Random Thoughts

I’m up way too early.   I don’t know why.

Its good to be home.     This is where I was born, and my family is all at.    There is something really comforting about that to me.    My father made his mark here, and I meet people all the time who remember him.    I miss the Man, and he was a Man.     Seems like there are damn few these days.    JVD took care of his own, and was true to the very end.

This was one of his favorite songs.    Being remembered was important to him.   Hard to forget.

My bike is in the shop.   Crank position sensor.    I should have changed it myself.   They’re telling me thursday or friday.

My oldest daughter is 18.   On her own dime, She booked a flight to Vermont tonight, chasing down her dreams.    I’m prouder than hell.

You got to roll with the punches, and get to what’s real.

I’ve been moving all day.  Hell, pretty much all week.   I’m pretty beat.    Having a brewski, kicking back and enjoying a moment in the new house.

My kids are digging it.    New rooms, new situations and after years of pushing them pretty hard to get a work ethic, I can see that starting to stick.    Just like my old man did to me.   They did good today.   It makes me pretty proud.

I was born and raised here.    Left here when I was 16.   Its funny.   Back then, all I wanted was to get out of here.   Now, I’m just glad to be back.

I’m 46.   I look at my life, and I wouldn’t change a thing.     I’ve paid a few dues, had some great times and I can’t bitch about a thing.     In fact, its the opposite.   I really dig my life.    “Perspective”  has been on my mind all week.     I want to make a post about it, just not right now.

Thank God for your darkest, shittiest moments in life.      I’m not sure how some people shoot out the other side and why some people fold, but my worst times have formed me into something I like.   I feel pretty lucky most days.

Another step in getting back to my rockabilly.     The road back is looking pretty good methinks.

Fuck yes.   Might as well Jump.

Favorite Scene, from one of my favorite movies.   Exactly how I feel.

Her Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed.

About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

His Diary:

Motorcycle won’t start, can’t figure out why.

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Hope you and yours are having a good 4th of July.         Here’s to long roads, sweeping turns, a family who’s got your back, and friends to laugh with when and where you stop.    Whatever land  you hail from, be proud of your heritage methinks.   There’s always something good in there.