisabeth...I think we've got the greatest daughters alive! Well, my nieces run a close race. ;) Funny, I'm only turning 32 this month, so my nieces and nephews are in he same age bracket as my GRANDCHILDREN!!!! I wonder if that will screw up their heads? I sure hope not.
Tiffany runs a tight race in life. She is always being told to do things by people who are in charge of her children, yet when she does it, it's never ever good enough for them. I got so angry the other night that I hit the wall, and I was bawling like a baby - convinced that we're about to lose our grandchildren AND our daughter. I fear that she will kill herself if she loses the kidlets. She's already adopted Nathanael out, and she regrets that every day of her life. She misses him so badly, and there's nothing I can do about it, which sucks. Now, it looks like we're on the edge of having at least the older two who are still with her adopted out, too.
It all started when the kids' father; let's just call him Asshole, since his name really does begin with an "A"; beat the living shit out of Tiffany, right in front of Alicia and Isaiah. Since the children saw it, the police determined that they were in a dangerous position (I hate to say it, but I guess they were right), so CPS entered the picture. Since then, it has been almost two years of battles to get back and KEEP the children.
I wish we could take them in. We have bad pasts, and records with CPS from when we were younger, ourselves. I wasn't always the most patient person with children, though I must say that time (and aging too fast) have worn my impatience down some. Even if our records didn't count against us - I don't really know if they would, this far into the picture - we are low-income, and no judge would assign the children to live with us. Tiffany doesn't want them to live with us, though. She's afraid her mother will treat them as she treated Tiffany. There is living proof that my wife has overcome this....our other daughter, Elisabeth.
Elisabeth is 15 years old, and she is a kind, gentle, sensitive, intelligent, deep-thinking individual. She's also hard-headed as can be, which I hope serves her well in life. Mom was never physically tough with Elisabeth. There was some emotional detachment, for reasons I'd rather not go into. We've duked it out about that often enough, and Mom is getting better. Mom, by the way, in this case is my wife.
Tiffany was terrorized, beaten, and overall just made miserable. It's only natural that, with all she went through, she would be deathly afraid of the idea of her chief abuser taking in her own children. Things have changed quite a lot, because my spouse and I FORCE each other to look at ourselves as we really are. We're relentless with each other and ourselves, and that helps heal, cure, and solve things.
We've discussed the whole scenario of Tiffany's upbringing, for which I was, regrettably, not present, about a million times. Tiffany was 23 when I became her Dad. I went from being a single man with no one of my own to having a wife, two daughters, and four grandchildren! I wouldn't trade my family for anything in this world. I worked DAMNED HARD to earn them, and they cannot be removed from my life EVER!!!! I joke with them and tell them that they've got me for life, because I hooked on to them, like a leech. I grew on them like a fungus. And they won my heart enough for several lifetimes.
Thankfully, I realize how blessed I am. I know exactly what I have, because I spent my first almost-30 years without it. Twelve years in the adult world, all by myself, no one wanted me, at least not to keep. I grew so attached to other peoples' children, because I wanted a child so badly, yet I never could have one. Now, I have two of them. I think God looked down on me, intuited, in His usual fashion, that I would not be the most patient parent with a newborn baby, so He sent me one grown daughter, and one who is close enough to grown. And those four remarkable people who are my grandchildren.....Yes, I'm blessed, and I'm so thankful for that.
I miss my family. We will pull through all this, though.
Jack
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Ever have a day...
When you feel like your name is really Marie Hoke, and you're an invalid....movie "Phone Call From A Stranger", starring Gary Merrill and Bette Davis. I feel rather MANIC!!!!! Manic at the Disco. Panic in the City. Sex in the Orchestra Pit. Falling in the River.
Is all this random enough for you? Imagine how I feel, thinking it all! My GAWD, it gets annoying as hell to have about eight BILLION (bullion - have any gold? Not god, gold! - Got milk? Who needs the shit?!)
Oh yeah, that many thoughts going around simul-freakin-taneously in my mind. And it doesn't stop. I had a rhyming competition with ME earlier! Shit, I tell you, this condition called Bipolar is for the bird(brain)s.
