I guess it would be safe to say that I have been absent long enough now for those still paying some resemblance of attention to have begun entertaining, at least briefly, the idea that I have sold off all my worldly belongings, crossed state lines (forsaking this cursed hobby) and entered into a federally funded program that allows a fresh start for those who, by the nature of their business dealings, spend a good portion of their lives looking over their shoulder.
But as much as all outward appearances may lead one to think that to be true, I am here to assure everyone that I am not only very much alive, (no doubt much to the dismay of my wife's ex-husband) but that in spite of the noises my knees make when getting up off the floor, I am still of reasonably sound mind and body. And if that is not enough to solidify my sincerity, then let me just add that in spite of my wife's continued protests, my dirty laundry is still being tossed upon the very same piece of real estate that it was at the time of my last update. So that my friends, should be proof positive that it will be incredibly more difficult to be rid of me than some of you may have assumed.
But now that the wedding and honeymoon are behind us I would like to add, (as if I haven't babbled on long enough already), that I would be amiss if I didn't offer up at least a little bit of a confession. The fact that a bit of the fine print on that marriage contract somehow managed to escape my scrutiny. And as such, I have been left truly underestimating the time required to execute my duties as a newly appointed husband and father. You see.... and those of you family types will know where I am coming from here.... it is no longer ALL ABOUT ME! Which was not only a concept that worked well for yours truly in his younger years, but was also a concept that I thought I would continue to carry with me well into retirement. Well, not any more. No sir-ee indeed! It is all about someone else now. Like kid's birthday parties, and back to school nights, and award banquets, and the ever-popular arguments on the phone with ex-husbands that employ the logic of a pile of rocks.
Oh wait, that sounded just a little too jaded. Let me try that again.
...fights on the phone with certifiably paranoid ex-husbands who decide to marry their first cousin and start a new family two states away leaving three kids behind to wonder why their dad bailed on them.
There, that sounds much better. Then again, I might just be splitting hairs on that one.
Ok, ok, now endeth the lame excuses and soap box diatribe. I hear your cries to bring no the pictures. I will now bow to the wishes of the jpeg whores and shut my trap.
We're walking now, this way people, please try and stay up with the group!
Brett