<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137</id><updated>2012-01-06T22:14:41.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AKA-AWOL</title><subtitle type='html'>AKA-AWOL space for shareing thoughts, photos and humor!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-8092663735075801879</id><published>2010-12-31T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:43:00.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering 2010</title><content type='html'>Lots happened this last year. From earth quakes, oil spills and republicans winning lots of seats. But there were some things that weren't bad. I lost my cell phone job. Had my mother come life with me. Then came the no-ped. My Honda gave me freedom, much needed freedom and more important it helped me to see my son. That's where the big change came from. My visits became more increasingly visits of my ex-wife as well. I now have a very changed life. I'd like to thank everyone who helped make 2010 a good year. Lets all hope that 2011 is an even better year though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-8092663735075801879?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/8092663735075801879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=8092663735075801879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8092663735075801879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8092663735075801879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/12/remembering-2010.html' title='remembering 2010'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1101054207683485571</id><published>2010-11-02T17:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:07:17.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>So here it is, election day. this has me thinking. Why could I really care less who wins and why all the talk of people disenfranchised with the current leaders. Here is why I think we no longer take interest in politics. It seems regardless how we vote, nothing will truly get done. Why? Well from what I see if one party tries hard to get a good idea threw, it becomes the other party’s agenda to see to it that it doesn’t. So why would that do that? Well, I guess they can bear the thought “the other guy’s” will be credited with really helping us the people.  So what the fuck are we suposta think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1101054207683485571?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1101054207683485571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1101054207683485571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1101054207683485571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1101054207683485571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/11/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-380029890780095959</id><published>2010-02-26T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:28:30.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>43+ 1month</title><content type='html'>So here it is, all ready a month since I turned 43. If this month is any indication of what getting older is going to be like....&lt;br /&gt;I've been suffering with back pain for the last few weeks. Started with bending over to pick something up and a cough. I've seen a Dr and been taking meds to cope. It's been a bit of 2 steps forward and 1 step back. Like today I could barely get out of bed and just standing brought on a great amount of pain. The walk in was a challenge with snow and strong winds. If there was anything good I guess the snow hid the tears from the pain. &lt;br /&gt;It hasn't helped that due to being short handed at work and having no available time to take off work that I haven't the time to rest and let things mend. &lt;br /&gt;So when the woman motorist was confused about passing me as I walked on the side of the road and was saying things that I couldn't hear over the sound of her horn. I made sure that the two words I said were loud, clear and mouthed in a way that she would be able to read my lips.  &lt;br /&gt;Life isn't all bad though. I know that in time I'll mend. I also have good memories that help me get threw these hard times. Like last week it snowed really hard on my son's birthday. It reminded me how on his 2nd birthday I was assigned to take him for a drive while his mom set up for the surprise party. It was snowing hard and since we were living in south west Detroit we took a drive to belle isle. While there I introduced DJ to doing "donuts" in the parking lot. His first reaction was a look of WTH was that! Then when he realised that I did it delibritly he giggled and laughed so hard saying "do it again daddy". &lt;br /&gt;Ya that's life. There are times that are good, and times that are bad. But if you recall the times that were good when times get bad they just don't feel quite so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-380029890780095959?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/380029890780095959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=380029890780095959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/380029890780095959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/380029890780095959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/02/43-1month.html' title='43+ 1month'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-926186351944060274</id><published>2010-01-19T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:32:56.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after</title><content type='html'>Here I am getting ready for work and all I can say is that I'm depressed. How can I just go back to the grind after having such a wonderful time with my son? I look around and see signs that he has been here and I miss him so much. He touches my life in ways that I'm sure he has no idea of and I'm gonna miss him till I can have him back here with me. Well off to work I go. May god bless his life and let him know how much he is loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-926186351944060274?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/926186351944060274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=926186351944060274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/926186351944060274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/926186351944060274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-after.html' title='The day after'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-9008039738678143316</id><published>2010-01-18T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:05:33.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan18th 2010</title><content type='html'>So much going on!&lt;br /&gt;First thing is I've had my son since Saturday and he went home today. Ya I got an extra day because of the holiday. It was an awesome weekend even if it set me back any cash I may have saved up. We played and beat all levels of Halo 3 ODST and played the first halo as well. Oh we also went and saw the movie "Avitar" that was awesome too! We also got treated to lunch By my mother at Apple Bees. But the best was just that we got time together. &lt;br /&gt;Well for a while now I've been planing to make a post regarding today. Today marks the 2 years that I've been walking to my work. That's hundreds of miles walked and many shoes worn out. Several say that it's good exercise, I'd say I could do with a bit less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-9008039738678143316?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/9008039738678143316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=9008039738678143316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/9008039738678143316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/9008039738678143316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan18th-2010.html' title='Jan18th 2010'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4149133604889124112</id><published>2010-01-14T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:48:07.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some week!</title><content type='html'>Quite some week! Started out with no internet last weekend. That had me scrambling to find wire to replace the spliced one that goes from the jack to the box outside. Got it back on Monday and have worked each day since, so there really wasn't much time to write. But today came the great news! Due to some scheduling changes and some luck I get my son this weekend. I have to work till close the a store meeting first thing Saturday but after that it's a drive to get him! His mom asked that it be a surprise just in case there is any hang up. I don't mind since it's gonna make both our day! Well gotta get cleaning here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4149133604889124112?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4149133604889124112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4149133604889124112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4149133604889124112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4149133604889124112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/01/quite-some-week-started-out-with-no.html' title='some week!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-8576134160300188181</id><published>2010-01-05T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:28:21.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr popular</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was packed with calls and outings! Went out shoping and to the movies with my mom. We saw Old dogs. What a great flick! Got some much need stuff for braveing the cold and in general an awesome time. Came home and got to talk to my boy. DJ your growing up to be an awesome young man! The a viset from Brandan. It was good to catch up after so many years. Well I'm very tired now but must brave the cold and get off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-8576134160300188181?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/8576134160300188181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=8576134160300188181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8576134160300188181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8576134160300188181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-popular.html' title='Mr popular'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-6717823758368162287</id><published>2010-01-03T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:42:45.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>very cold out there!</title><content type='html'>Well not much new other than this cold spell we are in. So cold I decided to use a bandanna to cover my mouth and nose on my way to work. The moisture must have been then going up from my breath as I noticed ice on my eyelashes! &lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking back to the phone call that started my New Year. Thanks again son for keeping your word and calling. It was the most special New Years I've had in quite some time. I wonder if you would remember the New Years that you, your brothers and I played Halo one the 2 x-boxes we had. One in your bedroom and the other in mine. That year we were having such fun, all playing together, having laughs. well until.... I guess we lost track of time. Denise burst in yelling and cussing me out. Called me a bastard and all kinds of things, rather than a heads up before the midnight hour. It's these memories that I recall and wish had never happened but did. I always was happy with the time we had together and I will keep braving the cold and doing what I can so that I may have a future with my son and not pass as young as my father had done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-6717823758368162287?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/6717823758368162287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=6717823758368162287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/6717823758368162287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/6717823758368162287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-cold-out-there.html' title='very cold out there!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-3321548028857180182</id><published>2010-01-01T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:26:36.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>productive 1st day of the year?</title><content type='html'>Kinda productive, I slept in big time. I did how ever get a lot of sorting done and cleaned up my room, so I feel like I have make some accomplishments. I found the headsets for my X-box 360 so when you get your internet back DJ I'll be able to play games with you and be on your team! kinda worn out but I've got to keep going. still much to do. To bad my call didn't go threw to share my excitement over the find so that you would know that it's not gonna be long before we can both play the X-box together just like we used to. Well I'm sure you will know soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-3321548028857180182?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/3321548028857180182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=3321548028857180182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3321548028857180182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3321548028857180182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2010/01/productive-1st-day-of-year.html' title='productive 1st day of the year?'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2142679617290135179</id><published>2009-12-31T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:00:02.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>My resolution? More post to come this year. I wish to recall memories for my son to read when he's older and perhaps even after I'm gone. Hope next year is better than this and just keep getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 133:1 Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect that this year will bring people to all dwell together in happiness but perhaps for a change more may learn and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2142679617290135179?