I wonder how deep the Brazos River really is. It's only a few blocks from our house. See? I should be falling in the damned river.....on Little House on the Prairie....Melissa Gilbert used to be so cute, and I adored her. I thought Mary looked kinda weird, and she played a witch in one movie she was in. She died in that movie. But she's still alive, in real life...just not in reel life, at least on that movie. But is her career dead? Melissa Sue Anderson...reminds me of a girl named Misty Anderson I used to know.....BookStack, the book store in Corsicana, the town where I grew up. I miss my mother.
She's the only one who can deal with me when I'm like this, I think. If you call this thinking.
I miss the kidlets. Tiffany called yesterday (what did she call and whom did she call it?), but I was having breathing problems, and I'd tried to install a door, so I didn't get to talk to her....too exhausted. I guess the energy level is catching up with me. Great! It's after midnight, and I'm all peppy (typed peepy the first time I typed that word) and manic. Am I cursed?
No, I'm very blessed.
Good night, and wish me luck, please...peas...carrots....orange and yucky, stucky, plucky.
It just never stops, sometimes.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Not feeling it totally
We're in Austin, at my sister's house. Her husband has gone to visit his mother, so we're down here to help out with the kids. I have been pretty distracted from the loss of Granny, but I think it's crept back up on me today. Her picture is on my sister's refrigerator, and I started crying earlier. I don't know if that's why I was crying or not, honestly.
Life confuses me.
Life confuses me.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Funeral day
It's funny - not in a humorous way - I looked on here and saw that I've named this diary "Random Observations of a 30yo Grandpa". Today, we buried my 84yo grandmother.
It comes and goes, the realization. I've lost my grandfathers a while back, but never a grandmother until now. This was Granny, my step-father's mother. I don't get along with my step-dad, but his family is another situation. Granny was a very nice, loving woman, at least to me. I didn't know her as well as I would have liked, but every time I ever saw her, she made me feel like part of the family, which beats anything her son usually does. I'm not in the mood to rip Wayne (step-dad) to pieces. His mother just died and was buried today, and I'm feeling sentimental, even about HIM.
Peggy, Allen, and Edmund, Wayne's siblings, were there. All seven of us kids were there. Jerry wore his Army uniform. I saw Henrietta, Granny's sister, for the first time in a very long time. She said something to My Mikey that almost made me cry. It's kinda silly, I guess, but she told Mikey he had cold hands. Then she said, "Cold hands, warm heart!" That was just like something Memaw, my mother's mother, would say.
Mama said she's afraid her "first mother-in-law", Nanny, my late father's mother, might be dying pretty soon. I don't know what to think of that. I have a very love-hate relationship with Nanny, but there's no denying that on both parts, it's an intense love, even when we're screaming and hollering at each other, which, unfortunately, happens sometimes. Nanny and Memaw are both 85. Granny would have been, had she made it to her birthday of August 4.
This is the time I've been fearing all my adult life. The loss of my grandparents. I've always relied so heavily on my grandmothers, in particular. Granpa and Papaw have been gone for some time already. I miss them, and sometimes I get sad about them, but mostly, I have learned to deal with not having them anymore....but my grandmothers....that's another story.
Today was the first step in the next chapter of my life. I'm praying that if Mama was right about Nanny, then maybe God will have mercy enough on Nanny to take her quietly. I hope and pray He has mercy on her, for her life has been extremely hard and unfair.
Much love to all,
Jack
It comes and goes, the realization. I've lost my grandfathers a while back, but never a grandmother until now. This was Granny, my step-father's mother. I don't get along with my step-dad, but his family is another situation. Granny was a very nice, loving woman, at least to me. I didn't know her as well as I would have liked, but every time I ever saw her, she made me feel like part of the family, which beats anything her son usually does. I'm not in the mood to rip Wayne (step-dad) to pieces. His mother just died and was buried today, and I'm feeling sentimental, even about HIM.
