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Yesterday I had the privilege of naming and blessing my youngest child. "Rosebud" was perfect throughout the process, mainly because she was asleep. We even had a working microphone for this blessing, unlike for the boy, so my dear wife could actually hear what was said, though writing it down with three children crawling over her proved problematic. I helped fill in some of the gaps from memory.
It was a very humbling experience to name and bless what will in all likelihood be our last child. I say in all likelihood because although my wife had her tubes tied (cut and burnt as well, I like to say), there is always the possibility that we may adopt later in life. I don't think it likely, but one never knows.
In thinking about this event, I realized that my wife and I are done with our childbearing years and are now focused on our "childrearing" years. Which could also conceivably be called "a slow, steady nervous breakdown" if one were only slightly cynical. Fortunately, I am the epitome of optimism...or at least good at fooling myself, so I prefer to think of these as the good years. Our oldest starts 4th grade and "pixie" starts pre-K this year, so it should be an interesting and exciting time. Did I mention that I don't like exciting? Nope, I'm a boring, keep-it-simple kind of guy. Exciting stinks. But I'm trying to learn to roll with the punches. If life could at least do me the courtesy of keeping them above the belt, it would be easier...
You stay classy, San Diego.
Hidey Ho, Internet Denizens! Welcome to the somewhat bizarre life I lead. Or at least as much of it as I am willing to publicly admit to. I will start out with a few ground rules here in my first post. From them, you may feel free to draw whatever conclusions about my character that you like. But you will probably be wrong. Unless you think I'm just a big dork, which would actually be dead-on. But I digress... To the rules!
First, I will state that I have absolutely zero reason to either A.) keep a blog or B.) think that anyone would actually want to hear my rambling who is not already forced to it by proximity, employment, or blood relation. That will not deter me, however. I am remarkably unconcerned by such trifles. That is, to coin a phrase, how I roll. Deal.
Second, I have been fantastically bad at keeping any sort of regular record of my thoughts, doings, life events, or whatnot for most of my existence on this planet, so I do not expect this blog to be any different. So I doubt that it will be frequently updated. You have been duly warned. So no griping about lack of updates.
Third, I ramble. It's what I do. I dig it. Thus the name of the blog. Expect stream of consciousness, people. I may not do it well, but by gosh I do it frequently, so whenever I do happen to post, the likelihood of it making sense is miniscule, at best. If I were even slightly coherent, I would do this for a living.
Fourth, I sometimes (well, often) use big words that are not found in common parlance. Not because I think I'm all that brilliant (I have learned that harsh lesson quite painfully and no, I do not need any more humility right now, thanks) and not because I think it looks cool (most people just think I'm a dork), but simply because I like big words. They have flavor. They please me. They roll off the tongue. Or the keyboard. Or whatever. Anyway, if you see a word that forces you screaming in frustration to dictionary.com, then sorry. But not really. I try to learn new words regularly and I think everyone should. Blame Stephen R. Donaldson.
Fifth, (what, are you still here? Geez...) I quote movies. Compulsively. I love it. I can't help it. Movies are great and well-written one-liners are worth their weight in gold. Sometimes the quote may be applicable to what I'm writing, sometimes I may just throw it in there. Sometimes I will paraphrase. Rarely will I actually cite the movie I'm quoting, though, so many people just scratch their heads in confusion when I do it. Either way, suffice it to say that if what I'm saying sounds cool or profound or vaguely familiar, I have probably ripped it off from a movie. I never claimed to be original. In fact, my lack of originality is the stuff of legend. If the stuff of legend can be incredibly boring...
Ok, I think that's enough to be going on with for now. If you are still here and still sane, I will leave you with this: My wife is awesome. My three daughters are fabulous. My son is marvelous. My life is blessed. So I hope there will be precious little angst in my future postings, but I will try to make them both shorter and more interesting than this one.
No promises, though.
Stay classy, San Diego.
