I have not written anything in well over a month, and, well, I guess I better hunt and peck my way back into the hearts of my admiring fan-base consisting of at least me. Usually something sparks a thought, and then I write to get it out, or vent. It is just how I roll.
I must say I find it odd at times the preconceived notions people have of me. Crazy, goofy, intense, mean, too serious, not serious enough, bald, weird, extreme, kind, loud, obnoxious, outgoing, easy going, sympathetic, harsh, abrasive, blunt, I could probably list many more adjectives, but you get the picture.
I am glad for those that actually take the time to get to know me or have taken the time to get to know me and what makes me tick. Although those closest think they know all about me, some is kept in reserve. But I think we all do that. Have to have some mystery right?
If you are reading this, you are probably thinking that I am about to get real wordy and write a tell all about my childhood, my young adult hood, and parent hood. WRONG!
If you want to know that stuff, you can ask, and take the time to get to really know me. I am not mean, unless you hurt my kids. I can be intense because I am passionate too a fault. I will help anyone, becuase well, it makes me feel good to serve.
But, I will shut you down, like turning off a light switch if you hurt me or my kids. There is an old saying that goes like this - " I wouldn't piss on you to put out the flames if you were on fire!"
Too blunt, maybe. Too harsh, could be. But it is part of my make up. The flip side of that coin is a guy that will go out of his way to help. And my soft spot, my Achilles heel, my lot in life because of my childhood, is to serve kids and build them. But that is another story for another time.
