Well, It Turns Out

So, I guess my last blog wasn't that funny. There was only one person "besides Sheri" who thought it was funny. I didn't give any warning to any of you who read it before hand so as to get an honest reaction. Sheri of course knew it never happened so that is why she thought it was funny. My cousin Brandon is a bit sick like me and he thought it was funny too.
The most amazing thing that I discovered from you all is that you pretty much believed it. I wonder if it was because of the way it was written or you all think that I could in fact do something that horrific? My own mom cried as she read it and tried to call me before finishing it. I guess she let the phone ring twice before hanging up when she got to the bottom and read the part about it being a practical joke. One person out of my family and friends doubted it from the very beginning. My cousin Josh and I are so alike that I am sure that is why he never for even the slightest second thought that it could or did happen! Thanks Josh for being the only one that knows and believes I am and always will be a decent enough guy to not hit his wife! I love you and always will.

So yeah my mom was in town and stayed with us "at her house" the whole time she was here from the 16th of October and left the 26th. It was so great to see her, it had almost been a year. She has hair again after all the chemo. It grew back all curly though. I guess that can sometimes happen after being exposed to chemo! Last time she stayed in town she stayed here at her house and also her mother's. I was glad that she didn't leave us this time because I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could. I felt bad that I did go golfing two or three times while she was here, but I did take off work all the days that she was here. Her and I went to a few movies while she was here.
We saw "Devil", it was really good. We also saw "Hereafter", it was really good until the end. It kind of ended abruptly and didn't really have a conclusion at all. Devil was a classic M. Knight movie. I have mentioned in past blogs that I love his movies. All of them except for "The Happening" for some reason that movie just didn't float my boat. Sure he did Avatar (The Last Airbender), but it is kind of a kids movie. I liked it and it was better than I thought it was going to be, but I think that he had to follow what has already been written to a certain extent. I don't think that my mom too much cared for "Devil" she would say it was okay. That is where I get my thing with 99% of movies just being okay. A movie really has to stick out for us (my mom and I) to say that a movie is good. I think that I would say I like more movies that her in the sense that I would say they are good, but I think she looks simply at the story and the acting. I love to watch how a movie is filmed from different angles and originality is great too. So a movie that is okay to her can be good to me simply because of the directing.
So, I also got my mom to play Mariokart for the Wii. I figured I could talk her into that because it is a simple game. You basically push one button and steer with the controller as if you were driving a real car. She competed with Triton and beat him probably 65% of the time. He drives better than her on the game and knows the courses better, but he loses interest and goes in circles half of the time. It was crazy that she played though because she doesn't like games like that at all. She has never like Nintendo crap all that much except one game way back in the day, I think I was in 4th grade when I awoke to my mom playing this one game in my room on my small black and white television at 3:00am or so. It was a game called The Battle of Olympus, it is kind of like Mario except it is about mythology. Most everything else was the same though as far as challenges and control. The greatest story within that story about my mom playing mariokart is that I was able to trick her into being on camera. We have a flip video that is wicked easy and fast to operate. Without her knowing I setup the camera while we played. My mom has always hated cameras and having her picture taken, so when she didn't notice me setting it up I was grateful. One reason was she was able to act natural and another was the fact that it captured her doing something with Triton and myself. It was funny watching her steer because she would over-correct much like a new student in drivers ed. Triton and I play mariokart all the time and we hardly move our hands and arms while driving. My mother on the other hand was all over the room. She had me laughing so hard watching her on the screen that I was crying. My stomach hurt so bad because I was relating her driving on screen to a new boy or girl trying to get their license. She obviously has known how to drive a real vehicle for so long that you would think that she would know to make small easy corrections? I guess the fact that it is a game changed her way of thinking because she was on one side of the road/screen in one second and the next instant she was on the opposite side wheeling her way back to the other. Whether or not she will say she liked playing it I am sure that she did.