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2142679617290135179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2142679617290135179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2142679617290135179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2142679617290135179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1430943024303681702</id><published>2009-05-24T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:41:10.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note for my son</title><content type='html'>Son I know us being apart for so long has not easy. When you look back I'm sure you will wonder why we were apart. If you think about it I'm sure the answers will be clear. You have been lied to so much, but if you look in to your heart I'm sure you will find the truth. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions to ask yourself....&lt;br /&gt;If your Dad had a car would we have seen each other more?&lt;br /&gt;Did your mother have a car?&lt;br /&gt;Were you told you could go to Ceder Point and should save your money?&lt;br /&gt;Did your mother later change her mind and say you couldn't go?&lt;br /&gt;Did your Dad keep trying to get you for a day?&lt;br /&gt;Did your mother NOT give your Dad a date in advance and keep insisting that it wasn't possible?&lt;br /&gt;Did your Dad need advanced notice to request time off work?&lt;br /&gt;Has your dad tried several times to get you, only to have your mother yell or try to give me a hard time?&lt;br /&gt;Was our trip to Ceder Point just your Dads way to give you a great day out?&lt;br /&gt;Was your Dad disappointed that we couldn't go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you can clearly see where the problem lies and will remember long after this and even as you grow old. Knowing that your father has always loved you and valued our time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1430943024303681702?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1430943024303681702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1430943024303681702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1430943024303681702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1430943024303681702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-note-for-my-son.html' title='Just a note for my son'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-8094623415782174494</id><published>2009-05-23T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:43:14.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>planning ahead...</title><content type='html'>“It pays to plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.”&lt;br /&gt;“Planning is bringing the future into the present so that you can do something about it now”&lt;br /&gt;“Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans.”&lt;br /&gt;“Failing to plan is planning to fail”&lt;br /&gt;“Good fortune is what happens when opportunity meets with planning.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-8094623415782174494?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/8094623415782174494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=8094623415782174494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8094623415782174494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8094623415782174494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2009/05/planning-ahead.html' title='planning ahead...'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4113390365147596257</id><published>2009-05-23T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:01:45.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly...</title><content type='html'>Someone must think I'm stupid. That I'm not capable of reading between the lines to see the motives. You would think they would know me better and know that I'd see right threw the thin veil of excuses and reasons they present. I guess that would be to give them more credit than they deserve. More to come soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4113390365147596257?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4113390365147596257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4113390365147596257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4113390365147596257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4113390365147596257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2009/05/clearly.html' title='Clearly...'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-7566083859590604883</id><published>2008-09-21T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:31:29.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quitter...</title><content type='html'>Well now I've gone and done it! Took two big steps to quit smoking. First I gave away the stuff for making cigs. next I bought stuff to help me quit. So here is to the new me, or an old me. What ever it is I'm on my way to bettering my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-7566083859590604883?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/7566083859590604883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=7566083859590604883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7566083859590604883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7566083859590604883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/09/quitter.html' title='A quitter...'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-5928688800433733477</id><published>2008-05-12T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:23:37.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All the posts fron else where</title><content type='html'>Nothing really new to share here if you have been a friend. While the divorce was going on I couldn't really blog all I wanted. Well not if I wanted really, because I did post to my blog.  I  had posts in places that my ex and family couldn't see. I always said that one day I'd have links to them but have decided that this would be easier. So finally in on place I've got it all, Here it is........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="17" month="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;February 17th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;What a day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got up to see about a job and before I got out the door was told that divorce papers were filed a while ago. I guess in a couple weeks I'll be served with them. My kid is freaking out. Not sure what I'm going to do but I guess things will work out for the best. I've been threaten with it for years. So I guess I knew it was going to happen someday. trying to see where I'm going to move to, not really sure how far away from my son I want to be cause I know I'd miss him so much. I have so much to figure out and not sure where to start. The 360 and computer are for sure coming with me! Beyond that it's going to be a fight for what I get.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="18" month="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;February 18th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;no regrets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was told today that the primary reason for my divorce is my desire to play video games. Well.... I have loved my games for years. I love my friends on x-box live and don't see changing. Why would anyone why to take something that is so love away. But that’s not going to matter for much longer. I'll be free to play in my free time and will make sure that if I ever give my heart away again I will do it with a gamer!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="19" month="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;February 19th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;don't get me wrong...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People might think that my divorce has got me feeling down. Well nothing could be farther from the truth. I'm feeling a sense of relief. We have had problems with our relationship from before my son was born. At one time I thought I couldn't live without her, but I'm over that now. I will move on with my life and enjoy life once again. I've deleted the dumb ass comment that said the problem was me flirting with women; the truth is I don't just go about flirting. Yes I have met a wonderful woman through the x-box live. Would I have her in my life? Hell yes! So there it is. I'm doing better than ever and finally going to be really happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="20" month="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;February 20th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;What in a number?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What in a number? Some are so hung up on numbers that they let them control their lives. I didn’t buy a Playstation 3 because to number 600 did something for me. It wasn’t because I couldn’t afford it I just saw the number as an obstacle that I wasn’t willing to overcome. There are other numbers in our lives. Lots of numbers. Age is another number people get weird about. With age comes wisdom and if there is something I’ve learned I know to listen to those whom have wisdom. I tried to talk reasonably to someone who I’ve upset, but was shunned. He didn’t want any wisdom passed along; he had already formed opinions on how life is supposed to be and doesn’t want to hear other wise. Life is short, find happiness where you can. Don’t let anger rule your heart, and if you find love between to consenting adults don’t let anything stand between it. Consenting adults; there’s something to think about. I don’t know about other parts of the world but in the great ol’ &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; anyone over the age of 18 is considered an adult. So if I find comfort and love from an adult I’m am in no way doing something wrong. I’d be stupid to listen to some narrow minded guy who doesn’t believe that. So before you cast judgment on me, consider where your life might be years from now and would you pass on love because of a number.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="21" month="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;February 21st, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;caller ID&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sweet girl called me really late last night and I missed the call. I'm so sorry I missed that call! Well the number was on the caller ID and has had me explain how I talk with the sweetest person. I know it's going to be a difficult time here now, but I guess it's for the best. I no longer have anything to hide. I just want the problems of living with my soon to be x-wife to be over. I need to get out of here and on my own. Of course that would mean that the bills would go unpaid and I would be held responsible for half of them. That is no way to get financially ahead. So what will I do? Stay tuned! Even I have no idea at this point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="27" month="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;February 27th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;To many posts &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="25" month="2"&gt;Sunday, February  25, 2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many posts&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that knows me should know that I am going to be going through a divorce. Because of that I have been going and venting by posting to my various blogs. Once the divorce is over I plan on making links to all my posts available. One day it might even be easy to see what I've been going through. I'm not really my self these days and I know it. I'm torn up inside. I've known for years the relationship with my wife wasn't the best but kept thinking one day it would improve. The fact is I pushed my wife away when she was pregnant with my son. I didn't know that woman go through emotional changes during that part of their life. I seeked comfort from another woman and it was that woman that helped me to see that I was wrong. Though the relationship ended there the hurt never went away for my wife and deep down she used the anger to keep our relationship from getting back on track. I was neglected, kept from the love I needed and in the end I know that things could never be set strait. I'm going to go on with my life and love again. I have learned a lot in the last few years. I know that the thing that was killing me most was the lack of affection. I could have lived without sex, but I need the touch of a woman to make me feel whole. A kiss can mean so much and for years I lived with only receiving a few and most were nothing more than a peck good-by when one of us were on the way out the door. I'm going to miss her but know I'll be better off in time. I hope this answers questions that some of my family had regarding why things never seemed to go well for me n my wife. I know I did try and will go on trying to be a good person for my son. Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;br /&gt;BTW this was what was asked of me to remove from my main blog&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="3" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat Mar 03, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="52" hour="7"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;07:52am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Ok, if you have been following the drama...here is today’s installment. I got a rude awakening by the sound of all the clothes and boxes falling next to the bed I was sleeping in. So all of the clothes, both mine and soon2bx. I wanted to put her stuff in a box to help make it easy to get it gone (she is moving out after all by this next Tuesday) She wanted me to fix it all and put her stuff back up. hummmmm NOT HAPPENING!! So this closet mate shelf thing is going to sit until she's gone and once she is I can fix it up and organize my home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="3" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat Mar 03, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="14"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;02:15pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;OMG!!! I was in towns just chilling when the soon2bx came up asking what I was doing. I said nothing and to please stop starring over my shoulder. She came up and hit my key pad of my laptop! I pushed her aside and she started hitting me n ripped my shirt! Said she was going to call the cops for chatting with an 18 yr old. So I called the cops! Told them what was going on while she's screaming in the back ground! They had he go for the night. I guess she's taking my son to spend the night at her mom's house. Wow was this crazy. (Later I found that she stayed only a few trailers away)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="4" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun Mar 04, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="35" hour="18"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;06:35pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well the soon2bx sent a neighbor to get a bunch of stuff. That included my sons X-box n game cube, clothes and so much more. Latter I received a call to say I can't see my son until after she gets settled in to her new home. I miss my son so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="6" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tue Mar 06, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="26" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;04:26pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Today was a lot less stressful. I didn't fight nearly as much with soon2bx, so that was nice. I also got to see my son today and play some Halo with him. He’s going to spend some time with me this weekend so he can have some time to visit with his x-box live friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="7" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed Mar 07, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="5" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12:05pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Trapped in my own home! Well just like the last couple of days the soon2bx came over early. She was to have her home inspected to be able to move in. it's after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt; and still not done. so she sits here telling me what I can and can’t do. As for me I have no power to stop the madness if I hope to see my kid or get this home as planed. So I wait..........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thu &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="8" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mar 08, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="3" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12:03pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Still trapped in my home and it keeps getting worse. My GF called with my soon2bx and kid here. I needed to know when I could talk to her but it all blew up in my face. Soon2bx has taken great issue to my GF calling here before she has had the chance to move out. The inspection of her new home still hasn't happened and we can't seem to get word as to when it will happen. If I have to live with them this whole weekend I'm going to loose my mind. At least the anger has the soon2bx keeping away from me but we still are in the same home and fight over stupid things. I wish I could be allowed to just go on with my life and not hear about age difference and how my family has trouble seeing what I post on my own site.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="10" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat Mar 10, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="44" hour="18"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;06:44pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;DJ got up early and played x-box for a few and decided he missed his mother and went home. I couldn't start my car so I've sat here doing nothing much. I thought my kid would want to come back when his mom went to work but he never called.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="14" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed Mar 14, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="54" hour="11"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11:54am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;OK. So I let my journal go a couple days but here we are again. yesterday I had to get supplies for the house like a mop n cleaners, toothpaste etc. I get off the phone with my son and it killed me to say I couldn't have him over to spend the night since I don't have food here and with him being sick I didn't want him in a dirty house. So I walked 2 miles to the closest store and 2 miles back with my stuff to get home to 18 missed calls. My x had the kid believing that I was home not answering my phone. I talked to the kid and explained that I was out and wouldn't do that to him, but it still hurts that he could be told that daddy would ignore him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="14" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed Mar 14, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="1" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12:01pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Entry continued: the ex came in and took most all of the dishes (left one plate etc...) and asked if I had picked up the papers (the divorce) from her lawyer. I explain that without a car I can't really do a thing. She gives me a ride to the office and the whole ride is grilling me about have I bought food for DJ, have I gotten a call about the job I applied for. She kept going on and on. She wants permission from me to introduce her new boyfriend to my son, and the whole time playing country music (aggggggggg) I have barely read the paper since I've been home. I got to the part that my substantial income means how I have to support her and my son. I don't have the means to do much at all! Well there you have it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="19" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon Mar 19, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="3" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;05:03pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well today my trailer became my own! Transferred the title to me and the keys have all been handed back, so I can truly say this is my home!! So hooray for me. I was also able to my puppy some food. That was good because she was out. So it's a good day! I also gave back the one plate she left me. Now that I have been given dishes I figure I would do it. I signed off on letting my ex have who ever in her home as it will also allow me the same respect. So I can have a girl friend life here! WOOT! Any takers? JK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="20" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tue Mar 20, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="27" hour="22"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10:27pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well today I had confirmed what my neighbors had been telling me. My ex is not keeping her word and I'm going to have to pay a security deposit for the lot rent. This is going to set me back as this was way more $$$ than I get from unemployment. I'm going to come out on top but am going to suffer for weeks going without until I can get things together to get caught back up on bills. These next few weeks are going to be so very hard to get through. But there is nothing I can really do. The hardest part is that I won't be having my son as I have nothing here for him for food. Yes I'm bummed but life goes on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="26" month="3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon Mar 26, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="12" hour="11"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11:12am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;As I type this my hands are still shaking. Me ex just showed up and tried to charge in to my home saying she wanted all the papers to my car. I kept her out but it got into some heated discussion through the door. She's having my car towed today. I couldn't make a payment this month due to the paying the deposit for the lot where I live. So I lose the car and any hopes of getting a job again soon. Also she informed me that if I can't pick up my son on the weekend or have the food to feed him I can forget about having him. He was here while she did this. I know he won't understand. It’s times like this I really don't know what I'm fighting to live for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;oh and after she left I went and took a shower to try to release the stress and got out to a phone call saying that I'm not answering the phone to her again! She apparently can't take my car without my consent, but wants to control the insurance I have on it. Also wants to know why I have intentions of getting a lawyer for the divorce. I told her that my friends were right about the lot deposit and the same people that told me that told me I'm going to get screwed in the divorce and to seek help before I'm in a world of hurt. She became more enraged. I try to tell her that my life is my own now and what I'm doing is my business and to let it go. She said she's to hurt to just let it go. I was the one who messed up by first not answering her calls and then by not letting her in my home and further more making a friend on x-box live that became my GF before she was completely gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;OH it gets better! After she left here she went to the neighbors the next street over, and since the wife wasn't there assumed that that must be who was in my home. Told him that I said I was kissing her in front of him and he allows it. His all kinds of pissed! I had to go there and explain that this all started for me not being here to answer my phone and that his wife told the Ex about giving me food. She wants my friends to not help and is doing all in her power to make me the hated one in this park not mater what it takes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thu &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="12" month="4"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apr 12, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="18" hour="22"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10:18pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;My Ex has lost it! I tried to call the house yesterday to talk to my son. I called after my Ex should have left for work and her daughter answered the phone. I could hear my son complaining about something in the background. I of course asked what his problem was. She tells me wants to play his games but they are watching next top model. So I asked to talk to him and I tried to calm him down. My ex grabs the phone and yells at me for interfering with the going on of her home. I got quiet and she thought I hung up so she calls back screaming about how she's home sick and how I got no right to interfere with the kids. (This time I hung up on her) after 5 calls she finally let it go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="18" month="4"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed Apr 18, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="11" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;03:11pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well the BS starts up again. I don't get my son again this weekend because I can't pick him up. So......... she's going drive me insane! So ya my car's still not running and she knows that. So how do I tell a 6yr old that his daddy that in his eyes can do anything can't find a way to have him for 2 days? Some days suck more than others, today is one that sucks bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="24" month="4"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tue Apr 24, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="33" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;05:33pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;So here we go again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;My ex has called to tell me that my posts need to be taken down before she goes to her lawyer. Perhaps she hasn't watched the news where a student posted about her teacher and what she thought of him. In that case it went to court and it was upheld that it was within her 1st amendment rights as freedom of speech. So until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt; drops it fundamental rights, this is my blog and I will post as I chose. If she needs the world to know her story she can get her own blog. Then she can tell the world the things she tells me. like how I'm wrong by buying toilet paper in the 12 pack when I'm broke (like a guy without a car should get smaller amounts and risk running out) or the many other pearls of wisdom she desires to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Along the lines of freedom of speech... people who chose to fuel the feud between me and my ex totally have the right to talk. I know I haven't the right to stop them. But I can ask that they consider what they are doing. It doesn't help anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I'm trying to get working again so I can improve my life, fix my car, and give the ex some money to help her with my son. My ex seems to think that I should already be taking days off to keep my son. I tried to explain that it's Tuesday and I don't know if I'm working this Friday yet and that I'd let her know as soon as I could but that just got me screamed at (again). You would think that I'd be used to this but it really isn't something you get used to at all. But like always she wants it all and wants it now and no matter what I do I'm going to have her complaining. This is what I live with. I wonder how the marriage lasted as long as it did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post"&gt;I was asked about how much my attitude has changed in such a short time. Why only last Christmas I seemed happy with my wife and the life I had. Well I lived on optimism. That things would improve if I just gave it time. When my ex chose to tell me that she had filed for a divorce that illusion dissolved and didn't take me long to realize that I hadn't been happy in some time and I was going to be better without the BS. I was of course correct. Now I can reflect and say that things can only get better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="28" month="4"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat Apr 28, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="33" hour="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;06:33am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Ok a recap of last week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I met a guy while out walking my dog on Sunday who works on cars... job should cost 50$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Monday he starts work on it and breaks the fuel line, add another 80$ and have to wait until Thursday to get the part....