The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home »But I Don't Want to go to Bed Left: Christopher and Nico on Soarin' at Epcot August 27, 2014 “But I don’t want to go to bed.” It’s late, and tomorrow is a school day, besides there’s work, don’t be a jerk, lets hit the hay, before it gets too late. “But I don’t have to got to bed. It just isn’t time. ” We’re very tired. Please lets just go to bed. It’s time for goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite, remember all that stuff. “But I don’t want to go to bed. I want to watch TV.” It’s been a long day, full of activity, we did so much and it’s that time. Come on lets go count some sheep and fall asleep. “This is unfair I shouldn’t be forced to go to bed because, it’s not that I don’t care. I don’t want to go to bed.” I’m making sure your fully rested for tomorrow. It was a long day today. It was a long day yesterday and we’re in for a long day tomorrow, surly you can see the bed was made for you and me. Let’...

You are here: Home » Death Sucks Left to right: Christopher, Nico and someone special August 11, 2014 Death sucks. That's a fact, and meeting our maker is a gimmie regardless of how many miles I run on my treadmill. Looking back at pictures of our deceased family and friends is painful in many ways. Not because they are dead but because they lived. I feel angry and defeated when I look at pictures of my twin daughters or wife. Their death was untimely and seemed unfair. I see my wife Mimie's smiling face in all those other pictures, which feels unreal. Like many pictures of deceased friends and family members, all of us gain a smile when we reminisce about the happy times. But our reality is that eventually, those thoughts and happy faces fade, and the pain of the fact is all too real. They are gone, and we yearn to hear their voice again. But they lived. They were here with us, and so the pain lasts, knowing that we won't see them again. If grandma die...

You are here: Home » Learn to Live Left to right: Christopher and Nico on Disney monorail to Epcot July 30, 2014 The daily grind of life can be so monotonous. Get up for work. Go to work. Come home from work. Do any type of activity that gets you off. Go to bed as late as possible to drain out every minute of personal time you can squeeze from the dwindling minutes of your life. Fall asleep. Toss and turn, fall asleep again, wake up, get up, and do it all over again.  And so, day in and day out, we humans do what we were born to do. Eat, sleep, work, pay taxes, die. But it doesn't always have to be like that if we can learn to live a little. Every day, we see people on social media, whether family, friends, or just the plain crazy, who seem to be living a less ordinary life. We sometimes think, "How would I love to be doing that?" We are all Walter Mitty. Walter Mitty was a short story by James Thurber about a man living a family life that was the epitome ...

You are here: Home » Secrets of the Cemetery, part III, A Horror Short Story Christopher watching Monster House June 16, 2014 If you missed Secrets of the Cemetery, part I, click here. To read Secrets of the Cemetery, part II, click here. Tom headed out the side door of his office adjacent to the left of his desk. It was an odd place for a door. It seemed like an escape hatch because Tom could leave the building without anyone ever knowing. He'd have to navigate around the series of walls just before he'd make it to that gorgeous aberration of a woman. "I'm losing it," Tom thought as he hurriedly tried to get to her. "I'm an educated man. I used to think I was normal," he mumbled. He walked past the four-foot-high granite headstones and continued to approach the beautiful brunette, who was now only about 100 yards away (91 meters). As he arrived at the spot where she was sitting, he noticed the plot belonged to Abe Johnson, 1898-19...

You are here: Home » Close your Eyes to See Front: Christopher and Nico at St. Mary's Hospital  July 9th, 2014 Well it’s been over 2 years since my wife died and I have been holding on my own during the recovery and doing pretty well raising our sons alone. I didn’t think I could ever get myself so strong physically. Mentally however, I feel like I could fall of that wagon at any time and just recede back into self-despair.   I just turned forty-one but I don’t feel any different then when I did, twenty years ago. In fact those years seem like yesterday. The only time I remember how old I truly am is when I count back the years when I received my drivers license, graduated from school or when I look up a song, on the internet, to see when the song was released.   At forty-one I had no idea that my life would be a constant test of my will and mental stress. My parents made life seem so easy. I just didn’t realize, when I was a child, that the more ol...

You are here: Home » My Innocence in a Simple Bicycle Ride Nico and Christopher June 25, 2014 There is so much innocence found in a child's bicycle ride. I marvel at the freedom I see in my sons' faces as they pedal their bikes faster and faster. The wind smacks against their little face as they play, ride, and gain momentum. They squeal with excitement while they pedal quicker and faster with their newfound freedom, their pent-up joy from their new freedom. My boys have come a long way from my grabbing hands that would reach out from my outreached arms to prevent their forward movement. Especially when they were in those terrible twos and three, and I would restrict their roaming from me that equaled an arm's length. Now that I'm an adult and have experienced actual loss and have aged, I began to reflect on how the beginning of the loss of my own innocence began. It all started when I forgot about the love of my first bicycle and the happiness of finding it...

You are here: Home » The Snakelton Left to right:t: Nico and Christopher enjoying a science museum  June 9, 2014 The facts below are based on actual events at a car dealership. Names and situations have been changed and altered.  The King and Queen had ordered the greatest chariot made. The vehicle was fit for a royal family. They wanted the safest mode of transportation for their tiny little boys to usher them around their kingdom. Their servants worked daily to accommodate all their wishes and find them a quality car. They decided to use Nissan as their official chariot provider. The king and queen were delighted. The royal shuttle was long and tall. It seated eight people comfortably for their extensive travel rides to nearby kingdoms where they would dine with another commonwealth. They loved to show off their cab. The chariot had only the finest leather made from the hides of cows that grazed in fields of golden oats. The oats made the skin of the gent...