I seem to recognize your face ...

So it has recently been brought to my attention [again] that my blog writing skills are for shite … well, to be exact, my consistency is for shite. And for that, I’m sorry … so I’m going to try something new –shorter posts, less diatribe-y. More killer, less filler? Tastes great, less … you get the point.
It has been just over 6 months since I started this blog, and it hasn’t been as ‘successful’ as I would have hoped, but that is my own short-coming, really. There have been a great number of ups and downs since entering my 35th year on this earth … this past week has shown yet more of that journey. Frankly put, it was a hard week, there were some significant struggles between the FemCom and I – communication and impressions that were misinterpreted by one another. And [once again] it was something that she and I worked/talked our way through.
And yet on Friday night, we were tested in another way – tested on a front that really affected not just her and I, but also our kids. Between her ex-husband eating dinner with his ‘date’ at our chosen restaurant [awkward to begin with] to her kids wanting to chat with their dad for a few minutes [not a big deal – I totally understand that] to an appearance by someone I once thought a friend [who turned out to be something far worse – selfish and manipulative], it was definitely a dinner that could have caused a great amount of stress. Instead, because of our strength [and incredible stubbornness], we were able to laugh it off – as a sign from the Fates that maybe we really shouldn’t eat dinner out in KnoxVegas. To that, I say “Duly noted.”
It has also become readily apparent that, if we continue on our current pace, we will likely end up with all kids in roughly two years’ time. Not exactly the “Rock and roll lifestyle” that others have claimed I was after … maybe that lifestyle is more about being happy – actually happy; and not about drinking and partying all the time.
Additionally, there are some in KnoxVegas who seem to be searching for gossip to dish out on us … and are failing miserably. Or is it failing successfully? When the only thing you can dish is that we are supporting an old friend in running for City Council, then I would call that a smashing success [no gossip about us, and his name gets out a little more].
So … this is longer than I expected … but whatever. ;) It won’t mean a thing in 100 years, right?