Peggy, Allen, and Edmund, Wayne's siblings, were there. All seven of us kids were there. Jerry wore his Army uniform. I saw Henrietta, Granny's sister, for the first time in a very long time. She said something to My Mikey that almost made me cry. It's kinda silly, I guess, but she told Mikey he had cold hands. Then she said, "Cold hands, warm heart!" That was just like something Memaw, my mother's mother, would say.
Mama said she's afraid her "first mother-in-law", Nanny, my late father's mother, might be dying pretty soon. I don't know what to think of that. I have a very love-hate relationship with Nanny, but there's no denying that on both parts, it's an intense love, even when we're screaming and hollering at each other, which, unfortunately, happens sometimes. Nanny and Memaw are both 85. Granny would have been, had she made it to her birthday of August 4.
This is the time I've been fearing all my adult life. The loss of my grandparents. I've always relied so heavily on my grandmothers, in particular. Granpa and Papaw have been gone for some time already. I miss them, and sometimes I get sad about them, but mostly, I have learned to deal with not having them anymore....but my grandmothers....that's another story.
Today was the first step in the next chapter of my life. I'm praying that if Mama was right about Nanny, then maybe God will have mercy enough on Nanny to take her quietly. I hope and pray He has mercy on her, for her life has been extremely hard and unfair.
Much love to all,
Jack
Friday, March 30, 2007
Phone call from a non-stranger
Or four of them. Tiffany got to see the kidlets yesterday, and they called us. My baby Isaiah talked to me and told me he loved me, and I, of course, told him I love him....the only problem was that he sounded so much like his sister Alicia that I called him by her name, and he didn't correct me!!!! I told his Mommy to tell him I love Isaiah, too! ;)
Sounds like the emergency siren is going off! OMG!!!!! I'll write more if I can later!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Nifty!
I've just downloaded a desktop blogging client, so that I no longer have to log on to the Blogger site to make these entries. Well, I don't have to logon or to email, in the usual fashion. This program, called Ecto, seems to be a different spin on an email client, but that's not a bad thing.
I may just have to blog about this in my other blog....the one where I will be doing reviews, criticisms, etc.
All is well here. Hope it is there.
Jack
Friday, March 23, 2007
Kinda blue today
I slept most of the day away. That's not unusual, these days.
I was listening to "I'm Not Getting Enough" by Yoko Ono. Maybe that's why I'm blue, because the song is all about not getting enough from life, and I wonder if I am. I think I am, but with my handicaps limiting my outer-world exposure, sometimes I wonder exactly what I'm missing.
Maybe nothing.
My latest article on Helium : Alzheimer's and the American Family.
I was listening to "I'm Not Getting Enough" by Yoko Ono. Maybe that's why I'm blue, because the song is all about not getting enough from life, and I wonder if I am. I think I am, but with my handicaps limiting my outer-world exposure, sometimes I wonder exactly what I'm missing.
Maybe nothing.
My latest article on Helium : Alzheimer's and the American Family.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
My daughter is a nut - didn't fall far from the trees
Tiffany's mother-in-law, Susan, called and asked her a big bad favor regarding Tiff's husband, James. I don't want to say too much, but it's not a good idea. Tiffany doesn't know what to do. She's tormented by the fact that she's still married to James but doesn't WANT to be.
I want Susan to leave Tiffany alone. I don't know Susan, personally, but I've heard enough about her. So there. Dad says so, so it must be this way, right? I wish!!!!!
I want Susan to leave Tiffany alone. I don't know Susan, personally, but I've heard enough about her. So there. Dad says so, so it must be this way, right? I wish!!!!!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
American I-'ll be damne-dol
Sanjaya really pulled himself together this week. He went wild with "Girl, You Really Got Me" or whatever it's called.
Blake was excellent, as always.
Otherwise, only Jordin really impressed me.
I'm pleased that it's shaping up, for the most part, into a really tough competition.
