The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Fantasyland Left to right: Christopher, Captain Imperfecto and Nico on Disney's monorail April 11, 2013 I knew I had to start somewhere in this life. Even if where I started would begin on some random day of the week during any month of the year. I knew a day would come when I would test the waters of dating. I had finally begun to pick myself up off the ground. Brush off the dirt from my clothes and bandage my skinned knees. I thought I had started to mend my broken heart.  But I was wrong. Way wrong. That or I just chose the wrong person as a first date. I started a friendship a few weeks ago with a girl (this is so high school) and decided to try dating her (a science experiment). We talked on the phone (like teenagers) and exchanged text messages (like juveniles) like the rest of the world. I was pretty comfortable with her being normal. As I am sure, she was relieved to know that I was almost just as normal (case in point, we didn't have coot...

You are here: Home » Life's Always an Adventure Christopher playing in the backyard April 4th, 2013 I heard the groaning shortly after we fell a sleep. It was late at night Monday, merging into early morning Tuesday, so I assumed my son was having a nightmare.  I reached back with my right arm and gave him a light shake thinking that would wake him up from whatever it was that was causing him distress.  "There you go. There you go. All better now," I said half a sleep.  The night went fast and before I knew it I was greeted by my youngest son who jumped on me from the second bed.  "Okay. Okay. I'm up," is all I could muster up.  My eyes were still closed but my ears were wide open and they over heard Nico's moans again.  Shit, he's sick - I thought.  I immediately opened my eyes and stared at the wall. I had to formulate a game plan. This was our last day in Disney and we were about to embark on a long road t...

You are here: Home » Finding Hope Left to right: Nico, Captain Imperfecto, and Christopher at the Magic Kingdom March 29th, 2013 Getting my life together hasn’t been easy but I’m trying. I have been evolving with what I have learned through my own life and experiences. In-which we all should do as we grow physically, mentally and spiritually. And the one thing that I have learned is that I can’t feel sorry for myself. But sometimes it’s just hard- damn hard, not to allow those feelings of hopelessness to seep into my mind. Whether it’s a song on the radio that reminds me of an occasion in my life or a tune that reminds me of better days, I never know what can trigger my mind to reminisce into the past of what once was for me and the things that will never be again.  But you fight on to better times and make new memories while never forgetting the trials and tribulations, the good times and bad times of what got you to where you are now, in this time and place of you...

You are here: Home » Giggles from the Backseat Nico at a Pro Shop March 21st, 2013 It was a beautiful weekend to take the boat out with my boys. There was a soft wind coming from the east. The sky was blue. And the rays of the sun blanketed the earth. I wanted to play under its cover. The boat hardly needed any prep, and she was quickly ready to get underway. All I had to do was start her engine and spray down the inside to rid all the dirt that accumulated inside her. After she passed my inspection, I had to hunt my boys down and prepare them for the voyage. This should be easy - I thought to myself as I walked into the house through the front door. I surveyed the land, looking for them, knowing they couldn't wait to get on that floating vessel. "Nico! Christopher!"  I shout. Ahhh, back room - I thought. "Nico, Christopher!" Silence. I didn't hear their giggling voices, but I did hear their battery-powered 4-wheelers being driven in the backyar...

You are here: Home » Time After Time Captain Imperfecto and Mimie March 14/15, 2013 Time after time, I think I healed myself mentally, but then I think of you and remember why sunny days sometimes feel blue. I may laugh and see the lighter things in life now that I have some time and distance between your death and my reality, but you're always one memory away.   Time after time, day after day, your life still hasn't receded as an afterthought because your spirit still resonates among the ones who knew you best.  The ones who love you miss your smile, laugh, and humor. Your spirit is the one thing that the tides of life can not pull back into the abyss of the deep blue sea of oblivion.  Time after time, through movement and sound, I sometimes think I catch your glimpse from the corner of my eye or hear your voice from a far-off distance, only to realize that you aren't there. When I think there is nothing left to believe in, one of your sons comes to me and hugs...

You are here: Home » It's Not an iPhone Front: Nico Rear: Christopher at a local water park.  March 6th, 2013 It was my birthday. Gift buying is pretty simple for me. If it has fancy moving lights or a tool that unfastens bolts, I’ll like it. But on this birthday Mimie introduced me to the world of Apple. The closest I ever got to an Apple was an Apple 2 in 4th grade in the 1980's! I had heard of this new phenomenon called the iPhone through news reports. And really, I kind of scoffed when I saw people standing on line for one. But I have to admit, I thought it looked kind of cool. I even mentioned to Mimie that it would be nice to own one myself.  The moment arrived to open my gifts and I was handed a pretty wrapped box. I had to grip the bulky thing with a wide grip, but it was definitely something small enough to assume its practical use was hand held. "Hand tool? It's a hand tool isn't it?" I said. "Just open!" she said unabl...

You are here: Home » Happy Birthday, Son Nico getting caught in the cookie jar March 1st, 2013 // Happy Birthday My boy just turned 5, happy birthday, son. I appreciate this age. Deep down I wish he’d stay this way. His truth in his words, the love in his heart and compassion in his soul, that he shares with me, appears to be as equal as mine. But deep down there is no comparison to a fathers love for his son(s). There will be no greater accomplishment then to see my boys grow into men. The hard work and sacrifices I will make for them as they grow up will only be appreciated when they themselves, hold their own child in their arms.  I didn’t appreciate what my dad did when he raised 4 of us on a shoe-string budget. Not to begrudge my mother, she did her best. She was the one who bore 4 kids at the ripe old age of 18. I guess when she turned 25 she wondered what was in it for her, this world, and decided that she had her own dreams to discover. My dad did what he had...