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Thursday we get the part and discover he lost a part... can't just buy it so I have to order that too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Friday that part comes in (17$) and get it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;today the car still isn't running....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="25" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri May 25, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="53" hour="14"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;02:53pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well I couldn't post yesterday so here is what happened then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I talked to my son and he wants to come out to my house. So I told him I'd do my best to get a ride there to get him but that my car wasn't working. My ex got on the phone and I asked "how much money for gas would it take for you to drive him here?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;her reply was "you know it ain't going to work like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;So today...... my son is calling crying about how he misses his daddy and wants me to find a ride. I called a friend @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;5:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt; who was still at work. He is an hour away and has things to do before he could help. I called the ex back and told her what was up. She told me that was too bad because now she might not be around later. I said "I just want you to know what your doing to our son is wrong", and hung up. She called back and started bitching, I said "this wasn't up for a debate". She was going "waaa waaa waaa" as I hung up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I called and talked to my son again.... he sounded so sad and in the back ground say "I'm not keeping you from your father". She's pinning the whole not seeing him on me. This sucks so freaking bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="40" hour="22"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;10:40pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt; I sent this message to the ex's phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Brian never called me back. I'll try to find a ride tomorrow. What is the earliest you would be available? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;My ex called and said that she was planning on sleeping in. so I asked nicely could she called once they got up? She said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;My ex called back and asked "if your having such a problem picking him up How are you planning on getting him back?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I said "what? I don't know. You mean to tell me that you can't pick him up?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;She said "it was a bad week and I can’t afford the gas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Me: "I told you that I would have given gas money for both ways"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Her: "hey you think I a Bitch I'm going to show you what a bitch I can be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Me: "So your saying that since I can't assure you that I can get him back I can't have him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Her "ya that about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;So I now go with my 3rd weekend without my son. I hope she isn't expecting any kind gestures anytime soon!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="26" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat May 26, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="28" hour="20"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;08:28pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I got my son today. Not quite sure how it happened but I can speculate. I was on phone with him and it was clear that my ex could hear me. I was saying that I wasn't getting help from his mom because she was mad at me. She from the back ground said "that's not it! It’s because the last time I helped you I got treated like dirt" and I said "see that's why she is mad at me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;It was in an instant that her tone changed and she took the phone and said she haven't received $ from her previous ex so she had no gas to drive him around, so I said once I could get a ride to the bank I'd pull out some money to give her and get my son. after a few she called back and said she got her money and would bring me my son as well as pick him up to that this wasn't to become a regular practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;It's been great having him. We played with Superman Lego's and stuff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="29" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tue May 29, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="13"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;01:14pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I called unemployment today, turns out that last check I received is the last check I will receive. With the car still not running and no $ in bank..... I got to figure something out. Thought they would say something before it ended or that I could file an extension, but spoke with a person that said the federal government put a hold on funds till November. I'm not sure how long it might take to get evicted from my trailer but that and the car repossessed are possible in near future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="30" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed May 30, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="31" hour="10"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10:31am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Soooo much is happening here today, looks like I got a new home for my dog. I added a pay pal donation link on my website because someone is going to help me get a storage unit for my belongings. I have a job interview this afternoon. I also have a place to live. I have to pack and get stuff together. But will keep trying to check in. And hey anyone that can and wants to help is invited to send a few bucks to help me get things together. Even a few dollars might make a big difference as the money I was counting on will never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well I'm out of my house... Got my dog with me and I've spoken to what may very well be my next boss. So now just need to see what happens next. I'm using my friend’s computer to get a message like this in. Missing my friends from here and the IM's already but at least I'm closer to moving forward with my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="30" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed May 30, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="59" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;04:59pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well I'm almost numb emotionally now. My dog is at a friend of a friend’s home and I'm not sure I'll get to see her again. She was such a littler puppy when I first brought her home last October. She has grown up so much and now she's out of my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thu &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="31" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 31, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="47" hour="7"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;07:47am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;It's not easy to try to change everything over night. Sleeping in a strange home, no dog, no laptop with high speed internet, my IM's, my phone, my own quiet space, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Thanks to everyone for their support. I really need it these days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thu &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="31" month="5"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 31, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="54" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;05:54pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I was leaching bandwidth earlier today but got disconnected, but I'm taking this moment to say hey! I'm doing ok. I went to a job interview and if things go well I should be working soon. I haven't been able to get my storage unit yet but I should be getting that sometime next week and from there getting my stuff out of my old place. I have a lot to do before that trailer is taken from me so I'm making a list and waiting until I can get back down there. Not sure if I'll be able to get my son though. Makes me sad to think that but without transportation there isn't much I can do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="1" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri Jun 01, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="53" hour="11"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11:53am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Had the name that was tattooed on my ring finger covered today! woot!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="2" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat Jun 02, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="31" hour="13"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;01:31pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I'm home (back at the trailor) packing and picking up. There is much to do, but at least it's getting done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="5" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tue Jun 05, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="41" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;05:41pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;You might say this is a bad day for my pets, well at least for me. My dog was to wild to stay at a friend’s (she is still a puppy after all) so she has gone to the humane society. The fish have also moved to their new home. So I'm truly alone in my home now. Feels funny to be in this trailer with out pets. I just hope they get a good home for my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="18" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon Jun 18, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="58" hour="19"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;07:58pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well I haven't posted much lately. But I did have my son for father’s day. That was cool though I didn't get much time with him. He had Sunday school and had to go back to his mom's at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Today was bad news though. My son went to the doctor's today. His ears are having problems again. The doctor says that he can’t be around cigarette smoke or dog hair till they can find the cause. With me having to move, the one I'm going to has two dogs. So my future of seeing my son is on the line. I might only be able to perhaps pick him up and go to the mall and see a movie before taking him home until I get myself together and get a place of my own. To make maters worse child support promises making that happen will not be easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;So there ya have it. Life is sucking for me at the moment. I'm just glad I got friends here online that care.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="22" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri Jun 22, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="7" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;03:07pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I just called to talk to my son... the ex got on the phone (thought she would be at work) said he's busy playing and can't talk right now and they are going to the circus tonight. Oh and she's not sure now if she's bringing him here tomorrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="25" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon Jun 25, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="11"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11:14am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;The day my car was taken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thu &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="28" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jun 28, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="1" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;08:01am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well I went to court all the way in down town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Detroit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt; only to find it was canceled. Well I guess now that that's over I can move and get on with my life. Moving out in about 2 weeks. Peace and &lt;/span&gt;love &lt;span class="post"&gt;to all that read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I called the friend of the court and found that the court appointment that was for today was to get child support for during the proceedings. That was canceled as not being necessary but there is a court date coming up regarding my visitations......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I am going to get a lawyer to make sure that I don't loose my chance to see my son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I'm very close to being done packing and am anxious to move. I know the beginning of the rest of my life is right around the corner and I can't wait for that chapter to begin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="29" month="6"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri Jun 29, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="22" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;03:22pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well more bad news......