On the home front, all is well. Tiffany sounds happy. Elisabeth is frustrated that nobody will hire her 15yo self, but I'm kinda happy that they won't. She's too young to work, but I'm only her Dad, so what do I know? If she lived here, she would definitely NOT be working. Living so far away, what can I do but support her decisions?
Monday, March 19, 2007
Lazy Day
I'm waiting for my payment from MediaDollarz, so we can go get some sugar. Of course, I don't want to be the one who goes to get it....but I probably will be. Mikey's mobility is limited. One of us is terrified of people but can move just fine, and the other isn't intimidated by almost anyone and can't friggin' move! Isn't life grand?
Drinking black coffee when you're not used to it will definitely start your day in an interesting fashion. I don't know how else to say it, except maybe that it's like plugging me into an electric outlet when I don't even have any rubber-coated wires!
Someone checked our mail for us today. I went out to check it, and most of it was on the ground of the porch. Someone had apparently gotten it out of the box, gotten angry or disgusted, and thrown it down, because it wasn't what they wanted to be in there. That's a might big assumption, I know, but it looked that way. I suppose the postman could have been drunk! LOL That's something I didn't think about before now.
Not like anything concerning anyone besides us or our daughters should be out in the mailboxes anyway, though. In fact, we're waiting on one letter for each daughter. Tiffany's husband James should be writing to us, so that we can forward it to her. Elisabeth's boyfriend Benny should be doing the same, except, of course, we'll forward it to Elisabeth, not Tiffany.
It's a long story as to WHY we have to receive and then forward our daughters' personal letters. I'll explain it soon, but not now. This electric socket is about to get grounded.
Talk later!
J
Drinking black coffee when you're not used to it will definitely start your day in an interesting fashion. I don't know how else to say it, except maybe that it's like plugging me into an electric outlet when I don't even have any rubber-coated wires!
Someone checked our mail for us today. I went out to check it, and most of it was on the ground of the porch. Someone had apparently gotten it out of the box, gotten angry or disgusted, and thrown it down, because it wasn't what they wanted to be in there. That's a might big assumption, I know, but it looked that way. I suppose the postman could have been drunk! LOL That's something I didn't think about before now.
Not like anything concerning anyone besides us or our daughters should be out in the mailboxes anyway, though. In fact, we're waiting on one letter for each daughter. Tiffany's husband James should be writing to us, so that we can forward it to her. Elisabeth's boyfriend Benny should be doing the same, except, of course, we'll forward it to Elisabeth, not Tiffany.
It's a long story as to WHY we have to receive and then forward our daughters' personal letters. I'll explain it soon, but not now. This electric socket is about to get grounded.
Talk later!
J
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Wedding Bell Blues
Not my wedding bells, obviously. I've got the blues about them, though.
Yesterday, Tiffany called and asked me, "If I get married, do you guys want to be here for it?" Well, of course, the answer is yes. It's not as simple as it seems, for many reasons, though. For starters, because she already IS married.
In the process of talking about things, I told her she was a smartass or something like that. She told me, "It takes one to spawn one!" I thought that was funny. I think sometimes we both conveniently "forget" that I didn't actually "spawn" her, anyway. I'm not much older than she is, but then again, I've helped raise other peoples' kids since I was about ten, anyway....It's nice to have such a close connection with my daughters. I hear all the horror stories (and LIVE one) about step-parents and their step-children. Like my step-father. He hates me, and I'm none too fond of him. I respect him for who and what he is, but I don't really like him. He doesn't even respect me...much, anyway. I keep hoping time will change that, but it's already been 16 years.
I'm one of the luckiest step-parents in the world. Tiffany and Elisabeth accepted me right off the bat, and I treasure our beautiful, wonderful, willful, obnoxious, perfect daughters.
Yes, I want to be there if you get married, sweetheart. I want to say, "Her mother and I do.", the way that Dads typically do.
Most of all, I want you to be happy. And I hope the man you marry next will make you happy. That's why the blues. Just a touch of fear.
Yesterday, Tiffany called and asked me, "If I get married, do you guys want to be here for it?" Well, of course, the answer is yes. It's not as simple as it seems, for many reasons, though. For starters, because she already IS married.
