Summer Movies

During the summer of my divorce I saw a lot of movies.  The proximity of my apartment to the theater at the time made it that much easier to get out of the house.  I’ve deemed this the 2nd summer as a new man and as far as movies go, I’m still out and about watching them.  This year I’ve been particularly excited because of the number of movies based on comic books.  This year we have Ironman, The Incredible Hulk, and The Dark Knight (aka Batman).  Now I enjoy these movies mostly because of the fantasy factor and special effects.  I like the idea that a scientist is exposed to lethal doses of gamma rays which changes his body chemistry and turns into a monster whenever he gets angry.  The premise is great as well as many other comic book derived movies. 

I for one was not much of a comic book reader.  They just didn’t fascinate me to the point that I would spend my allowance to buy them (I collected baseball cards).  What I can’t stand though are these comic book nerds who be-smirk people like myself for going and enjoying one of these movies without actually reading the comic book.   They act as if I have no business going to watch THEIR film because I know nothing about the comic itself. 

I remember when the first X-Men movie came out.  I was living in Sacramento at the time AND I was working part time in a movie theater.  I got to see it before the general public did.  Before I saw it though, I brushed up on my X-Men characters and tried to follow the basic plot.  A friend of mine, who was a comic book nerd, berated me about watching the film.  “You’re not going to understand the idiosyncrasies of the movie because you don;t know the comic book.  That’s half the fun of the movie.”   This was quite true.  There were minor things, but I stilled enjoyed the movie.  I also hate these “purists” who complain that the movie is not true to the comic.  Here’s the deal guys, many of the plots you see in comic books have a tendency to be weak.  I don’t mean this in a bad way.  What I mean is that many of them don’t adapt well to spoken dialogue.  It’s fine to have the damsel in distress say, “Oh my!”, but once you put it on the big screen, the stinky cheese factor goes way up.

Obviously, I’m writing very much from a guy’s point of view.  No Sex In the City for me.  As far as I’m concerned that’s a straight to video movie, but I can almost guarantee that I’ll be watching it as my wife is a big fan.  I’ve also taken advantage of the copious amount of movies in the video store.  I just recently saw The Other Boleyn Girl.  I will say that originally I was not interested.   It looked like a chick movie, but I really enjoyed it.

The Jig Is Up; The News Is Out…

This is a picture of my soon to be son Preston

 

Oh…  did I tell you I’m having a baby?  Did I also mention I’m getting married?  

 

OK, let’s make some things clear.  I know there are a few people out there who feel like I’ve moved too fast and I would be inclined to agree with them, but I wouldn’t want to be in any other position in my life right now.  I love the fact that I’ll be marrying M in a week and even more happy that I have a son on the way. I am as happy as I’ve ever been.  So those of you who are saying, “it’s too soon”, “it’s a mistake” can keep it to yourselves.  You’re either with us or not.   I suggest staying with us because, frankly, we kick ass.

So, Preston is well on his way and life is changing on a regular basis.  I actually bought an outfit for my soon-to-be son a couple weeks ago and I didn’t feel weird about it at all.   I don’t feel weird about any of it.  I’m just taking it in and enjoying it.  There is really no other way to experience it all.

More to come later!

Ugh…

I know.  You don’t have to tell me.  I promise to write more over the summer.  All of May and the firstweek of June is just too busy to do anything.  More will come. 

General Blogginess

Being a teacher I rarely get to write for pleasure so when i do get a few minutes I try to take advantage.  Some faithful followers have asked where I’ve been so I figured I better write something.

A part of the reason why I haven’t written is because my GF has vowed not to read it anymore.  I don’t blame her at all.  I get edgy when I talk about the emotional stuff and sometimes people get thrown under the metaphorical bus.  Out of respect for her I’m going to stop doing that.  Communication needs to happen between two people and not between one person and a computer screen.

Anyway, lots of stuff going on these days.  There is some HUGE news, but nothing I’m ready to share yet.  Right now I’m in my classroom showing The Odyssey to my freshman class.  I really hate this time of the year.  The students are tired of school and I’m tired of them.  What’s even worse is I have to catch up on my BTSA work as well as grading which I’m behind at least a couple weeks. 

Another issue is that many of our teachers don’t know if they will have a job next year.  The cuts are effecting all schools districts.  Hopefully because of my coaching experience I’ll have a bit more security.    

Hopefully in another month or so this blog will pick up a bit more.  I want to get back to writing satire and things I enjoy.  Maybe even revel in others drama. 

A Garage Full Of Our Lives

Here is the problem with this blog.  I have several people who are close to me who read this thing and for the most part that’s a good thing, but when it comes to sensitive issues it becomes a problem.  It was easy to be angst and write about the unfairness and pain of divorce.  Life was unstable back then and I used this blog as a way to write the ship.  Now that I’m beyond that and have started a new chapter in my life I think most people assumed that I wouldn’t have much to write about because life is good.  While that is very much true it doesn’t mean that I’m devoid of emotion and don’t have things to say. 

I’ve said in a previous blog entry that many of my writings are spur of the moment, shoot from the hip kind of writings.  What I feel at the time of writing may very well go away an hour later.  If I’m feeling angry about something, I know I can write about it and feel better because I was able to vent those frustrations for your entertainment.  Things have changed though and I’m slowly starting to understand how I need to adjust to those changes.

I’m am committed to an awesome woman and I’ve chosen to live with her and spend the time that I’m not at school with her.  I do it because I love her and I want her to be the first person I talk to when something is on my mind.  The problem I’ve been having is that I still revert to this blog to vent.  I do it because it’s what I’ve been doing for almost the past year (originally started on Myspace) and it has been my first “go to” to say what I need. 