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I got my mail today and there is a shut off notice for my electric. That will knock out phone and all..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I'm going to have to double check but I think there is a court hearing regarding visitations of my son on the 11th. I'm going to try to get a lawyer to represent me in the court and get the $$ together for the moving truck ASAP. As it's coming down to the wire I'm getting scared. I got like 10$ out of the nearly 400$ needed so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="20"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;8:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt; I have now gotten up to 105$ of the 400$ needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Sunday at 155$ of the 400$&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="17" month="7"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tue Jul 17, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt; @ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="53" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;04:53pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Well it's been a while since I've posted an update....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;so here is the news. I have received a shut off notice for gas and electric that's past due to be turned off. I also have an eviction notice to be out of my trailer by next weekend. I've been declined help from the state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;On the brighter side, I have an appointment to perhaps get help from some agency and my new trailer park manager is going to help see that I get ride to get to it. So perhaps tomorrow will be a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Also as far as good news, I'm in love. I've come to have found what I've been missing and am going to work very hard to get my life back on track to be able to have her in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Life can be hard, very hard.... But it can get better at any moment and I know that the power of love has given so much strength to keep trying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-5928688800433733477?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/5928688800433733477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=5928688800433733477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5928688800433733477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5928688800433733477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-posts-fron-else-where.html' title='All the posts fron else where'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-851412632536362197</id><published>2008-05-11T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:42:43.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>alown again</title><content type='html'>Just got home from dropping my son off. We had a great weekend, but I certainly would have loved having more time with him. Truth is I could never really have enough time with my son. He shows me that I have something good to live for. I got him a fishing pole and he got to try out fishing for his first time. Although he didn't catch anything, he proved that he was a quick learner and didn't need long to learn to cast. This morning he was up and ready to go and we played halo3, one of the things he loves to do when he comes out to visit me. Playing video games with my son brings back great memories of all the time we spent together when he was younger. DJ was there to help me beat Halo2 when it first came out. We developed strategies together when the game was to hard to just go through. Like he would charge in and kill a bunch before getting killed and respon back where I was and charge back in till it was safe to move on. later on we had gotten our X-box live accounts and played against many other people. My son had made me so very proud. I recall after a game where he had played so very well that someone told him to "shut up, you sound like a little kid". He was only 5 at the time and I came to his defense saying that "he is only 5 and a level 16 so if you can boast thats your user rank is 3times your age then you have room to talk or else it's you that needs to shut up, why don't you look at how many times a 5 year killed you in that last game."  The kid with the big mouth signed off and after that we had several "friend requests" because everyone thought is was so cool that a dad and son would play a game like that together.&lt;br /&gt;   I miss our times like that that we had. I guess back then we both knew things weren't going so great in our home life and it was our way to live outside of those problems. This thought came to me as we were getting closer to his home to drop him off and DJ turned the conversation back to Halo3 and "what ifs". I could sense that he didn't want to talk about how long it had been since the last time we saw each other or how long it might be till we saw each other again. I just hope I never have to wait that long to see my son ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to his mother for bringing him out, and I hope she will reconsider that first thing she said when she showed up about "never doing this again" as DJ needs his father as well as I need my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-851412632536362197?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/851412632536362197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=851412632536362197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/851412632536362197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/851412632536362197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/alown-again.html' title='alown again'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-8341293058655211800</id><published>2008-05-10T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:01:07.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more news</title><content type='html'>Well after finding that DJ is about an inch or two to short for any of the cool rides we have opted for the movies. So we are about to see Speed Racer. Still taken back at the events from when my son was droped off as soon as he was out of the car I lifted him up in and didn't want to let him go. After all it had been 4 months since I last saw him. I was told to put him down because he isn't a baby. Seems kinda odd to me. Would her reactions be any diffrent is she was away from her child for just as long? If not, why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-8341293058655211800?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/8341293058655211800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=8341293058655211800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8341293058655211800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8341293058655211800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-news.html' title='more news'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-7600714924524440528</id><published>2008-05-10T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:17:37.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he made it</title><content type='html'>At 12;15 he made it. First thing I was told was she will never do this again. She also made a comment about saying thank you as I was saying it. Oh well I am greatful and happy to see my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-7600714924524440528?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/7600714924524440528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=7600714924524440528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7600714924524440528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7600714924524440528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-made-it.html' title='he made it'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1063925611854966317</id><published>2008-05-10T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:49:05.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another update.....</title><content type='html'>Well my son just called again. It's 10:48 and they still haven't left yet. It will take an hour just to drive out here so I might get him by noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1063925611854966317?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1063925611854966317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1063925611854966317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1063925611854966317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1063925611854966317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-update.html' title='another update.....'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-500865689634897558</id><published>2008-05-10T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:56:20.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>9:50am just got a call from my son. They haven't even left the house yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-500865689634897558?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/500865689634897558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=500865689634897558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/500865689634897558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/500865689634897558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4351392256021752820</id><published>2008-05-10T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:27:28.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning to wonder.....</title><content type='html'>Well it's 20 after 9 in the morning. After the lecture on the importance of being on time with returning my son (and me without my own car) I'm wondering why he isn't here since I was told they would leave around 7am and he would be out to me by 9am....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4351392256021752820?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4351392256021752820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4351392256021752820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4351392256021752820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4351392256021752820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning-to-wonder.html' title='beginning to wonder.....'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-6644403414713569956</id><published>2008-05-09T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:16:07.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitations update</title><content type='html'>Looks like seening my son this weekend is still going to happen just when has been pushed back by about 12hrs. Kind of a bummer considering I want to spend as much time with him that I can. He still hasn't called to tell me what he wants to do this weekend so his choices might get limited unless he wants to walk to the store with me. I'm so very excited about this visit but a bit scarred too. I have a set time to have my son home by and since I don't have a car of my own I have to rely on someone else to not let me down or any chances of getting his mothers help in the future is unlikely. So all I can do is hope that all goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-6644403414713569956?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/6644403414713569956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=6644403414713569956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/6644403414713569956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/6644403414713569956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/visitations-update.html' title='Visitations update'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4282806159073610463</id><published>2008-05-09T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:58:21.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>passing</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday (sorry I didn't have time to post then) that my ex-wife's first husbands father died. I would like to offer my condolences to his family. I'm sure he will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4282806159073610463?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4282806159073610463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4282806159073610463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4282806159073610463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4282806159073610463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/passing.html' title='passing'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-769127336847420753</id><published>2008-05-08T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:18:22.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait is over?</title><content type='html'>After waiting and wishing to see my son for 4 months the wait may be over. My ex-wife is talking about bringing him out this weekend. The anticipation is killing me. I don't know where to begin when it comes to what to do once he gets here. I'll be sure to post after I've seen him(provided he does get to come, if for some reason he doesn't come out I will really be sure to post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-769127336847420753?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/769127336847420753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=769127336847420753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/769127336847420753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/769127336847420753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/05/wait-is-over.html' title='the wait is over?'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-6646366962688849692</id><published>2008-02-22T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:39:42.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUMB BITCH</title><content type='html'>Well readers I want to share a comment that was left in regards to my post called 'Hypocrite'.  