This blog has been for my English 101 class. It's been a learning experience for me. I've never really written anything before, but I think after doing it for a while I actually kind of enjoyed it. I've had a very strange life and have plenty to write about, but that's not always a good thing. There's a lot of stuff in my past that I'm not to proud about and sometimes could be a little awkward, especially with my wife reading some of it but their my sins and honesty is always the best medicine. Mrs. A said be careful don't invade your own privacy, I remember thinking whatever, I'm not easily embarrassed but there was times where I felt my skin crawl a little and I then knew exactly what she had meant. I think this project has helped me as a writer due to the learning how to group my thoughts and to throughout the day pondering on my ideas and compile all my thoughts as a whole. Granted I really dislike grammar and it gives me a headache thinking about where to use proper punctuation and grammar. I tend to drive people crazy with my disregard for punctuation. I always thought about writing a book about my life, lord knows it was crazy enough to be able to, not sure if anyone would have interest in reading it though. I think writing this has made me realize I would like to help troubled  kids but I don't know in what capacity. I would also be worried about exposing my family to someone who would be a unhealthy to there well being, but who knows what new opportunities may come in the future to maybe help. But overall this has been one of favorite classes. 

It was 2015 and currently I'm working as a QC/ maintenance Tech at a very large company in Springfield Mo. Hoping to some day get through school which I'm going for automotive technology and to someday open my own hot rod shop. I've never liked working for other people and the thought of being able to leave my kids a Business sounds awesome that's if that want it. But also the idea of instead of working life around work have it flipped and to work around life, granted owning my own Business would mean working more but at the same time to be able to have the freedom to make my own hours and to be able to eat with my family everyday and to go out and work after my kids go to bed just sounds like a win win for me. And let's face people have been getting rich from my hard work my whole life and it's my turn to shine. I guarantee that if when I'm able to hire my own employees I will treat them with respect and gratitude that I feel is missing from the work force these days. I've always enjoyed working with old cars and making modern updates that tie old into the new. I've enjoyed the education I've received and even I don't ever own my own shop I'm not a failure, I can look back and say what the hell I gave my best shot and In the end I'm going to die anyways so what do I have to lose. So let's roll the dice and see how this crazy life pans out. A Steve jobs quote I love (Stay hungry stay foolish) comes to mind and I live by this thinking. You say I'm a failure for trying, I say your one for never taking the chance. 

It was 2011 and I just went through a rather nasty divorce after 13 long horrible years. After years of letting my self go and spending years depressed I decided I would get back in shape and start to try and rebuild my life so I worked out constantly, and lived on turkey and chicken and high fiber bread. All the food I was eating would either boost  my metabolism or make me get rid of waste (poop). In 4 months I had lost 115 pounds and even started tanning. My X wife had multiple affairs that I hadn't known about and said she wanted to be with this other guy who was also married and had 3 small children. It was pretty funny after losing weight she would constantly hit on me, needless to say I was repulsed by her advances. I started dating again and was met with many surprises, I never knew that many crazy women existed. It was very discouraging on how many you could tell where untrustworthy and had no morals, after what I had been through I was very particular who I would even talk to and didn't want to waste my time with someone I couldn't trust. About the time I had given up I got a message on this dating site I was on and started talking to A single mother of two, she had been through some tough times and been single for quite a while as well. I could tell rite away that this person was different she was trustworthy and wasn't all the drama and bullshit I had seen in the past. We talked for about four weeks over the phone and then it was our first date, I don't think I've ever been that nervous before meeting someone. After a couple hours of being so nervous I could throw up we hit it off. It was funny she had said she was short but meeting her she was almost was looking me in the eye, I told her that she wasn't that short she stepped out of what looked to be platform shoes and sunk and good several inches. Still today she makes my heart beat faster and I'm madly in love.

It was August 6th 2012 and after 9 months of waiting it was time to meet my son and after spending the entire summer pregnant and at the end of term at that. We put up a pool that summer and while Haylee was pregnant we would sneak off after my two step sons went to bed and go for a dip up until a couple weeks before she was due it was too hard to get in and out then. We had to wake up early 4 am because at the time we lived in Aurora so it was a bit of a drive to Springfield to the hospital, Me and at the time 15 year old daughter Autum and Haylees mom was with us. Haylee had the tendency to have unusually huge babies for her small stature so she had my two stepsons by C section so Tristan was going to be the same. It was kinda neat seeing how this was procedure instead of a regular surprise birth they more less let us pick the day within a week of he due date so we chose my moms birthday seeing how it fit in this time frame and he ended being born 4 mins from the exact time my mom was born. The delivery was a somewhat of a violent process with a lot of tugging and pulling.  Let me tell you don't look over the curtain unless you want to see an autopsy of your wife. My son was finally here and oddly the one they thought was the largest of the babies was the smallest weighing in at 8pounds 15ounces was the runt of the babies which still is large baby. I was very proud of my wife, I could tell she tired and she had taken it like a champ and I learned that day how tough she was. My two sons and my daughter all held Tristan and my youngest step son being 3 at time insisted we put him back and it took some fierce negotiating to get him to understand. My children saved my life twice my daughter when I was 18 from my own self destruction and my son at 34 this time from losing all faith in humanity and to fix what I thought had been broken and was unrepairable.