You never think

Well, I know it has been awhile since I have blogged and for that I am sorry. Sorry that I haven't been doing it and maybe if I had blogged I wouldn't be in the predicament that I am in at the moment.
It is embarrassing to think that I am faced with criminal charges. I have a lawyer that is super confident that I won't be facing any jail/prison time so that is good! It would serve me right though and this might be my last blog for sometime since I won't have access to a computer when serving community service. I am just seeing myself along the highway with the other people who have let these tough times bring them down as well. All of us freezing, picking up the litter that those inconsiderate pigs throw out of there car while driving carefree in their expensive automobiles. Okay not only the rich litter, I am just sour I guess about those who don't care about this planet.
So here it is, since I am imagining that you are wondering why I have a lawyer and everything else. One night about a month and a half ago Sheri and I were stressed about the kids screaming and Quinn was being a terd and wouldn't let us sleep for more than 20 minutes. I guess it took our toll on us and one night it all came tumbling down the mountain. Sheri usually always gets up and takes care of Quinn because I hate getting up because I don't sleep that well anyway. Well after working 4 of my long nights and taking care of the kids in the daytime while Sheri worked I was excited to get some much needed sleep. I remember falling asleep and waking up like 3 times to Sheri getting up and catering to our little (scream every minute) daughter. It was probably 3 in the morning and I wasn't happy at all. The 4th time that Quinn woke up Sheri let her cry and cry (which she usually doesn't) and it was pissing me off like no other. I nudge Sheri to go get her and she yells at me to go and do it myself. I am wicked pissed and go to get up to try to tend to little miss crying angel Quinn. Now when I have to get out of bed I have to crawl over Sheri because our bed is on a corner. I remember this whole moment like it was yesterday and the moment will forever be etched in my brain. Thank goodness it was dark so I don't have to see it in my mind over and over, but then again maybe it should be something that should haunt me. I was in a rage yes, but I never imagined that this situation could ever happen. I am kind of rushing to get out of bed and I must have been a little groggy too but I tried to miss Sheri's body parts while hopping out of bed. I kind of mount over her and ease passed her and not touch her when usually getting out of bed. When in a hurry this didn't work too well and I accidentally slipped and fell on her abdomen with all of my weight on my elbow. In an instant and what feels like an eternity in my head now as it replays over and over, Sheri probably in a reaction to being pummeled from my elbow kneed me in the crotch.
This next part is very hard to write and I can't believe that I am able to write all of this as tears are streaming down my face. I probably won't even hit submit when posting this blog as it is a shame to me, but in case I do have to go to jail I want everyone to know that I am so sorry.
There is no excuse for what happened even though it was maybe a simple reaction from all the stress and having my jewels crushed from a knee, but in no time flat I thought maybe Sheri did it on purpose and retaliated by hitting her. I hit her in the face! Being so tired I don't know how a fist could have had so much velocity. I obviously made contact and must have landed this rage adrenaline filled punch to Sheri's nose and eye socket area. Her nose broke and her eye was hurt pretty bad, but I have heard that she is healing well. She even had three broken ribs from my fat ass crushing her from the initial fall to her mid section. Blood instantly covered her face and pillow. I felt panic rush over me and I tried to hug her and tell her I was so sorry. She raced out of the room spilling red everywhere on her way out of the room and down the stairs. She called the police and I don't know if she even grabbed toilet paper before calling them. You know how in the movies or in an accident the police take forever to show up! Well on this night it seemed as though they were here in an instant. I didn't have time to grab Quinn and follow Sheri down the stairs and see how badly she was hurt (since I discovered that there was a river of blood after getting Quinn and turning on the light) before there was a knock at the door. I could see cop car lights and couldn't believe that I was going to jail. I am sure that I would have done the same thing if I was Sheri. I don't blame her at all. And since this story is all fiction and never happened I can forgive her and I hope that you all can forgive me. It isn't even April Fool's.

****Warning three people have called and didn't understand that this is an actual joke (it didn't really happen)*******


Here are a couple of updated pictures of the kids. Triton is in preschool now, only one day a week. In January he is going to be going 4 times a week and will be having lunch at school. When talking it over with the ladies at the school I almost started crying because I knew that my boy is growing up. I will explain more about that and how my mom was in town to visit this last month as well in my next blog.

Quinn and Cousin Parker

Quinn in her bouncer.

Happy Girl.

Quinn visiting with her cousin Parker whom is a day younger than her.

Move over please, paparazzi is here taking pictures of me Parker.