It was sent in by 'anonymous' but this person should be know to readers of this blog as my ex-wife or baby momma. Before you read it let me warn you that it's not written by a child as it might appear but a grown 41 year old woman that is in charge of taking care of my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;" lets tell your reader why i wont seened you you son cloths any more ,you wont seen all his things bach home when i seed them,you forgot to tell your readers that.you go weeks with out calling your son.months with out seeing your son.and you dont even let him know your not coming.all i keep hereing is poor me,you have only your self right know you could work to job to get a car so that you can see your son.and you seem to think my mom gives me everything i work to jobs and take care of my kids.my mom gave you a home by your son you lost it.so stop thinking poor me and think about your son.you know nothing about him anymore,you dont even ask him.my fiance is more of a father to him then you are .you have not been here for your son sence we left you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help my son when it comes time that he needs help with his home work! &lt;br /&gt;Yes I forgot to take back a tub of Desitin.  I did offer my ex the chance to come pick it up since I didn't have the gas to make the drive again. I guess it wasn't that importiant since she still hasn't botered to come and get it. Out of spite though this is the reason given for my son not being able to bring anything more "than the clothes on his back" (her words). It was one simple mistake that was made when me and my son were playing up untill the last minute and we failed to grab it. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend was my weekend to have my son but once again the bitch made plans so that once again I don't get to have him on his birthday weekend. I was informed of this by my son on the phone. Real nice!&lt;br /&gt;By the way I don't just think that my ex's mother has taken care of her and handed her the life she has. I know it! My former mother-in-law bought the car and home for my ex and their arangement was that my ex would sign over her checks from work and have the bills payed by her mom since my ex can't handle money. Yes my ex's mom left me with the home that we once both lived in but without a car or local work I did have to move. The home was so run down that I couldn't sell it so I've had to start over and that wasn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;   I hope in time my son will read this and know that his father never gave up because I work and do what I can so that he has a home to come to. I wonder if my ex will have pride in her comments that she has left? I also wonder if the dumb bitch will bother to add comments. It's no wonder the book my son brought out to the house that he had to read for a test on monday was never read before. I'm guessing the words were to big for my ex. Perhaps my ex can ask my 7 year old son to also help her with what spelling to chouse when it comes to "to, too and two".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-6646366962688849692?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/6646366962688849692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=6646366962688849692' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/6646366962688849692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/6646366962688849692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/02/dumb-bitch.html' title='DUMB BITCH'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-8932769274659725982</id><published>2008-02-22T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:41:02.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday son</title><content type='html'>This message is for my son on his birthday. I miss ya buddy more than you know. I wish I could share this day with you and make your birthday a great one. I hope your birthday is awesome and you get lots of great gifts and that you know your father loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-8932769274659725982?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/8932769274659725982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=8932769274659725982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8932769274659725982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/8932769274659725982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-son.html' title='Happy birthday son'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1360531147533948838</id><published>2008-02-06T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:16:44.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another cold walk</title><content type='html'>Well it was another cold walk and it seems time does fly even when your not having fun. It occurred to me that it's been nearly 3weeks of being on my own. With nearly 7miles a day walk for 5 days out of the week makes for a lot of walking. For those of you who think that's not much I bet your thinking of a tread mill in a nice warm place. I'm here to tell you that it's way different when you are treking through the snow, climbing over the mounds left by the snow plows and trying to cross ice and dealing with the freezing temp. Well for them that care I'm doing ok. I still don't have a car but am more likely to be saving for a new pair of boots before anything else considering. Besides I couldn't afford insurance and gas if I did have a car so what would be the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1360531147533948838?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1360531147533948838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1360531147533948838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1360531147533948838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1360531147533948838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-cold-walk.html' title='another cold walk'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2619225891198622658</id><published>2008-01-26T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:12:49.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>41 today</title><content type='html'>Ya its my birthday to day. It would have also have been my weekend to have my son. My ex isn't making it any easier. My son asked if I'd pick him up and I had to explain that I was without a car and had no way to get down there. My ex had to throw her two cents in and I've been trying to figure this out. She said "oh you got a new watch and a new phone, but you can't get your self a car. Sucks to be you."&lt;br /&gt;  So I wonder was she implying that my girlfriend should have bought me a car for christmas instead of the watch? Just because my ex has a mom to buy her shit like a home and car doesn't mean that everyone can just drop that kind of cash. So stupid I swear! My phone may be nice but it was a perk from my work for selling them. Was I supposed to not take it? Say oh that's nice but can I have a car instead? What kind of idiot thinks that someone can just pick up the pieces when there paycheck is gouged like mine is. Even if I had a car right now I couldn't afford the gas to get to work let alown drive to pick up my son. I wish the dumb bitch would learn to keep her trap shut. She bitches that I leave messages on her phone for my son. Well there is no home phone and I'm not going to leave those messages on his sisters phone. So until there is a way to leave my son a message on a phone other than hers I guess she's gonna have to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said it's my birthday and I'm going to go make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2619225891198622658?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2619225891198622658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2619225891198622658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2619225891198622658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2619225891198622658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/41-today.html' title='41 today'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1654571991868910319</id><published>2008-01-19T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:26:59.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being strong for now</title><content type='html'>My love has had to go and take care of her daughter and we don't know for how long. I just kissed her good-bye and we said it was only untill she can get things setteled but it may very well for some time. I'm trying to be strong but its not easy. I miss her and it's only been 15min since I last held he close. I know that my love for her will help keep me working for a better future. So as I sit here at work I will do what I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1654571991868910319?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1654571991868910319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1654571991868910319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1654571991868910319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1654571991868910319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-strong-for-now.html' title='being strong for now'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-814010584265839467</id><published>2008-01-13T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:29:14.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>Let's see.... &lt;br /&gt;I'm told to be more of a part of my son's life but he can't bring a change of clothes on my weekends and I haven't the money to buy any. &lt;br /&gt;I should call but don't leave messages. &lt;br /&gt;He is sent to church each sunday but in the 6 years the I was with his mom she only went on Easter and Christmas.   &lt;br /&gt;I sure didn't hope for this when I was bringing a child in to this world. Well in time I can only hope my son will see that he is loved and I hope he will understand who the real problem was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-814010584265839467?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/814010584265839467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=814010584265839467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/814010584265839467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/814010584265839467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1181300524777188528</id><published>2008-01-12T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:44:43.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Assuming and entitlement</title><content type='html'>It seems sad what is being taught to the kids these days. How we can assume that lives are better or how people can do more than they do based on unfounded assumptions. I witnessed this just yesterday as I was told that since I work and have a girlfriend that works that I should be able to do more for my son. That somehow I didn't give my son a Christmas that he deserved. I did have a gift for him. It wasn't something expensive but it was all we could afford and I had to wait till my weekend to give him his gift. So we celebrated late. I honestly don't see how that is wrecking his holiday. It seems to me that kids are taught entitlement rather than to be grateful for what they have or what other do for them. Not everyone has gifts or caring parents. I do what I can for my son and will continue to do so with unconditional love. I might not be able to afford to see him on each of our weekends or give him all that he wishes for. I do know that I would teach respect, forgiveness and understanding and not to assume and entitlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BTW learn to spell, you don't just get to make up your own abbreviations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1181300524777188528?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1181300524777188528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1181300524777188528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1181300524777188528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1181300524777188528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/assuming-and-entitlement.html' title='Assuming and entitlement'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2641756529700650051</id><published>2008-01-11T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:17:03.