The kids and I went for a walk yesterday, up to the Dollar Store (a blessing and a curse, that. Deets to come in a sub to come!).

A trip that may take me 45 minutes, tops took 2 and a half hours. Bless the littlest one, and her wee li'l legs.

Any way, the kids and the overpass that runs over 95-S are hereby represented. I only include the overpass shot because I think it's a cool one of the highway leading into the city...and I think my Wanderlust is kicking in.

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Mmyeah, it's been a hot minute since I've been able to blog, as I've been dealing with life's nifty li'l vicissitudes as of late.

But, I'm back. And I have a plan.

Recently, I came as close to rock-bottom as one could get...and it weren't pretty, True Believers. I'm still kinda dealing with it, and I'll be paying for a couple of really bad decisions for a really long time.

The good news, though, is that I'm climbing back up. I'm confident that I won't be as low as I have been, and that I'll be even higher in days to come.

I plan to reveal my..plan..(ouch, that was painful) in phases. Part, the 1st has already begun: exercise. Getting back to my "fightin' shape", as it were, or, if I were to believe some comments I've gotten here (flatterers!), the Frame to match the Face. Oh yeah. Confidence in spades, baby.

Part, the second: remove distractions. An unfocused mind is an unproductive one. To wit: I've killed my FailBook account. I want to abuse it by blasting those whom I feel have wronged me, and that's an abject waste of time. Blame (read: "it's all their fault") is the polar opposite of Ownership (read: "I fcuked up"), and I'm no longer in the Business of Futility. They're clearly not worried about ME, so why should I give a squirt of piss for their gums should they suddenly find their teeth afire?

Correct. I shouldn't. So, I won't. Wow, scarily easy, hmm?

As was finding what I've missed for a while: writing. I haven't gotten encouragement about that lately, but I remebered that most people don't really care about what makes others happy. And you shouldn't be blamed for that, either. It's not your fault if you aren't on their wavelength.

It's your parents'.

I kid; I'm sure they're lovely people.

Part the third: mo' kid time! Speaking of, I'm late for a walk to the store. :)

Thanks for lis'nin' so far, folks. More to come.

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The subject above surmises my day (read: life) as of this writing. But, not necessarily in a bad way.

Examples: I've chosen to relate to a certain person..well..not at all anymore. Hurts, but it shows I still feel, even after the divorce. Yay, me!

I'm at a soul sapping job, one that I surely didn't put on my Top Fifteen Gigs list...but, I'm working, eating and taking care of my kids, as far as the great state of Maryland is concerned.

I have family who love me, kids who tolerate me, and the respect of those who I consider peers. Some people would literally sell their diseased riddled bodies for a shadow of an inkling of that.

Trust me: I know one.

Anyway...it ain't great shakes, but it ain't nowhere as bad as it could be.

Ergo: meh. It is what it is.

But...I'm choosing to make it what it will be.

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You wanna put the proverbial Fear o' the Almighty into someone?

Three li'l words will often do the trick:

I. Know. Everything.

The reactions are priceless! Try it the next time you're faced with the inevitable skeeviness that comes with people.

/end PSA

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So, this morning I get to have an indulgence I haven't had in a while: Saturday morning cartoons.

Sure, they aren't nearly as good as they were "back in the day"..and I've got to cook breakfast..and do laundry..and clean the basement..and work out..and get ready to see my ex-wife about some visitation..and prepare for some snow as if it were the Genesis Deluge..

I can still watch a 'toon, or two.

Small miracles...
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