A Quick Cutie

I have no clue why we haven't thought of getting a picture of big brother holding his sister? I was inspired the other day I guess. I was upstairs trying to get little Quinn to stop crying. She hates to be in the same place for an extended period. She also can't stand being alone, most of the time. So, I get her upstairs and she finally quits fussing. Triton follows because he likes to get into stuff upstairs. I decided to see how good Triton would be if Quinn was in his lap and I told him to hold onto her. I set him down, then sat Quinn in front of him and they were fine. I told him to stay there so I could run downstairs and get the camera. I run as fast as I could in hopes that he didn't let her tip over and get the camera. I run back up and the camera battery is dead of course. So, I run back downstairs and get the flip video. That is why the quality of the picture isn't that great, but I think that it is way cute nonetheless. I took like 20 seconds of video and was happy as could be that I was able to get a still shot with the both of them looking at the camera. Triton is smiling of course because he loves to be in front of the camera, and Quinn isn't fussing and is not drooling. So, I won't be too upset that I didn't get a smile from her as well. She is for sure a drooler! Triton never really did drool at all even when teething, but little Quinn is bound and determined to be unattractive. She holds her tongue in the front of her gums and just drools and has spit bubbles in the front of her mouth 90% of the time. This was another reason that reinforced my opinion of her not being that cute of a baby. I see her in her cute moments with no spit and a huge smile and I know that she is getting cuter day by day.

200? Scroll to see pics of Quinn if you don't want to read the novel

So, I have always told myself that I would never weigh 200 pounds or over! All my life I have ate what I wanted and for the most part I was able to keep the weight off. Senior year of high school I remember the year that I was losing muscle and definition. I never worked out other than P.E. classes in junior high and high school, but I seemed to have a nice flat stomach and yes I had a six pack back in the day. I never had large arms, but I could beat 99% of people in high school at arm wrestling.
A quick funny story about that is there was this kid in high school same grade as I and he knew that I was good at arm wrestling. At the end of junior year he said that he would bet me that he could beat me by the end of our senior year. He was a football player and I wasn't. He was popular and I wasn't, not that that has anything to do with the story, but he was the kind of kid who didn't talk to you because you weren't in the same social crowd as he. Thus he was a nice kid, and we ended up having the same class I believe throughout our senior year. I know we did for at least half our senior year. He and a small group of us trouble makers sat in the back. It seemed once every couple of weeks he would challenge me to arm wrestle. He was determined to win this bet. Well it turns out that he never could beat me and I hate to say that he never really put up that much of a fight either. I never really had to struggle to win a single match against him. You might think that just because he was a football player doesn't mean that he was that muscular. Well this is where the story turns in my favor and therefore I will always have something to brag about. You know at the end of the year when they have those dumb sayings about certain classmates like he or she is the most likely to become an astronaut, or he or she is most likely to become a serial killer. I remember some classmates had titles of what they already were in high school. Like maybe they had nicest personality or prettiest smile. This young man who will remain nameless for his sake was voted the biggest guns in school. Guns meaning his arms! He was huge and his arms were probably twice the size of mine. Arm wrestling is probably 60% techinique and 40% muscle. This is how and why I was able to win. The bet was a measly $5 and at the end of the year I told him that he better pay up. He didn't ever pay me! He mustn't have had the money. Some years later I was working at a bowling alley and he and his friends came in to bowl. I asked him if he had my money and he kind of smiled and laughed it off as he walked away and went to bowl. When none of his friends were watching he came up and gave me 5 one dollar bills! I thought it funny at the time. It is just a little notch on my I am better than the best belt.
Enough bragging and on to that notch in the belt remark. I have been gaining the pant sizes these past few years. I am not fat by any means, but for me I feel like I am obese. It is hard to think of yourself fat in this day and age if you are my weight when you can simply look at 80% of the people and know that they are fatter than you. Dang this country is fat! This does not mean that I am out of the clear when it comes to having good health though. Nor is an excuse to keep letting myself go.
I found out a little over a year ago that I am insulin resistant, which is a really nice way of saying that you are lazy and fat. A person can do minimal exercise and eat proper and never be insulin resistant or have diabetes. Of course there are the few cases in which a person that both exercises and eats correctly can become both. They are few and far between those lazy fat people like me. So, this last year after finding out that I was indeed insulin resistant my doctor asked what I wanted to do (eat better or get on pills)? I didn't want to take pills, but he suggested that we do it and see how it goes for awhile. I was on pills for 6 months and I went back in again. He found out that my numbers were extremely better and that I was almost out of the clear of any fright of becoming diabetic. A couple of numbers where a bit high still, but the overall average had me in the average safe realm. So, I haven't been back in almost a year (I have to go in sometime next month and it will be a year) and the first six months I still wasn't eating right. I was gaining weight and my excuse was the pills. I knew that they were helping keep my numbers down so why eat right? That is partially the excuse that I had for not caring what I was eating. The other is the fact that food is yummy! I love food and it loves me. Well, my pills ran out, they didn't run out exactly they just are going to cost a ton more than they have because of the yearly discount thing. So, out of nowhere (knowing that my pills aren't worth spending that much money) about a month and a half ago I decided to start eating better. When I had my insulin resistant test a gentleman there told me to get a book about dieting when being insulin resistant. I bought the book, but didn't really ever open it up. I kept it nearby so I knew where it was, but I never really cared (again because I knew that the pills were helping).
Six or seven months ago I was working out a bit and weighing myself here and there. I was at 198 the last time I weighed myself. I stopped working out and kept eating whatever there was to eat. I might imagine I got over 200? Who knows? If I didn't weigh msyelf how was I to know if I was over 200 or not? So, after eating a ton better this past month and a half I decided to weigh myself. I was wicked scared because I was afraid it would say 200 or more.
I weighed myself on our scale at home first because I know that it is a bit off. It said that I weighed 185.5, it was such a relief you don't even know! I weighed myself the next day on the same scale of course and it said 183. I knew that I had probably lost about 10 pounds even though I knew that the scale was off. I weighed myself at work (where I knew that it would tell me the truth and I was hoping it said that I was under 190) and it says I weigh about 187.5 pounds. It is way nice to be going the other way for a change. I opened that book and found some info and ideas on how to balance meals. The weirdest discovery in all of this is that I don't go to the fridge and see nothing. I don't go to the cupboards and see nothing. The same food is in there now, there is just so much of it. Before it was "there is nothing to eat" and I drive to McDonald's or Burger King. I go to the fridge now and see so much more food! Haha it isn't because I had already eaten it all in the past! With this diet book there are even certain types of food it doesn't matter how much you eat you can just keep eating it. This is the much larger side dish now that goes with my much smaller regular dish. I eat probably about a can and a half of vegetables a day with my meals.
Sheri's birthday was August 6th and we went to Olive Garden. I had a Caesar salad before my meal. My meal consisted of Chicken, Broccoli and Asparagus! Sheri looked at my meal when it arrived, saw me eating and she said "you are doing way good on your diet". I told her it really wasn't a diet now and that I eat more now then when I was just eating whatever. I really did surprise myself with that meal because the noodles looked so good on the menu. I did have a slice of her and Triton's pizza, but I didn't eat one bread stick! You know how good bread sticks are there too, all warm and tasty! So, I am doing good with eating better, but really haven't had that much extra energy yet. That will obviously come from working out, which is the next step/goal. I first want to see how my numbers are from the visit to the doctor. Plus the more weight I lose before then the less I will have to carry while on the treadmill.

