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And Today I Write This…..

I am the type of person that likes things put back the same place every time, where as my wife is like lightening in that she never strikes the same place twice. I know this is just her nature and it aggravates her when she can’t find her keys but that is who she is so you just accept it and help her look for things from time to time. I told her this morning that her “condition” had moved from mere annoying to hindering because it was slowing me in the making of coffee. The coffee and all things coffee related are put on one shelf but for some reason she had relocated the coffee to a shelf inside the pantry. When you are up early and not nearly alert enough for such mental drills this can be bothersome. In the end it mattered not at all but it made me think, just how much you love a person is in direct proportion to the amount of aggravation you are willing to accept from that person and their habits. As one does not know/like a random stranger their habits are easily irritating and therefore you would distance yourself quickly from that person and their habits.

Last night for Valentine’s Day, my wife and I decided to make it a day for our little girls. I see on my day to day life enough women who settle for guys who don’t respect, honor, or take care of them. By this I don’t mean women who have every need met by a man, but rather a man who 1. works 2. contributes to the raising of their child and 3. lets that woman know that they are loved. I have read that a lot of this starts with the woman’s self image and how they view their own value as a woman/person. Many of the problems with this self image is related to how their parents set the example. More importantly how the father set the example in the home. I hope I don’t wait for a day marked on the calendar to show my wife how I feel for her, so I wanted to use the day to show our daughters how special, loved, and amazing they were to their daddy and mommy. The girls got to pick the dinner menu to which they chose tacos. While it would not be my first choice as a Valentine's day dinner, it was delicious so they did well in that regard. When I got home from work I greeted each of the ladies in the house with roses. A dozen for mommy and a bouquet of three for each of the girls. Yellow for Charlotte and pink for Sophia. The girls were cute and Charlotte exclaimed that this was the first time anyone had given her flowers. That made me happy to see that she saw this as a special thing. All of the children got a valentine from mommy or daddy with sweets and presents. All in all it was a special day as a family. I want to make sure I am doing everything I can to make sure my daughters know that they do not settle for less from any boy/man who comes into their lives. They are amazing and anyone who wants to be a part of their lives needs to be aware, recognize this, and respond to this in a manner that shows respect and reverence to my daughters. Anything less is unacceptable and will garner a discussion between this young man and this daddy. Of that you can be sure. My Charlotte is turning seven next month and I know it is early to worry about boys coming into the picture but I want to make sure she is proud and self assured now.

This blog entry will end now as I hear my littlest child calling for his daddy. Keep it real or keep it real quiet.

B.

Working on weirdness....

I have been working on the "Shower Gnome" project a bit here and there. I laugh at myself and I think it will explain a lot to those who made it through the college and college age years wondering what happened to them that night before when they drank a bit to much and could not remember what happened to them. Now that I think about it, I am kind of romanticizing the very real problem of black out drinking. Well, let's see if that is as amusing as I seem to think it will be.

I have also installed my new computer as well as working on a total reboot of the old one to use for certain projects like dedicated video rendering and editing. It is fun to work on computers like I used to but it is so much more aggravating to try it with my kids talking to me or dancing around me.

That is all for now and if there are any illustrators out there who would like to save me from my own sketches like the one above, please let me know. My wife could do it but since she hates the project she is boycotting any notion of helping me on it. I love her even when she oppresses my inner fun.

Rewrite and the Dare

In the stories that run through our heads, we are always the main character, be they heroes or villains. We are never the supporting cast, the friend, the comedy relief, the ones who never get a chance at love nor the opportunity to win the day at the last minute. We snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. We carry the flag in our stories. So when it comes to the way we live our lives in the "world" why do we allow for the rewrite? We let others reduce the impact of our characters on the main story. Hold the pen and make the call. Guide the story as you would have it be and don't be afraid to write angrily some times. Scribble down the emotion that is so needed to flesh out the characters and situations that make the best stories. It not only effects you but can make the story better for all the characters involved.

Why Dare to be More?

Because we see the fear in our own eyes. We smell the ripe decay and sweet rotting wasteland of all the dreams we left to die because we dared not. Dare and chance a failure but if we do nothing then the outcome is assured. I have tried to dare more in the last year and I will strive to do more so in the years to come. I will seek the adventure and even in fear I hope I step forward at the time of chance.

Now .....for something different.

I kid you not when I tell you the Shower Gnomes are coming. I am writing now and hope to have it finished soon to the dismay of my wife who hate the idea of the project almost as much as she hates the discussing of Shower Gnomes in the house.

I have to leave this here for now as I have pressing real world things to handle.

Keep it real in the unreality of it all.

Brian