A Late Update

Here we are, nearing the end of 2010 and, before this post, I have only made Here we are, 3 months into 2011 and I only made TWO posts all year last year…TWO. I actually started the draft of this post back at the end of November last year…so now I have to go through and make some changes and finally publish it.

I’m a bad, bad blogger…

In my defense, I’ve been pretty busy. I’m hoping, now that some things have changed in my life, that I will find more time to write. I do enjoy writing…more importantly, I enjoy being a source of entertainment (or in some cases, information).

While this post won’t be particularly entertaining, I thought I would announce on my blog a couple of things that most people who know me already know, but explain at least SOME of the scarcity of my posts.

I guess the first thing is my job…or rather my old job. After pretty much 8 years with the same company, I decided it was time to move on. That job kept me so busy so much of the time that when I DID have down time, I didn’t feel like writing.

In October last year, I started a new job. A new job with a less demanding schedule. So far, I absolutely love my new job. It’s good work…it’s challenging work…it’s fun work. I put my time in during the day, and when I leave work, I leave work. I am on an on-call rotation where 1 out of every 5 weeks I could get called if disaster strikes. Other than that, at the end of the day, I don’t worry about work anymore. I spent a few months commuting because we were getting ready to move (oh yeah, my job is in a new city). We’re now in a tiny apartment until we can sell our old house and build/buy a new one. But, the good news is, my family is with me and I have more personal time.

Speaking of personal time…I probably won’t have that much time to myself…but in a good way. In September, my wife and I finally ended our 2.5 year journey in trying to adopt when we finally adopted our son. Now, instead of an adoption journey, we have embarked on a parenthood journey. He is now 6-and-a-half months old and we’ll be finalizing the adoption in just a couple of weeks. My son is an amazing little boy and I am so blessed be able to call myself his dad.

I hope to give my blog a face-lift soon…and after that, I hope to start posting on some kind of regular schedule. In the mean time, the 10 of you who are still subscribed to my blog…thanks for not giving up on me! I’m also gonna try to make use of the WordPress app on my phone to post here and there when I have a quip I feel like sharing instead of thinking I’ll remember to do it later…cuz I never do.

Thanks for reading. I hope to hear from me soon!

Some random thoughts

My brain is a jungle of random thoughts right now. So, if you please, I’ll just jot them down and get on with my day.

First, I’m thinking about the adoption my wife and I are working toward. We will be happy to adopt whatever child the Good Lord brings our way, but for some reason, in my mind, I see us ending up with a little Hispanic girl. Why girl? Probably wishful thinking. I’ve always wanted to be able to say “That’s my boy!” but there’s just something about having a “daddy’s girl” that kinda makes my heart soft. Why Hispanic? Probably because of where we live. A significant portion of the population in our area is Hispanic. I guess that doesn’t mean we’ll end up with a Hispanic baby, but the odds are probably in that favor.

I had a dream last night that we adopted a little Hispanic girl. This was not a baby adoption, however. Our first adoption will be an infant. But I still can’t stop thinking about the dream from last night. It was kind of an emotional dream. The little girl was living in foster care until we came along. I remember calling her by her name, but I don’t remember now what that name was…it was something like Syliva or Sarina or something like that. She was maybe 4 years old or so and was just in absolute tears when she came into our home. She was tired of being moved from home to home. In my dream I hugged her and promised her that this was the last time. I explained to her that when she was moving from home to home it was because she was in foster care, but adoption was different. She was now going to be OUR child! She was going to stay in our home for good! She was so happy. Later on in the dream she was a very happy little girl and very excited that she didn’t have to worry about moving to another home because she was very happy that we were her new parents.

Skipping on to the next random thought – we bought a new (used) vehicle yesterday. After doing a little looking around, we found a vehicle that seemed like a good fit. After looking into the fuel ratings of the sedans we were interested in and the SUVs we were interested in, we decided the SUV would be it. The fuel economy between the two was almost identical. The SUV was newer and very well maintained. It’s not a big SUV, but it’s bigger than the car that Crystal despises. Should be good for bringing home a baby from the hospital! I’m sure she’ll be blogging about the vehicle later, so I’ll leave it at that.

And, lastly, I need to stop procrastinating on taking the defensive driving course. I have one month left to take the course and turn in the results with my driving record to the judge (I got a speeding ticket) and requested that the ticket be dismissed from my record in trade of six hours of my life being dedicated to learning how to drive more safely. The ironic thing is that (and I am certain Crystal would be willing to confirm) I am a very safe driver. I RARELY exceed the speed limit (in fact I usually set my cruise control right at the speed limit). I always make sure I come to a complete stop at a stop sign. It’s a pet peeve of mine when people fail to use their turn signal.

This particular day was a very long day for me at work. At 6pm when I was ready to head home, I got a call that resulted in my having to drive an hour out of town to fix a cash register for one of our restaurants. I went to the office and picked up some spare parts and headed out to make the fix. Between being tired from the day and angry that it wasn’t over yet, somehow I misread my speedometer. In this case I was allowing myself to travel 2 mph over the limit. Turns out I must have been looking at the wrong line and was going 2 mph over 5 mph over the limit. Cop said he clocked me at 77 in a 70. Cited me for exceeding 10% over the speed limit.

So there you have it. The mess that is my brain this morning. Hope it wasn’t too boring, but maybe getting it all out will help me focus on the task at hand…internet course for defensive driving. Yay.