Okay enough about me, take a look at my cute little baby girl. She is such a cutie (NOW)! Okay so those of you who don't know Triton was an oddity. He came out of his mom with no gross goop on him, he wasn't all purple and wrinkly like you see on the television when a mother gives birth to a baby. This actually scared me the first time I saw him because I was expecting to see a wrinkly, purple, gross goop all over him alien. Instead he comes out looking like he is ready to golf 18 holes with his daddy. It was the weirdest thing.
Quinn on the other hand was the exact opposite of Triton, she did in fact come out all gross and wrinkly! I for sure didn't expect her to come out like Triton, but I did expect a cuter baby! It is the meanest thing to say and I know a ton of you are going to think I am a horrible father, but I did not think that she was cute at all. I knew she wasn't a troll like some babies but she wasn't very cute right out of the wome. Not even for at least a month or two after either. I am not one of the parents who thinks that there baby is cute no matter what (obviously). Some parents you see their baby and they are like isn't he or she so cute? You are nodding, but in your head you are saying no, please keep this alien baby away. He or she might win the ugliest dog contest! Okay that was overboard and I didn't think Quinn was near that extreme. Look at her now though with her cute little smile. I hope my eyes haven't glazed over and all of you are thinking "keep that alien baby away from me"! I am imagining Quinn reading this when she gets older and just hating me for it! Oh well, I can tell her that I was an ugly baby. I know this from pictures and a few uncles have even told me that I wasn't a cute baby, and I am not heart broken about it! Anyway, blog over here is my baby girl at almost 4 months old.

Quick Pics

Baby girl with her mom and dad on the day of her blessing.

Triton on the Fourth of July where he got his little patriotic tattoo/sticker on his cheek.

