I just love Comic Scans MS font. So I have some new blogs to debut, and I hope you all enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them. Here’s a little snippet of what’s to come…
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I must blog about my most awesome baby child Scout. She amazes me everyday how smart she is. She has always been a thinker hands on take apart something to learn how it works, then put it back together just to see if you can kind of kid. As a baby she only wanted to cry. AJ and I had several tried and true methods to calm this child of mine. The vacuum was AJ’s favorite (although she will disagree with me here just because we are complete opposites that complete each other). The one that worked best was walking her up and down the sidewalk signing to her or just walking back and forth quietly to get her to go to sleep or just stop screaming at the top of her lungs. But other than that, she seems to have avoided the genes that make Dalton and Dakota so different. I will be typing for as long as my carpal tunnel allows me about Scout Opal Woody.
My son was born July 17th 1990 on father’s day. Still to this day, and I have had a few, my best ever fathers day present. He was my sidekick for the 1st 7 years of his life. Then it went real bad with his mother and I and I went from seeing him everyday to not seeing him for 6 months, then when I did finally see him, it was with a protective glass between us due to my being incarcerated. It killed me for him to see me there, but it was worth it, just to see my baby boy after so long. I saw him one other time before I took the deal and pled guilty. The visits after were regular and some of our best times together. We had a routine were we would go to Putt Putt or something cool on Saturday nights, then CiCi’s Pizza every Sunday. Pizza and big screen football, what a religion. Jump to present day and I am having the hardest fricken time being his father than ever. I need to help him become a man, but I can’t. I have to let him fly away where eagles fly and hope he soars. He is not getting much other support from other family members, but I know he is that damn good, and that Denton, Texas is a great portal for him to launch his career. He needs confidence now and shit just ain’t going his way. Having a 20-year-old son makes me feel old. I feel for my father with a 44-year-old son still trying to find his man hood. Much more to come…
I first met Anjanette when she was a young teenager going through normal teenager stuff but seeking refuge at my Pops & Melinda’s home on Elizabeth in Ryan place. I may have met her back at the house on Warner Street, but I can’t remember some of that time of my life. I did not need an excuse to abuse any substances. Anyway, AJ caught my eye the first time I saw her because she is truly a stunning woman, just like her mother. She has that model face with the pronounced cheekbones and all. Her eyebrows are a major turn on for me… (Oops, keep er’ G mate). But she was doing her thing and I was defiantly doing my thing. We were like brother and sister, she even hung out with one of my AA friends I went through treatment with. She had this friend she was very tight with and they were always together every time I saw her. Yes, she attended my first Wedding to Dalton’s mom and yeas she advised me to not marry as did several other people I will not mention. We lost contact after that and didn’t meet again until I finally decided to start dating again almost 2-years after my divorce to Amy. I was drinking and running a delivery route for Majestic Liquor warehouse. I delivered to clubs and one of them was the “Home Plate” formerly the all time greatest bar in FW “SuSu” lounge; right next to Zeke’s Fish & Chips off Camp Bowie. AJ happened to be working at Zeke’s then and we knew a lot of the same people but hadn’t ran into each other yet. One night I was partying there and I saw here (with Marolyn white hair) at the other end of the bar. I asked a mutual friend if he knew her name and he said, Who AJ”? and I knew it was Anjanette. I asked him to go down there and ask her if her real name was “Anjanette”. He agreed and the look on her face when he asked her was priceless. I let her stew and search the Bar over for a bit, then I walked down to her and started talking to her like nothing was up. It took her a few minutes to realize who I actually was, then she hugged me and totally freaked out. I asked her if I could come see her at Zeke’s the next day and she said yes. I did, I asked her out, and the rest is the best years of my life… Pages and pages to follow…
And if I can squeeze in some time to write a Sports blog, you will all have a bonus blog to read. If you didn’t know, you can click on each of my blogs (Follow This) link and can now follow with several media id’s; like Yahoo, Google reader, etc… I will try to post to Facebook, but that avenue is down for me right now. NCISP man!!! (No Current Internet Service Provider)
And… “Whew let me catch my breath” more on Sobriety, Dakota Is Awesome, and much more. It’s going to be a blog topiary! I promise!
Hell, I might even through in some Politics. I had lunch today with Kit Cheny from NOV and he is one connected smart individual.

1 comments:
you sound very healthy right now glad your back. stay sober woody you deserve to be.
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