Friday, March 24, 2017

Bundle of Joy, a quick blog

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Captain, Christopher (left), and Nico. Ice skating for Nico's 9th birthday. March 11, 2017.

March 24, 2017


I just woke up now. It’s 2:59 AM. I heard the sound my dog panting loudly. He’s an older dog now. Champ is my 12 and ½ year old yellow Labrador.  He’s getting older and thus it is becoming harder for him to hold his bladder.

I knew he had to pee so I leaped out of bed to get him outside before he did. Funny how most mornings I have to find my barring’s in order to get out of bed. But the thought of my dog peeing in the house was motivation enough for me to jump out of bed as if it were a 3 alarm fire.

“Champ, c’mon, “ I said.

I hurriedly walked down my hallway towards the back door but then I almost slipped. I guess I was too late. He had already gone pee.

“Damn!” – I could only think that due to everyone else sleeping.

I turned back and reached for him to prevent Champ from walking through what I had just about slipped on.

“No, no, stay right there,” I whispered to him.

I had my left foot raised and my right arm reach out pushing him back by his chest. I used my hand to guide him around his mess. After I cleared him from the potential hazard I hopped on my right leg until we reached the back door where I let him out.

After closing the rear outside door I hopped towards the kitchen but suddenly stopped when I focused directly a small bundle of joy resting just before the door. It was a brown special delivery that my other older dog, Sugar, a white Bichon Frise, left for me.

“Well, thankfully it’s small,” I thought.

I hopped towards the kitchen in search of paper towels. After gathering the required amount I needed paper, I heard the lapping of water from the dog water dish that is right by the rear door. I hopped a short distance to see which dog it was. It was Champ. I hadn’t closed the door all the way.

“Champ. Don’t move,” I said in a low commanding voice.

I hopped over to him. He started to wag his tail in excitement.

“I’m serious. Don’t move,” I said again.

I talked to him like a man who was standing next to a rattlesnake. Only there was no rattlesnake. I only wished. He had stepped in the small bundle of joy left behind by Sugar. I leaned over and grabbed his hind leg. With a firm grip I lifted up his paw and we both hopped to the open rear door. Finally we were both freely walked outside where we went to the water hose and I washed us off together.

After I bathed him. Washed my own feet. Dried us off. Went in the house. Cleaned and washed the floors it was time for bed. Only I couldn’t sleep. He on the other hand, like an old man, is sleeping nicely on the floor next to me as I type this out. Time for me to try myself, good night everyone.


Hot coffee and a selfie. What could go wrong? March 23, 2017



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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Changing Lanes

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Nico (left) and Christopher getting fresh and clean haircuts. March 10, 2017. 


March 21, 2017 

Looking back on an older photograph of my young self gives me pause and then a chuckle, when I notice the full head of blonde hair that I had.  I was just a child, about 12, right before those hard teenage years that would bring me confusion, anger, and the reality that this is my current life. I thought I had no control over it and never knew about changing my lanes.

I don’t yearn for some of those days back. We all know how our childhood years can be tough on us. I would rather not relive some of them. Because, in some of those down years I was lost child. There was no guidance to show me how to work though life’s problems. I didn't realize by shifting it into another direction I could change the course of my history.

I just stare at this kid in the photograph, who is so different, then the man today, typing this blog on an iMac computer.  If I could have focused better back then maybe I could see all the those roads in front of me. I’m not regretting who I am today because life happens and this is the current life destiny provided me. But, what if I could alter my life by talking a different road? A road that was missed as it lay out in front of me just waiting for me to take its path to a better place.

I heard once that people pass 1 or 2 great opportunities in a lifetime. Would this man today see the road that would lead me to riches? Have I passed that road? Hell,  am I on that road? How many opportunities present themselves if the number is greater than 1 or 2.

When I thought my life could be better I changed course I wanted to finish my degree and I did.

Is a failure a closed road? When I first wanted to be a police officer I failed. I just changed lanes and become a police officer the second time around.

When my life seemed to be stuck in one place and the road I was on didn’t allow me to change lanes because I was too short sighted to see a greater path I learned to accelerate in my lane and simply push on. 

When I reminisce about myself in that picture I realize that kid didn’t realize there were many ways to accomplish things in life.  That road was so bumpy, confusing, and long. And now on the road less traveled I understand that I am her to guide my kids onto roads that give them a chance in life. 

We change lanes everyday and those changes affected our lives. Think about what you have accomplished. Think how hard life has been at times through the years. How many times did you choose a different route in life when one door closed, or when one tragedy occurred to block you? It happens to people everyday and we choose to switch lanes or ride out on a dead end highway.

Reminisce while looking at a picture of yourself when you were young. You probably don't realize how many lanes you have changed to get to your current path. It's never too late to change course if you are still on the long road towards nowhere.

Change your lane. And change your life.

That is something Nico and Christopher will surely understand while they are in their youthful age.




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12- year old Captain Imperfecto. Long hair and a now vintage Miami Dolphins satin jacket.