In the process of talking about things, I told her she was a smartass or something like that. She told me, "It takes one to spawn one!" I thought that was funny. I think sometimes we both conveniently "forget" that I didn't actually "spawn" her, anyway. I'm not much older than she is, but then again, I've helped raise other peoples' kids since I was about ten, anyway....It's nice to have such a close connection with my daughters. I hear all the horror stories (and LIVE one) about step-parents and their step-children. Like my step-father. He hates me, and I'm none too fond of him. I respect him for who and what he is, but I don't really like him. He doesn't even respect me...much, anyway. I keep hoping time will change that, but it's already been 16 years.
I'm one of the luckiest step-parents in the world. Tiffany and Elisabeth accepted me right off the bat, and I treasure our beautiful, wonderful, willful, obnoxious, perfect daughters.
Yes, I want to be there if you get married, sweetheart. I want to say, "Her mother and I do.", the way that Dads typically do.
Most of all, I want you to be happy. And I hope the man you marry next will make you happy. That's why the blues. Just a touch of fear.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
American Idol - singling out Sanjaya Malakar
Damnit, I missed it tonight!
I wanted to see Miss Ross perform. I also hoped to see who went home.
Sanjaya - now there's a story. At first, the whole country seemed to root for him. Now, it seems like so many are pissed that he's still on the show! I'll tell you what I think.
I think I could coach this kid. Not that I'm a brilliant entertainer or what have you, but I'm determined in what I do, and I could more or less FORCE the child to realize his potential. He has it in him to be a DYNAMIC entertainer! I wish he'd trust himself and have a little more confidence. Kid has an excellent voice.
I think he sang "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" in far too low a key. He needed to raise it, perhaps, half an octave. Then, he could've done it, and done it well. As it were, he was lackluster, and that just broke my heart.
My hat, as always, goes off to Blake Lewis. I also liked Chris Sligh's rearrangement of "Endless Love".
That's all for now, I guess.
Jack
Grocery store parking lots are NOT the Indy 500, folks!
We just got back from HEB. I am steaming, because there were several young people who drove through there with reckless abandon. I'm not THAT much older, probably (only 31), but these guys and gals are irresponsible jerks who apparently have no ties to real life...like children. If they do have them, I fear for those children, for they seemingly fail to realize that if anyone imitated their own driving, their children might wind up smashed on a store parking lot.
What's safe anymore, when you can't go to the store without worrying about getting run down in the lot?
I guarantee you, if I EVER take my grandbabies to the store with me, we better hope they have valet parking or something. I'm not letting them walk through a parking lot. Not here, anyway.
To those teen/twenty-something people - grow up and THINK!
Oh yeah, I meant to say that I know they're irresponsible jerks because I used to be one, too!
Ciao.
Happy Birthday to my BizzyBeph
My "niece" Elizabeth turns 13 today. They grow up so fast, especially when you're all grown, eh? She is my cousin Sherry's daughter, that's why "niece" is in quotes.
I love you, BizzyBeph!
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Today has been a lazy day
We didn't get to bed until about 7am. Boo and hiss all you want. When you're more-or-less retired (not by choice), it gets difficult to set life to too much routine or else one goes crazy.
By the way, it is NOT nice "sitting home all day". Let me clear this up. I'm on SSI, and it gets boring as hell sometimes. I can't keep myself busy enough, and idle hands really ARE the devil's playground (trouble, right here in River City, with a capital B and that rhymes with P and that stands for Pool!).
Ok. The family's doing fairly well. I'm tired, and we're about to call it a night and start drinking Schmirnoff (sp?) Twisteds.
Yo.
Boy, I stink at keeping this blog!
It has been a while since I posted. Now, with Google acting like Yahoo, taking over so many services and such, it's kinda nice to have this blog. I have placed adsense on it, so hopefully I can draw readers and make a little money off it. I don't know about that. My story is interesting, I guess, but I also KNOW for a fact that it's confusing as hell!
I'll try to update regularly!
I'll try to update regularly!
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