Triton riding his birthday bike, one of three times that he has tried? For some reason he isn't to keen on trying to learn how to ride a bike!

Not Sure About This One?

I haven't had time to get online and post. I am writing this blog to simply yack away for maybe a minute or two who knows? Thus the title of the blog. This could be an all day read or a simple, why in the heck did he even bother posting?
Golf has been okay, I am always trying new things and I think I am going to take another lesson to get rid of all the thoughts in my head and maybe focus on one or two things? I paid for my cousin Josh to take a lesson this last week. He had thanked me many times before he had even taken the lesson. I told him that he could thank me if the lesson helped him. I know that expectations are high after a lesson and your score might actually get worse. From the looks of his game today that was what happened. He had his lesson and loved it, said he learned a lot and was stoked to try to use it. Today was the first time that he was able to use it on the course. I could see the lesson helped, but his old swing is still there and it will just take time. I hope that he gets better because I would love to lose to him and not to Henry's luck. Henry is such a roller coaster, he will shoot 100 one day and 78 the next, but the one thing that cracks me up about him is his luck. If I had Henry's luck I would be down kissing the feet of the golf gods everyday. True he hits a great shot here and there, but there is still about 50% luck in his game. This last week at a golf course with a lot of trees he was whining because he was in the trees all but like 4 holes on the front. After counting I had one more tree trouble shot than he did and I was still winning by 2 strokes.
Funniest thing I ever heard him say was about 3 weeks ago and then I will get off the golf subject. He was in this little group of trees and he hits a shot toward the area of the green/fairway and it hits another tree. We didn't know where it had gone and of course he is expecting the ball to be in the fairway. He drives up and is looking around and I see a ball that was over behind this other tree. I asked him to check that ball because it was the only one around. It was about 20 yards left of where the ball had hit this other tree. He drives over to this ball and says the most funniest, horrible, donkey quote I have ever heard. He says "how the heck did my ball end up here"? This is such a rediculous thing to say because A. He had hit the tree in front of him pretty hard so any normal person would expect the ball to go anywhere. B. He always expects his ball to be playable and in the middle of the fairway, because he always is in the fairway after hitting moronic horrible shots. It just cracks me up that he is as lucky as he is and then it just puts salt on the wound that he isn't grateful for his luck and expects it. It is nice to be an optomist don't get me wrong, but there are times that you should admit to your luck and stop whining when your opponent has one lucky shot per every twelve of yours!! If he is golfing horrible and I have one good break, he turns into a baby saying what a good break you there! One if I am golfing bad I could care less how lucky he is because it is my fault for golfing bad. So I probably don't even notice a few of his great breaks because 2 out of ten rounds I golf horrible. When he is golfing horrible and not getting every break that he is expecting to get he gets on me for being lucky! Crazy, but true?
Okay enough about golf. Onto the fact that Triton is catching on to potty training really good. We put a diaper on him when we go places but that is because he hasn't used a big toilet yet and is comfortable with his little potty training toilet. We ask him all the time if he has to go pee when he is running around the house with underwear on. At first like 2 weeks ago he would say no all the time and he still does, but he has been informing us lately that he has to go. Before and still occasionally he would leak a tiny bit, say potty potty and would finish in the trainer which is great. However the other day he was watching his TV while I was feeding Quinn and Sheri was getting ready in the bathroom (make-up or hair) and he come running up to me without his underwear on saying potty potty, which meant that he had indeed gone potty. It was the first time that he ever went by himself without us asking him or making him or helping him take his underwear off quickly. It was a great moment. He is excited to learn that duty now that he knows it saves him from me having a spank on his toosh! Yes I tried to spank him at first to get him to pay attention and it might have worked only a bit, but mostly it probably made him more timid. I didn't do it every time or anything like that, it was mostly when he had poopoo. This turned out to not be a good thing because the little boy jumped on a band wagon of "I'm Sorrys". I would tell him to lay down so that we could change his diaper or underwear and he would say Sorry, Sorry. This saddened me quickly and I stopped spanking him. What is even more sad is that he says sorry for everything now! The boy saddens his dad, but that is what I get for being a bad daddy. So, I started the encouragement thing. When he started first going in the potty I would act so happy and proud and I probably was and kids are supposed to want to do whatever provokes that action in their parents, but at first he didn't care. He just didn't want to sit on the potty. He has used it more and more and of course we cheer for him and it has helped him a lot. Good Boy Triton, so sorry about the spankings.