Really what it all comes down to is adapting to change.  There have been times where I’ve been really good at it and some times not so good.  I recognize it though and that’s important.  I get so wrapped up in wanting stability and normalcy right away and I’m not being patient and not allowing it to just happen like it should.  After-all, our garage is filled with our “lives” up to this point and during spring break we’ll be looking through each box and organizing and getting rid of the things we don’t need.  Stability will come.  Love is already there and frankly that is more than enough for me right now. 

ChAoS

My life really isn’t that bad…  it just feels that way.  But then again, all life is is a collection of events throughout the day that we react to emotionally.  We are emotional beings after-all.  Otherwise we’d be like the BORG from Star Trek (an inside joke that M would only get right now). 

This feeling of chaos stems from the fact that I have too much stuff on my plate.  I’m trying to get my lessons nailed down for the rest of the week, I have BTSA (Beginning Teachers Something Something) stuff that needs to get done, I’m trying to do fundraisers for cross country, my apartment is still not completely packed up and moved over to my new house, I still have a TON of unpacking to do, I haven’t run in months, and worst all I feel like I’m a visitor in my own home. 

That last part is my own doing, but at the same time not my doing.  Very little of me is in the house and what is here is tucked away into our office area.  Basically, I’m moving to the office of the house.  Truthfully, I’m outnumbered.  There are two females to my one male and that’s not including the dog and the cat who are both females as well.  I can’t say that the place is estrogen-laden, but I’m waiting for that one moment when the females gang up on me and tell me to go to my corner (yes, the dog barking at me too). 

As usual I over analyze the situation and I know deep down everything is cool.  I’m happy, but I want to be happy and content.  What plays into this is that I still barely know M.  We’re still learning about each other and discovering who we are individually and as a couple.  It’s at an acceptable level right now and the goal is to keep it there and let nature take it’s course.

So chaos may not be the most appropriate title after blogging a bit…  maybe “life”?

House of Healing

Tonight is the last night that I sleep in this apartment.  A year ago today I was sleeping in the spare bedroom of my old home, trying to avoid contact with my now ex.  I remember having to use my cell phone as an alarm clock when getting up every morning and I remember having that hollow feeling every morning.  To this day I won’t use that ring-tone for anything.

In the year that I’ve been in this apartment I went from being sad to being passed out on the floor to rising and being sad again to feeling better and then, finally,  to being happy again.  I did my healing here.  This is where I made change both inside and out.  I discovered what made me tick and I came to terms with who I am and what I wanted to be. 

A lot of things have happened this week.  I finally found out for sure that my ex is going to remarry, which is a big relief for me.  No more guessing when and if it was going to happen.  I also got an e-mail from a very long lost ex-girlfriend who accepted my apology and offered an apology in return.  It finally gave me that last bit of closure that I wish I had gotten 14 years ago.  Lastly, I got rid of another pest who was apparently jealous of the happiness I have now and I put her in her place. 

So on I go.  I get to start over.  And this time I get to be happy…   for good.

This Is A RANT

The theme is universal I think and I encourage you to chime in if needed.I’m so fucking tired of drama.  Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a little gossip now and then with a dash of anger and a spoonful of drama.  I think a lot of people do.  I’m just so sick and tired of the people who can’t seem to sustain life without it in their life.  Everyone has issues; everyone has had a broken heart; everyone has felt betrayed by someone close, everyone has felt cheated and everyone has felt abandoned and left out.  You know what?  It’s OK to feel that way.  You know what’s not OK?  Displacing it on other people.  You know who you are.  We have a freedom of speech policy in this country so you can say pretty much whatever the fuck you want, but it still doesn’t dismiss the fact that you’re a hurtful, manipulative, and selfish person.  Yeah, you know who you are.Where do you get off?  It’s as if you live in a vortex.  Everyone gets sucked in.  Do you even realize what you do?  Have you ever taken the time for personal reflection and stepped outside yourself and taken stock about how your actions effect others?  I doubt you have because if you had you would have figured it out by now.  What kind of person makes their friends feel sympathetic to you, then uses that as leverage?  You know what I hate even worse?  The excuses.  “My boyfriend/girlfriend left me; I’m divorced; my work schedule is too hectic; I’ve been betrayed; I’ve been lied to.”  At my lowest point just under a year ago I passed out in my kitchen after drinking 3/4 of a bottle of Kentucky’s finest because I felt that no one wanted me and that everyone abandoned me.  I made a couple drunk calls and almost burned some bridges.  I got up the next morning and decided I was going to stop being an asshole and start living my life.  NO ONE wanted to hear my drama and NO ONE was going to help me until I got my shit together.  Did I lose some friends along the way?  Sure, but the difference between you and I is that I didn’t drag my friends through the mud.  I spoke no ill will of them because by doing that, that would just make me become what I so sorely despise.  You know who you all are so I’m going to give you some advice as a friend.  Get your shit together.  Quit whining.  Take responsibility for your actions and quit being a bitch/dick.  NO ONE like a drama queen and frankly you just piss everyone off with your attitude.  Time to change.

Good night one and all.

Marathon! (part deux)

It’s over and done and I’m sore and exhausted.  I promise to write a lengthy entry with plenty of pictures within the next week.

 It was an INCREDIBLE experience!

MARATHON!

Tomorrow morning I leave for Florida.

Race is is Sunday at 6am EST.

Wish me luck.