A friend of mine scolded me. He told me that blogs should be updated daily.
Wait, I mean:
An unmarried friend of mine who has no children scolded me…
Just a little more:
This unmarried guy I work with who has no children and won’t make me a "friend" and give me access to his My Space page (if you read last week’s entry, you know what THAT means… but I digress) scolded me. He said that blogs should be updated daily. I told him, “Yeah, but I have a life.”
While I’m sure that it would be a great thing for all of my fans to be able to come to Nebulous @ best everyday and receive some pearls of wisdom, a poem that would touch their hearts, or a dirty limerick to keep them smiling as they trudge on through the day, it just isn’t meant to be. It would be awesome to spend my days lying on the beach writing the great American novel or the next Academy Award winning screenplay. I’d be happy to just be able to contribute to this blog more than once a week. Heck, I might even settle for enough spare time to write a quick haiku on a friend’s birthday card. But this is not my life.
Wait, I mean:
An unmarried friend of mine who has no children scolded me…
Just a little more:
This unmarried guy I work with who has no children and won’t make me a "friend" and give me access to his My Space page (if you read last week’s entry, you know what THAT means… but I digress) scolded me. He said that blogs should be updated daily. I told him, “Yeah, but I have a life.”
While I’m sure that it would be a great thing for all of my fans to be able to come to Nebulous @ best everyday and receive some pearls of wisdom, a poem that would touch their hearts, or a dirty limerick to keep them smiling as they trudge on through the day, it just isn’t meant to be. It would be awesome to spend my days lying on the beach writing the great American novel or the next Academy Award winning screenplay. I’d be happy to just be able to contribute to this blog more than once a week. Heck, I might even settle for enough spare time to write a quick haiku on a friend’s birthday card. But this is not my life.
My life is house payments and crooked teeth; standing in the rain watching a soccer game and trips to Sam’s Club with the WHOLE family to buy bulk toilet paper. I’m up at 5:00 a.m. and three days a week I don’t get back home until almost 9:00 p.m. Fridays, I’m zonked. Saturdays, we’re racing around and Sundays …let’s just say Sunday is a work day not a day of rest. Right now its 10:30 p.m. and I’m writing this to the sound of my wife in the bathroom drying my son’s school books with a blow dryer. (C’mon, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!) You know, this is not what I had planned. This is not the life I would have pictured for myself. I wonder if I even had a say in all of this or if it just “happened” to me. I look around and there are a lot of people even busier than me; single parents going it alone; married couples struggling to make ends meet.
Is this the life we chose or did this life choose us?
Know what? It really doesn’t matter. This is where I am. This is where you are. What are you going to do about it? As for me, I don’t have a house; my wife is building a home. The braces are coming off next week but it’s not his straight teeth that bring joy to my heart when I see my son’s smile. Hannah is an awesome soccer player and she gives 100% even in the rain. And I must confess nothing gets me hotter than a trip to Sam’s Club. I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re all together; or that you can buy the good 2-ply bathroom tissue in 18-roll packages; or if it’s the hand signals I’ve worked out with my daughter so I get two free samples of the good stuff. Every time I go to Sam’s Club I regret my vasectomy.
Maybe I did stumble into this life but it's like stumbling into a bowl of peanut M&Ms. I am deeply in love with someone who loves me. My wife knows that no matter what, I’m not leaving. (I’m reasonably sure she finds comfort in that) After I get the plank out of my eye, I’ll start looking for the speck in hers. I spend Monday through Thursday doing things I love with people I cherish. Friday’s I’m zonked but I enjoy a sound sleep at night. I’ve already mentioned what Saturdays do to me. And my Sundays are filled with so many hugs, smiles, giggles and most importantly an understanding of what really matters that I am both humbled and overwhelmed. There's more…
Is this the life we chose or did this life choose us?
Know what? It really doesn’t matter. This is where I am. This is where you are. What are you going to do about it? As for me, I don’t have a house; my wife is building a home. The braces are coming off next week but it’s not his straight teeth that bring joy to my heart when I see my son’s smile. Hannah is an awesome soccer player and she gives 100% even in the rain. And I must confess nothing gets me hotter than a trip to Sam’s Club. I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re all together; or that you can buy the good 2-ply bathroom tissue in 18-roll packages; or if it’s the hand signals I’ve worked out with my daughter so I get two free samples of the good stuff. Every time I go to Sam’s Club I regret my vasectomy.
Maybe I did stumble into this life but it's like stumbling into a bowl of peanut M&Ms. I am deeply in love with someone who loves me. My wife knows that no matter what, I’m not leaving. (I’m reasonably sure she finds comfort in that) After I get the plank out of my eye, I’ll start looking for the speck in hers. I spend Monday through Thursday doing things I love with people I cherish. Friday’s I’m zonked but I enjoy a sound sleep at night. I’ve already mentioned what Saturdays do to me. And my Sundays are filled with so many hugs, smiles, giggles and most importantly an understanding of what really matters that I am both humbled and overwhelmed. There's more… 
3 comments:
Mark...I must admit that your first two blogs were BORING, which is not the Mark that I know. And actually, if it wasn't for the fact that I can relate to you on your last posting, that one was boring also. You need to reflect your "true" personality. Please let me know when it's worth my time.
Dear Disappointed,
You know me well enough to know that I can take a lot, but calling me BORING??!!! You either want to make me cry or get me ranting (and believe me, eventually I WILL be ranting) I've got to write what I'm feeling at the time. I'm glad you were able to relate to some of it. A few others have asked when I'm going to "go off" on something. Eventually, it will happen. I want people to see every side of me not just my back side. No matter how bored you get, stick around and let me know when you think the true me shines through.
Hey, it's your boss. From the job you can afford to lose and probably wish to at times. Retreat was great. Your blog is cool. As I approach the big 5-0, family and friends are most important. That is who I am and how I define myself, also. Look forward to more.
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