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a story thats been told time and time again</title><content type='html'>Well here we are in january again and after recently visiting the park at kent lake I was reminded of a story that I've been asked to tell time and time again. Some years ago I went to the park with my buddies the twins on a rather warm January day to ummmm smoke and play some frizbee. We walked across the ice to a small island and smoked where we were sure that we were safe from anyone giving us any trouble, but this was no place to play frizbee. So we braved the ice again to find a place to play. Once on land we climbed a hill and found a circle drive that was flat and perfect. Tim and myself were trying to out do one another (like catching the frizbee between our legs and behind our back) while Keith was a bit more reserved. This was perhaps with good reason but with us giving him a hard time Keith began to get involved with our quest to out do one another. It wasn't long before I threw a fast and low one to Keith. Keith took a pose that's a bit hard to describe but I'll do my best. He had his legs spread and a hand behind his back to catch it from between his legs. If you can't picture this try it and notice what favorite body part instantly become venerable. It would have been an easy catch if it weren't for the slight gust of wind that caused the disk to jump up about 6inches just before it got to him. Yup it hit him in the place we all protect the most. You know the kinda hit you see so often on Americas funniest videos. In an instant Keith fell to him knees and fell over in the street. The first vehicle that happened our way happened to be just after this and Tim and I were telling Keith to get out of the way he was about to be run over. I recall Keith saying "Let it!" As he rolled around clutching his groin with both hands. The van sat and waited till Keith could pull himself together and get out of the way. You might think this would be the end of us playing but we didn't (this story wouldn't be worth telling if that were all that happened. Would it?) We had decided to start heading back to the car and that we would toss the frizbee to each other as we went that way. It sounded like a good idea at the time and Tim was to throw it as Keith and I ran ahead. Recall I said we had climbed a hill to get to this great spot? Well we were running down this hill as Tim threw the frizbee as hard as he could. You have to imaging that running down this hill is something of a controlled chaos as we were taking huge strides and going oh so fast. The disk was also going quite fast as it flew over our heads and as it began to slow. We both were amazed as it slowly dropped and was like matching our speed. It was amazing to see it just drop down to greet keith's finger tips of his out reached hands as if in slow motion. It was that moment just before the frizbee touched his fingers (mind you that was all we both were paying attention to) that Keith ran strait into a park barbecue. The kind of barbecue that is cemented in to the ground and built solid. Keith looked like a rag doll that had been thrown. Keith's right thigh had struck first and the his left shoulder as he went into a roll that sent him tumbling down the hill summer saluting. When came to a stop some 20 feet from the barbecue he was clutching his leg yelling "I'm ok, I'm ok" but it was clear he was in a great amount of pain. I was instantly concerned that he may have broken bones and we were still quite a was from the car and it was a walk across the frozen lake and it would take some time to get the car and drive around if it were needed. It turned out the Keith had not broken anything but was none the less quite hurt. Keith credits not even a moment of knowing that there was an obstacle meant he had never tensed up and that "it just happened" is why he managed to have not hurt himself more. Keith no longer plays frizbee as you can imagine and warns others that's it can be a dangerous game but is a great disk golf player (safer to not catch a disk I guess was the lesson here) &lt;br /&gt;Well that's the story from so long ago, though I can picture it like it had just happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2641756529700650051?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2641756529700650051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2641756529700650051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2641756529700650051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2641756529700650051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-thats-been-told-time-and-time.html' title='a story thats been told time and time again'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2319608221174441326</id><published>2008-01-10T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:12:24.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is an idiot?</title><content type='html'>I got a great example of an idiot. My ex has proven once again that she has no clue. I haven't called my son past 7pm in ages since I simply do not want to talk to my ex and so often he has been asleep early. Well she has decided that I have called from a phone other than my own and left my son a message (WRONG!) and then someone is calling her from this number and Harrissing her. Only an idiot would not be able to check the call log of the phone and have seen that my call comes from my phone and that if another call comes in that the message from earlier wasn't from some strange number. She made this big deal about this Harrissing call and when I ask to get the number to see for my self if she was getting calls from someone I know, she said "your not worth it" &lt;br /&gt;I guess she once again wants to be able to stick to the truths she creates and not find out that she was wrong just like she fabricated that I had a girlfriend before she announced that she filed for a divorce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2319608221174441326?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2319608221174441326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2319608221174441326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2319608221174441326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2319608221174441326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-idiot.html' title='What is an idiot?'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-5922825725630180713</id><published>2008-01-10T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:00:09.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>walking the dog</title><content type='html'>While I was walking our pomeranian I was lost in thought. My girlfriend was in her job interview for a promotion and I was reflecting on how great life has been since we started dating almost 7 months ago. I have been so loved and am very much in love. I would never guessed that I would feel this way after the hurt I've had in my life but it has happened and now everyday seems blessed. I still need to get on a more stable finatial ground since so much of my pay goes to child support but I'm hopeful that all that will improve in time. I just hope to live out the rest of my life with this feeling of joy and happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-5922825725630180713?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/5922825725630180713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=5922825725630180713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5922825725630180713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5922825725630180713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2008/01/walking-dog.html' title='walking the dog'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-5501860370244088051</id><published>2007-12-29T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:35:05.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a story that shows whats wrong with these times</title><content type='html'>From http://www.clickondetroit.com &lt;br /&gt;GARLAND, Texas -- The organizers of a Hannah Montana ticket giveaway said they are considering taking the tickets away from the 6-year-old Texas girl who won. &lt;br /&gt;The girl had submitted an essay that began: "My daddy died this year in Iraq." &lt;br /&gt;But Club Libby Lu, the Chicago-based store which sponsored the contest, said the girl's mother has admitted that the story was a lie. &lt;br /&gt;The saga began with company officials surprising the girl at a Club Libby Lu store at a mall in suburban Dallas. The girl won a makeover that included a Hannah Montana wig, as well as the grand prize: airfare for four to Albany, N.Y., and four tickets to the sold-out Hannah Montana concert on Jan. 9. &lt;br /&gt;The mother had told company officials that the girl's father died in a roadside bombing in April. But the Pentagon had no record of the soldier she identified. &lt;br /&gt;"We did the essay and that's what we did to win," Priscilla Ceballos, the mother, said. "We did whatever we could do to win." &lt;br /&gt;The CEO of Club Libby Lu said the company is reviewing the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW..... Here is my 2cents&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!! Reviewing? No f-in way should they get the tickets! If the mother can't go to jail for fraud then she shuold be sued for the cost of the contest and she her child what it meens to lie. It makes me sick how people seem to have lost their values and I hope that this compiany will make an example of her to keep the Disny name clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-5501860370244088051?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/5501860370244088051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=5501860370244088051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5501860370244088051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5501860370244088051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-that-shows-whats-wrong-with-these.html' title='a story that shows whats wrong with these times'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-9178125864626752423</id><published>2007-12-03T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:08:42.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>end of a nice weekend</title><content type='html'>Well it was a nice weekend with my son. To bad it had to end. I have to thank my girlfriend for all the help she provided in getting my son to feel better. I hated to see him go. I was also disapointed that his mother was upset about the idea of getting him a phone. I understand the he is 6 going on 7 and that's kinda young to have a phone. His mother tells me that my son is given every message of when I call but yet I never hear from him. The worse bit is that he is told that he can't call me because "daddy is at work" and that he is asking to call. So what else am I to think or do? It's to bad my ex cann't even be honest when she tells me why he couldn't have the phone or why I don't hear from him. Oh well life goes on. I'd also like to meet this doctor that has told her that there is no harm in smoking in front of him. That's got to be the biggest joke I've heard in a while. Of course it's not funny that my son has to deal with the health problems that come from it. All I can do is keep praying for his well being and hope for the best. Damn I miss the little guy so much already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-9178125864626752423?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/9178125864626752423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=9178125864626752423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/9178125864626752423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/9178125864626752423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-nice-weekend.html' title='end of a nice weekend'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2389486728025370691</id><published>2007-12-01T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T02:21:08.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my son</title><content type='html'>Hey buddy,&lt;br /&gt;   This weekend you have shown me so much love. I'm sorry that you wernt feeling well, but learning that you sat out your ressess at school laying in a ball because your belly hurts. You did this because you were told that if you were home from school you would not be able to come to my house this weekend. That was some sacrafice you made for me. You showed me so much love. I'm tring very hard to help you feel better to show you my love for you. Its like 2am and I'm up getting up to get you stuff for your belly and I'd do it again buddy cause I love you so much. Ok.I'll read this to you now and we can get back to bed. Love daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2389486728025370691?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2389486728025370691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2389486728025370691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2389486728025370691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2389486728025370691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-my-son.html' title='to my son'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2676433292845323522</id><published>2007-11-28T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:36:58.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wohooo</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! I got a voice again! Just haven't time to talk right now LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2676433292845323522?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2676433292845323522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2676433292845323522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2676433292845323522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2676433292845323522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/11/wohooo.html' title='wohooo'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4127879479881975401</id><published>2007-07-18T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:02:15.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends to the rescue</title><content type='html'>Well the agency I went to today was only to provide a roof over my head while I looked for work and tried to get my life back on track. Not what I was hopping for.  I called  a friend and I'll  be moving in with him  really soon.  I will at least not loosing the few things that I own. I'll be working as hard as I can to become employed and get out on my own. I won't be able to have my son on weekends because of the cat and dog (my son is allergic to something and has been told by the doctors to keep away from animals until they know what it is.) So I guess at best I can hope for visits. Mind you it's a 40 mile drive just one way and without a car I'm at the mercy of friends to help me see him until I can get my own car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4127879479881975401?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4127879479881975401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4127879479881975401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4127879479881975401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4127879479881975401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends-to-rescue.html' title='Friends to the rescue'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-3500391423631657008</id><published>2007-07-17T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:59:12.