Vacation Myrtle Beach Style

Can you see the passion in those eyes. The lust for all things made of sugar. This is the face of a child on vacation.

I have a tip for you all. Take your kids away sometime. Yes the eight hour drive was not the greatest thing in the world getting there and seeing the kids just have fun doing things that were different than they do every day was a real treat. You can take for granted how much of a routine even kids can get wrapped up in. And nothing gets kids out of a rut like standing in the ocean. I was standing in the ocean with my youngest letting waves hit us in the face. And while my oldest wasn't a big ocean fan, he jumped from the edge of the swimming pool to me and kicked his legs to try to swim. I'll give it to you that they probably won't remember much about this vacation in a couple years but I'll remember the fun they had for probably the rest of my life.

And hopefully by next vacation I'll be able to get off my ass and get in shape. Man those waves take a lot out of you. But that's a post for another day.

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At the Wall

Life is weird. I was hoping to have a better opening line for my first blog in a while but that's the best I could do. My dad The guy who thinks he is Dominican in the picture came into town. Of course he wanted to see his grandchildren. What grandfather wouldn't. But this time he had a little side business he was hoping we could help him out with.

When I was a kid, a really little kid I had two heros. Reggie Jackson and my dad. Unfortunately there was a time there that I didn't see my dad many more times than number 44. It sucked bad. Especially since he was a fighter and I loved him taking me to the firehouse. You may not believe this boy and girls but before the Internet and on-demand everybody wanted to be a cowboy and fire fighter. As I grew older I started seeing and hearing less and less from my father. Got to the point there that for a time I started wanting to see him less and less. I didn't fully realize then the baggage my father carried around all that time. Hell I still don't fully get it. But as I get older things get a little clearer.

On top of an interesting childhood to say the least my Dad was in Vietnam. He was actually there in 1970 as I learned this week. It never hit me until much later how much Vietnam effected him. Honestly I didn't have a real conversation with my dad until just before I was married at 26. And that was after a lot of years of being at contact and him finally getting help with the demons he had been carrying around since his childhood and his unplanned travel in Southeast Asia. I think we have spoken more the last eight years than the 26 years before that. He saw me get married. He even calls me every couple weeks. Which made it all the more special I guess for him to ask to go to the Vietnam Memorial.

Its only fitting that when we got to the wall it rained like crazy. He told me the rain drops were so big that he felt like he was back in Nam lol. Most the time he was just staring at the wall real quite. Just us two and a could hundred other people in the rain looking at a wall of names gone longer than I've been living. And then in the middle of sideways rain my dad goes "These are all the guys that didn't make it back". And all I could do is answer saying that not everybody that made it back made it though.

I hope they build a wall for Iraqi and Afghan Vets right next to Vietnam Vets. So American's for years to come can see the price of unnecessary wars really is. - mtony75

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These Things that Men Should Do

I read an article online a few months ago talking about things Every Man should be able to do to be considered a man. Things like grill a steak, change your breaks, etc. Most of which I can say I've done. Unfortunately, I can say I done something recently that should be added to the list. Bury a dog.

The family dog, Jasmine Marie unfortunately met up with the business end of a truck last week. More unfortunately my wife was chasing after her and saw the whole incident. Long and short Jasmine got caught in the wheel well and the driver, a former dog owner himself, brought her back. Needless to say the family mood was not the best at all. The wife was beat up over seeing the whole incident, the kids kept asking where the dog was, my oldest was asking mommy why the man in the truck brought Jasmine back, and I had a pet to put to rest. Isn't that a Thursday evening for you.

Its amazing how attached to an animal you can get. For the last year and a half I had to sleep with this little inbred mutt between my legs. And mornings were always fun with the tan menace jumping up and down licking and smelling in my ear so that I would walk her. So cute and special huh. Well hell no. I hated walking that dog and I'm not a morning person. But, when you love something you deal with crap like that. She was my little girl dog that was always happy to see me and I would have to kick out of my lap. So forgive me if I was a little emotional when burying her. Especially since she had her paw hunched over her snout like when she was sleeping. Not cool at all. But I was able to to put together a pretty decent grave site and secure it so she can rest in peace without being disturbed. A great feat considering the little squeak toy on crack never let me sleep a full night. But I guess it does bring me some comfort.

Anyhow its been a few days and I feel like its time to stop acting like a punk and move on. I think I'll continue my addiction to social media and start pinging and twittering away in the morning. I actually feel the need to share the most uninteresting details about my life online again. But I can honestly say that when I wake up and when I get home from work, it feels a little weird not to be dragged out by the fuzz ball. Life moves on. RIP Jas.

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Love Is ???

Hmmm I say. Why Hmmm you may ask? Well mostly because I'm up at 12:30 am with work in the morning. But also because I was going though some of my tweets Using the lovely AIR run Seesmic Desktop and ran across a very short and to the point Twitter message. The message simply said Relationships take time. So Hmmm.

