I had a great time with my wife last night. We drank, hung out, then had sex in the back yard. This morning, we lounged around in bed for a short time, then had sex again. My body was aching afterwards. It was good until I walked down the stairs. I felt like the muscles in my legs and back were going to give out.
This month was my oldest brother's bday. My mom took me and my brothers, with our families, out to lunch. It was nice and kind of stressful... too many kids. Life's been changing a lot with all this kid stuff, but that's a lot that I'm not typing about right now. It's not necessarily a bad thing. I just have other things on my mind right now.
After lunch, me and my the brother I live with, not the oldest one, went to see our father. He was in town because his step son had a baby. I haven't seen him since I was 16 and that was only briefly when I was in the hospital from a car wreck. I think he was drunk and I was out of it. Before that, I don't remember how old I was, but I vaguely remember going to Alabama to see him. He's old now and thinner, but he still has the beer in his hand. He went through cancer shortly before I did. He's covered in scars, more than I am. He's missing part of one of his fingers, but that's one thing that I always remembered about him. I stopped hating him a very long time ago. He never did anything to me, but he never did anything for me. When I was a kid, I felt that my life could have been better with a father, if he had been there to take care of me. I was a teenager when I decided that I didn't care anymore. He was nothing more than a distant relative that I didn't care about. Today was strange when I saw him. I'm kind of interested. I'm not interested in him as a father. I think I'm just kind of curious about things, but I'm not sure what...
Anyway, we sat around for a short time while the kids played, then we had to get our kid to a sock hop. Now, he's at his mother's and I'm spending time with my wife again. I've been so happy. It doesn't seem like we normally get this much time to spend together. Of course, I've been really nauseated most of the day.
This month was my oldest brother's bday. My mom took me and my brothers, with our families, out to lunch. It was nice and kind of stressful... too many kids. Life's been changing a lot with all this kid stuff, but that's a lot that I'm not typing about right now. It's not necessarily a bad thing. I just have other things on my mind right now.
After lunch, me and my the brother I live with, not the oldest one, went to see our father. He was in town because his step son had a baby. I haven't seen him since I was 16 and that was only briefly when I was in the hospital from a car wreck. I think he was drunk and I was out of it. Before that, I don't remember how old I was, but I vaguely remember going to Alabama to see him. He's old now and thinner, but he still has the beer in his hand. He went through cancer shortly before I did. He's covered in scars, more than I am. He's missing part of one of his fingers, but that's one thing that I always remembered about him. I stopped hating him a very long time ago. He never did anything to me, but he never did anything for me. When I was a kid, I felt that my life could have been better with a father, if he had been there to take care of me. I was a teenager when I decided that I didn't care anymore. He was nothing more than a distant relative that I didn't care about. Today was strange when I saw him. I'm kind of interested. I'm not interested in him as a father. I think I'm just kind of curious about things, but I'm not sure what...
Anyway, we sat around for a short time while the kids played, then we had to get our kid to a sock hop. Now, he's at his mother's and I'm spending time with my wife again. I've been so happy. It doesn't seem like we normally get this much time to spend together. Of course, I've been really nauseated most of the day.
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on your foot, huh? i hear feet tattoos are 'in' these days.
but you have some bony feet. not exactly ideal practicing grounds! now your butt....... thats another story