I'm A Blogger...Shhhh don't tell anyone its a secret!

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 I've been considering this whole blogger thing, and I have reached some decisions...

I am not nearly as creative (nor profane) as Jo Jo from Jersey... I love her

Joyce Vance and Barb McQuade, are so damn smart, they just amaze me

George Conway just knows stuff and I admire his honesty 

There are others, many others, 

So, I sat there staring at my keyboard knowing that I have surrendered how much I despise the guy defiling the Resolute Desk in the Oval to Jo Jo, I can never do what she does as well as she does it. I'm aware that Im pretty smart (and DL is just crazy smart) but Joyce and Barb are the Sisters in Law! come on, my best smarts day ends where they go, "I'm having a really bad day, but I'll muddle through. So, George Conway came to mind, we both have ex-wives, so far so good, mine is one of the most thoughtful, kindest, caring, empathetic humans anywhere , and on top of that she is beautiful, not to mention a world class Mom and Universally accepted as a top tier grandmother... so as it turns out George, I am sorry ,we have nothing in common. 

So, I sat there thinking. just what do I have? Why should I/ 

Well, I have had a life.

 As a kid I moved a lot. I didn't realize I moved a lot until I got to know people that didn't think three grade schools, two junior high schools and three high schools was normal. I was a lazy but OK student (there were a couple of insistences that should have rung alarm bells but back then we were all deaf, that had they been heard life might have been different ... like for a year in the fourth grade I convinced first myself, then my Mother and then my teacher that I couldn't read... my mother taught me to read when I was three, so I spent that year sitting on a chair in the back of the room watching education take place) I was a very   good athlete, a terrific dancer and attractive and glib enough to get by. I was a few months past my 20th birthday when I got married, I spent 15 year's living in Corporate America and was pretty good at it, until I wasn't, Built three successful small businesses. I also failed dramatically, lived through ten years of personal hell. And learned things they don't teach, things you have to experience. I fought, most of the time alone, through what only can be described as a complete breakdown. I survived, I learned things, lots of things

 I have flown first class all over most of the world: from the Pacific rim to Europe (I really want to go to Australia) I've stayed in some of the most famous and luxurious hotels in the world... from a cabana at Ojai Valley to a suite at the Hotel de Paris Monte Carlo. Ive also slept behind a dumpster (and in one) Ive slept sitting up with my back to a wall in a shelter. Ive had a closet full of very good suits and Ive carried everything I owned in a backpack. Ive never worked in law enforcement or the military, but I have been held at knife point and shot at three times. Ive competed at the highest levels in a sport I loved. I know what applause feels like and furthermore what it feels like to be booed. I have known admiration even adulation: I have also known disgust and hatred. I have lived...Ive got stories and I intend to share.

As an aside, feel free to comment and try to understand I am impervious to embarrassment, trust me, you can't say anything I haven't either told myself or been told... I have lived through worse, and honestly, it really sounds much worse than it was. I mean. what the fuck, if I survived it...anyone can. 


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