When I was growing up I was squeeky clean.  I worked hard, I was honest, I felt bad if my parents felt bad.  I was such a conformist.  I was also  a pacivist.  That combination got me beat up a lot.  Hell, I would have beat me up too.  That being said, I was not equipped to raise normal teen- aged boys.  I trusted too much.  I didn’t realize that my kids would actually lie to me.   When Craig came into the picture, he said both your boys are lying to you, they’re both having sex and one of them is smoking pot.  Of course, Craig couldn’t be more wrong.  My little Angels?  The things we find out later.  I had no idea my Thunderbird could do 130MPH.  I had no idea that the back seat of Chris’ 55 Chrysler was a perfect nookie spot.  And all those burn holes in Eric’s bedroom carpet were just from the incense that he likes to burn a lot.   I’m also a guy who notices  everything.  I’m aware of everything that’s around me.  When I drive, I not only know there’s a car behind me, I know how long it’s been there and the make, model and color.  I know when some body has moved a chair out of its spot, etc.  There was one weekend when Craig and I planned on being out of town and Eric agreed to dog sit.  Years later he told us that he had a wild bash in the house when we were gone.  The way he pulled it off was:  visqueen on all the walls to prevent stains, making a diagram on paper where everything in the fridge was(especially the bud light), what pictures were hung and where, how the CDs were stacked.  He put away all breakables and made sure they were put back exactly where they were.  Two dining room  chairs were broken, he fixed them better than new.  Some coasters were lost, but I never caught on.  I’ve got to give him a big high five for that one.   Craig still wants his coasters back.     Any fun stories from the wild crazy years? We all looked so innocent, didn’t we?

Right now I’m listening to Chopin and the dishwasher at the same time.  I think it needs to be one or the other.  That’s how I feel about face book and blogs.  I am very weary of face book and it’s mainly because I don’t understand.  I joined and immediatly felt so exposed.  I need someone to guide me through it.  I have navigated myself through some of it and wondered if the people who invited me to be a friend really want me to know that much.  Of  course it’s just me.  I still have an air head, with no picture, because when I tried to put a picture in my airhead, I posted it for the world to see.  Oops.  I envy you people who understand all this.  I’m still working on the blog thing.  Speaking of not understanding, I have tried repeatedly to post on Ashleys blog and can’t remember my password or can’t do the swirley word thing, or something.  No pictures.  I tried a video.  Didn’t work.  Still lernin.

Windsor (the town our candy store is in) had a parade today.  I don’t know why, I think there’s always a parade on Saturday somewhere in Sonoma County.  Anyway, I was there.  I’m usually a real stick in the mud when it comes to stuff like that.  I kind of enjoyed myself.  I was alone because Craig was an entrant and had to drive his truck with Willy Wonka and a human jelly belly.  The Oompa Loompas were close behind handing out candy.  I guess you can tell that our store is kind of Willy Wonka themed.  I  was a little uneasy having to dodge kids and strollers and  teens who pay no attention at all.  It took me back to the cheesy Magna 4th of  July parades.  The ones where I was a kid and the others where I was a young adult with kids.  Where does the time go?  Happy Birthday Brandon.  30? Good grief, 30?  When I joined Face Book the other day(still don’t know what I’m doing) it referred to me as a 51 year old male?  When did that happen?  I love where I’m at in my life and wouldn’t change a thing, but  every day I’m noticing wrinkles and marks and bumps that shouldn’t be on a body that feels as young as I do.   My hair is so thin that Craig says I look like a burn victim.  I am however, still young enough to milk this life for all it’s worth.  Life is good!