To some degree I agree with this thought. It takes time for things to get right and to trust someone enough to want to stay with them. I mean no one want to commit to a person they find out in a few months to be crazy. Hell it even took me almost five years to marry my wife.
I know I know. Stupid stupid stupid. But that's not why I think relationships are hard. Actually I think that is the easy part. Relationships aren't hard to get into, but rather they are hard to stay in. In my honest opinion of course.

People get bored. Real easy in fact. After months, or years if your lucky, of hot and heavy passion and you get use to a person, people loose motivation to keep loving the person they and "In Love" with. I really thing that people put too much stock in this over romantic Hollywood version of love that gets sent to us via the television and movies. We feel that if you not feeling like your floating on air or hearing humming birds singing all the time something must be wrong or missing. I can bear witness to the fact that in over 13 years that me and my wife have been together we have not once had fireworks go off when we kissed, had horns honk when we held hands, or had a naked baby with wings fly down from the heavens and shoot use with a short bow when we exchanged gifts on February 14th. I know, odd right.

Relationships are hard. Not for obvious reasons though. We make such a big deal about love when it really is one of the most simple things in the world. Plan and simple, if you want to be in love, stay in love. Yes some may say well we are growing apart or we don't like the same things anymore, or blah blah blah. Well I'm sorry but last I checked humans have free will. And folks what I am about to say may be the most ass backwards unromantic thing you have ever heard but I believe it to my heart. Free will and desire are two separate things. If I see Dawn Lewis from A Different World and Hanging with Mr. Cooper walk down the street my heart would skip a beat and I might even go light headed. But minute of every hour of every day I tell myself that I am married to the most beautiful awesome woman in the world and deep down I believe it. Though good and hard times I believe it. And yes I did find Jaleesa sexy back in the day.

No down get me wrong. Marriage can be a bitch. Between money, and kids, and family, and friends, and work you barely got the energy to be pissed of by something either one of you actually did to make you mad. There might even be a day where you wake up and get so overwhelmed that you want to stay in the bed and wish all the troubles of adult life away. But I am here to tell you all that if you want to be with someone and that someone wants to be with you there is nothing that should ever be able to stop you from being together. As long as you two communicate and agree that you are in this together you can talk, compromise, give, take, and grow your way out of any situation. I've personally had everything short of a meteor fall out of the sky and land on my head the last six years. But everyday I wake up and every night before I go to sleep in good or bad mood I look across the bed, room, or house at the most wonder person I've ever met in my life and tell her how much I love her and how beautiful she is and I remind myself how lucky I am. And I in effect remind her how corny I am she says whatever and life goes on.

Love is a choice. And humans have very short memories. So I don't believe people fall out of love. They just come of with reason not to be. Love isn't supposed to be comfortable. Love isn't supposed to be easy. And love shouldn't have well lit and marked emergency exits at both ends of the cabin. Love is hard. Love is tedious. But nothing but love is worth the effort. You just got to want it. Together. That my blabber. Nite

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What Da Plurk

June 2008. Remember it like it was yesterday. I was at home on a Sunday night waiting for the premier of Venture Brothers season 3. As always I have my laptop in front of me browsing the web and checking out Twitter. And as was so often the case then suffering though another "Fail Whale" encounter. It just so happened that this weekend I learned about a new "micro-blogging" service called Plurk. And since I couldn't use Twitter I decided to give it a try.

In short, Plurk was AWESOME!!! I wasn't by any means a huge Twitter fan at that time. Didn't have a lot of followers. Didn't really talk to a lot of people. Twitter just always felt like I was screaming in a large bar and hoping somebody heard me. Plurk was personal. You could create friendships. Send private messages to groups of people. Eventually you could embed Youtube videos and pictures. Plus it was just so pretty. In many cases it was the Anti-Twitter. I started spending more and more time on Plurk. Ping.fm even started to support Plurk. I had friends I spoke to everyday. It really became not only a micro-blogging site, but my social network site of preference. So what the Plurk happened then?

Plurk hasn't changed from what I've seen. Except for tones of friend spam that is. But it just seems like the Tweetzilla has wrestled back all of my attention. Even worse, lots of my Plurk buddies have switched back to Twitter full time. I know personally Twitterberry and Tweetdeck drew me back to Twitter. Just being able to use Twitter wherever I go is a big bonus. There are apps for Plurk, but they make Plurk look like Twitter. Especially the mobile site. I know its hard to truly represent Plurk proper (Web site) on mobile phones so it isn't really fair. But would you carry around a 5 ounce 7 inch TV with all cable or satellite channels that showed them in black and white?

That being said, I still think Plurk is hands down the better and more enjoyable service. But what it come down to at least for me, if I can't use it the way I want to, it defeats the purpose. If President Obama and AshTon Kutcher only found Plurk first.

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