*WARNING*
If journal entries containg extremely boring depictions of incredibly mundane domestic activities bore the living shit out of you then read no further as my life is stupid boring. Thank you for your time and understanding.
My wife worked out of town last night and after my kids and i picked her up we ate dinner and went Christmas shopping.
Toys r Us was a fucking madhouse but it was well worth it in that we found some items that we've been wanting to get the kids and it was all on clearence.
The point of all this is rambling is that my friday night, which in my youth would have been spent doing things that would make Larry Flint blush, was instead spent in it's final hours riding in the cold, dark, quite of our family car with my thinking how lucky i am to have survived my teenage years. How lucky i am to have my family. My family who loves me madly, passionately and who i in turn love with everything that i am.
I remember growing up with people telling me to "Enjoy this time in your life (highschool) because it would turn out to be the best years of my life", what a crock of shit that was. I only truly started living the day i woke up from my self imposed nightmare and journeyed down the road that eventually led me to my wife and family.
I sat there last night staring at my kids, sleeping side by side, sharing my wifes jacket, looking like angels, and i couldn't help but thinking what a lucky,lucky man i am. No matter the headaches, the stress, the pain inherent of life and all that it entails. I am one lucky mutherfucka.
If journal entries containg extremely boring depictions of incredibly mundane domestic activities bore the living shit out of you then read no further as my life is stupid boring. Thank you for your time and understanding.
My wife worked out of town last night and after my kids and i picked her up we ate dinner and went Christmas shopping.
Toys r Us was a fucking madhouse but it was well worth it in that we found some items that we've been wanting to get the kids and it was all on clearence.
The point of all this is rambling is that my friday night, which in my youth would have been spent doing things that would make Larry Flint blush, was instead spent in it's final hours riding in the cold, dark, quite of our family car with my thinking how lucky i am to have survived my teenage years. How lucky i am to have my family. My family who loves me madly, passionately and who i in turn love with everything that i am.
I remember growing up with people telling me to "Enjoy this time in your life (highschool) because it would turn out to be the best years of my life", what a crock of shit that was. I only truly started living the day i woke up from my self imposed nightmare and journeyed down the road that eventually led me to my wife and family.
I sat there last night staring at my kids, sleeping side by side, sharing my wifes jacket, looking like angels, and i couldn't help but thinking what a lucky,lucky man i am. No matter the headaches, the stress, the pain inherent of life and all that it entails. I am one lucky mutherfucka.
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a family that loves you is a great and happy thing
and you deserve it all.
i cant wait until my family comes. i have friends and family that love me..but i want my own if you get what i mean!
and it wasnt a boring journal it was an awesome journal!
thank you for the testimonail. i just read it.
that is so awesome because it is exactly how i feel about you too!!!!!!!
well i didnt join to look at boobies, i joined to say something on the music board, but now im all addicted!
have a great weekend!!!