The little guy has been rather hyper this last week. We went golfing with Sheri's dad and he was hyper all that day. We get done golfing today get home and take a bath and he is running around the house naked because I was cooking him food and feeding Quinn at the same time. He, out of nowhere, starts hopping around like he is on a stick horse saying "spank, spank"!! While slapping his own @ss! I wish I would have gotten it on camera because I am sure that he was slapping himself hard enough to leave marks? Crazy kid I tell you. I couldn't stop laughing, but I had to because I didn't want him to keep doing it.
Triton had his 3 year old doctors appt. a few weeks ago and the doctor wanted to have his speech tested again because he was concerned about Triton not talking again. This is fine, but I am wondering if this doctor gets a percentage of the money that goes to the speech place. Last time when Triton was not even 2 he wanted us to take him in and they kind of tested him but wondered why we were bringing him there at such a young age. They said that Triton was probably a bit behind but wasn't too concerned and gave us some pointers and we followed and thought that he was doing better. We lack here and there, but we had been helping him and forcing him to use words.
We take him in to this different speech therapy place this time because I wasn't impressed with the cleanliness of this last one. I don't know where all the money that these places make goes because the people that work there aren't very professional when it comes to dress, intellect or simple manners? So, this new place tests Triton and says that he is about ten months behind and is in the severe category. So, we are like okay you are expensive but if this is needed of course we will do it. Sheri takes Triton to his first two appointments, the first being his test and then the next where they work with him. Work with him?? These little sessions are like $190.00 a piece and that is for a 53 minute session? That is fine like I said if they are doing what is needed and it will help him. Sheri said that she wasn't sure how his first session was going to help because she didn't really do anything. I figure okay maybe this is just a first session thing where they get Triton used to the facility and get him comfortable with the councilor so that he can be taught more easily.
So, I take him to his second session and the facility is better looking and cleaner than the last so that was a plus. The lady that took my little man was an elderly woman probably 60 and she wasn't too professional looking in dress or courtesy. Sheri said that this lady played with Triton on day one and didn't really try to get him to say a thing just played with him and used words to inform him of everything he was doing or playing with. This is something that we basically do at home. I sit there this whole hour and she doesn't try to get Triton to say a thing? She doesn't say a word to me to help me with him at home either. She or whom ever is charging a butt load of money to do nothing. I don't know where the money is going, but it seemed to be a complete waste. As well, she coughed into her hand and didn't wash or sanitize before playing with the same toys that Triton was playing with right after doing it! I am a person that is a germophope true, but if you want to keep taking family after family's money then at least have the decency to wash your hands after coughing. So, he isn't going back there and we are going to find a preschool program to get him into. He will be around more children and it will be less money. Money like I said wasn't the issue we have no problem paying the money but at least do something with the child for more than 53 minutes a week for the amount that you charge! I mean I should have asked to see this lady's credentials and how she is so special to get paid so much, but she probably would have handed me a boogery tissue with her name on it. Oh yeah, SHE DOESN'T USE TISSUES!!!
Okay I am finished venting about that for now. Needless to say we won't be taking him back there again. I have made my little boy watch a few more movies that encourage him to use words instead of letting him watch Tom and Jerry all of the time. He loves to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Sesame Street which are great, but when I need the big television I let him watch Disney movies or whatever he usually wants one his own smaller TV, but lately he has been forced to watch "Your Baby Can Read" videos, he doesn't like them much, but he is getting used to the fact that we aren't going to let him slack anymore.
On July 4th (Sunday) I was able to bless baby Quinn. It was such a great experience and I will post some pictures of her in her dress. I wasn't nervous as much about blessing her as I was with Triton but I cried more this time during the prayer/blessing. I am not a person that likes to talk ask anyone who knows me. It has been easier for me to relay feeling on paper. Not because I don't like to talk, I don't for sure like to talk, but it is because if I talk about anything that is emotional to me I cry like a little baby! I always thought that I would be a good actor in the sense that I could basically cry at any time, so the emotional scenes of a movie wouldn't be at all hard to pull off.
Like posting this blog about Triton not being able to talk is emotional to me, but of course I am not dripping tears on the keyboard as I am typing, but I have no doubt if I were to talk to anyone face to face about it that I would bawl like a little school girl with a skinned knee! Alright I guess I am finished with this post, and will hopefully have pics on the next one.