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile but my divorce is over so I guess I can tell all and vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;Tue May 29, 2007 I called unemployment and found that my last check was 2 weeks earlier  and the cash that I was going to use to finish fixing  my car is not coming. I tried to get an extension but was told   that the federal funds were used up that were unavailable till November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;Wed May 30, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Added a paypal donation link on my website because someone is going to help me. It was very fortunate  because it would be the last money I would get for some time. Was also the last day I saw my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;Tue Jun 05, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;My dog was to wild to stay and a friends (she is still a puppy after all) so she has gone to the humane society. The fish have also moved to their new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;Mon Jun 25, 2007 I couldn't make a car payment let alone on a car   that doesn't run. So the Ex had it towed off to fix and sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;span class="post-date"&gt;Fri Jun 29, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;I got a shut off notice for my electric. It was  to be shut off on July 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tue Jul 10, 2007 Filed for help with the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed Jul 11, 2007 Divorce became final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat Jul 14, 2007 Went to park with my son and girlfriend. It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon Jul 16, 2007 Got the eviction notice for my home. supposed to be out by the 23rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jul 17, 2007 Found out I was denied assistance from the state. I'm seeking additional help to get a home closer to where I can find work and still be close enough to see my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure there were events that I missed but there are some of the highlights. I would have posted it all earlier but I was tired of hearing my family criticize me for every post and only knowing part of the truth. Further more I didn't need any more crap added in to the divorce, Knowing I was getting screwed as much as possible as it was. As it is my ex got full custody of my son..... who know what else might have happened. Hell even me telling my son that I couldn't see him for some time because I didn't have food left got twisted in to something crazy like me moving to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I don't want to hear any bull shit comments from my family. I'm sick of how people think they know the answers when they have no clue what I'm going through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-3500391423631657008?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/3500391423631657008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=3500391423631657008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3500391423631657008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3500391423631657008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-its-been-awhile.html' title='I know it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-7131964551045462060</id><published>2007-06-28T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:22:29.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Man oh man there are some lame ass people in this world. Here is some lame shit someone wrote as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_user_noreply-comment@blogger.com" style="color: rgb(0, 104, 28);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Anonymous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; because anyone can talk shit when they hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just came across you. I can't believe you would put a picture of your son on your website. I just met your ex. She works hard. She loves her kids. You are a dead beat dad. Whens the last time you gave her anything for those kids? Why don't you tell your readers the truth? Who are you moving in with? Who have you been spending your time with? For how long? Why isn't your wife with you? Truth? because you couldn't cut it. Its men like you that put your own kids through hell and feel nothing for doing it. He isn't going to believe your lies. Because your not going to be there for him, your not going to buy his shoes... your not going to show him how to be a man. Your just going to make him feel like he is shit because your shit. So Fuck You. If your lucky he might talk to you about it one day, and forgive you for not being there. Because if you go through life without knowing, one day your going to die and face God. And then he will deal with your sorry ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:gray;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So lets pick this apart.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just came across you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(you don't know me, and have only heard what my ex had to say.... so your quick to make unfounded assumptions. Nice to know what kind of an asshole I'm dealing with from the start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe you would put a picture of your son on your website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(How are you to judge that, because you know who I am, you knew that was him....... If you were a complete stranger that pic wouldn't mean shit. Guess you couldn't figure that out on your own, glad to have enlightened you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She works hard. She loves her kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ain't that sweet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are a dead beat dad. Whens the last time you gave her anything for those kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Clearly you know nothing of all the cash spent to try and fix the car that she just took from me, and how much I have done to get out of the hole she left me in. As I have told her once I have the means the ex will get her $. Kinda hard to give what ya ain't got! Guess you wouldn't be smart enough to know that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why don't you tell your readers the truth? Who are you moving in with? Who have you been spending your time with? For how long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(My ex is a manipulative bitch and things like that isn't shit I'd want her to know, not before the divorce is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; final it least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why isn't your wife with you? Truth?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(dumb bitch filled for a divorce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; didn't she tell ya that? Oh how she gave up on the marriage before it really began? What ever it is I'm glad it happened because even as bad as things have been from me as of late, it's better than being with her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;because you couldn't cut it. Its men like you that put your own kids through hell and feel nothing for doing it. He isn't going to believe your lies. Because your not going to be there for him, your not going to buy his shoes... your not going to show him how to be a man. Your just going to make him feel like he is shit because your shit. So Fuck You. If your lucky he might talk to you about it one day, and forgive you for not being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Again with the assumptions! Damn you and my EX will get along great! You think you can know the truths in life with only a piece of a story. Wait and let history play it's part..... there is plenty of time for redemption {perhaps even for you})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Because if you go through life without knowing, one day your going to die and face God. And then he will deal with your sorry ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(God is aware of how hard I've tried to see my son and the obstacles that she has tried to put in my way. How she expected people to drive 70 and 80 miles to come pick me up to get my son and come back to drop him off. Granted the last couple of weeks she drove him here, and that was nice. Wanna talk about the weekend that I could get there and she drove him 20 miles to my brothers because I couldn't get a ride to drive him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 4 miles. Tell me that wasn't out of spite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; You clearly don't know me and at this point I don't think I'd care to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-7131964551045462060?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/7131964551045462060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=7131964551045462060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7131964551045462060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7131964551045462060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/06/flamers.html' title='Flamers'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-5127614342508220238</id><published>2007-06-20T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:02:47.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Walk</title><content type='html'>It was a long walk to the store today. I found myself  drifting in thought much like the caricature in the book "Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance". I thought back to my childhood and how magical summer was for me. I recalled how I collected  thousands of maple tree helicopters in the back of a toy dump truck so I could throw them up in the air all at once and see what happens. That sort of curiosity is far from gone with me, but the love of summer seems to be lost this year. I'm having to move so that I live closer to civilization.  It's the first step in getting my life back on track.  I've been thinking about how hard it's going to be to see my son once I do move, and how it will become only visitations. I know the work ahead of me will be far from easy, but giving up simply isn't an option for my sons sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-5127614342508220238?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/5127614342508220238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=5127614342508220238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5127614342508220238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5127614342508220238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-walk.html' title='Long Walk'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-3308747879577849422</id><published>2007-06-07T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:37:52.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>Where to start.....&lt;br /&gt;    Well I thought I would have my son this weekend but my ex has informed me that there are plans and that I can't. To hear her talk she wants to make arrangements so we have set weekends and such. But every call is nothing but yelling. She wants to know why I'm not talkative or happy to hear from her. I can't believe she needs to ask or that she expects an answer. Then she had to ask why her having him 12 days and me 2 might be a problem for me. OMG like that seems fair. Oh and if I can't find a ride I miss that weekend. Oh and I'm supposed to have to provide the rides both ways to see my son according to her..... Like thats fair! She said that we were to work things out our selves but that since I didn't have any money that I wasn't holding up my end of the bargain. Gee that not a surprise really. I was hoping to resolve the problem of not being able to pay her, but set backs seem to keep coming up. Oh well, she can't seem talk without yelling and I don't feel like I have to keep taking it like I did when we were together. So things will have to work them selves out, or the courts will have to do it, or I will have to keep biting my tong for the next 12 years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-3308747879577849422?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/3308747879577849422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=3308747879577849422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3308747879577849422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3308747879577849422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4542923799330577743</id><published>2007-06-01T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:28:33.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today her name is gone!</title><content type='html'>Well that silly thing thats been bothering me is gone. That name I had tattooed om my ring finger has been covered up. The thing that was there to profess my love it as gone as the love I once had for that person. So life goes on...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4542923799330577743?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4542923799330577743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4542923799330577743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4542923799330577743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4542923799330577743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-her-name-is-gone.html' title='today her name is gone!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-7190718116031200581</id><published>2007-05-27T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:53.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4QS7cHoCfA/Rll-Gb7Cy7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZIgZccUcZ4/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4QS7cHoCfA/Rll-Gb7Cy7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZIgZccUcZ4/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;I got my son droped off yesterday. Not quite sure how it happened but i can speculate. I was on phone with him and it was clear that my ex could hear me. I was saying that I wasn't getting help from his mom because she was mad at me. She from the back ground said "that's not it! its because the last time i helped you i got treated like dirt" and I said "see that's why she is mad at me." it was in an instant that her tone changed and she took the phone and said she haven't received $ from her previous ex so she had no gas to drive him around, so I said once I could get a ride to the bank I'd pull out some money to give her and get my son. After a few she called back and said she got her money and would bring me my son as well as pick him up to that this wasn't to become a regular practice.It's been great having him. I would have posted this yestrday but we were bussy playing. We played with Superman Lego's and stuff. Regardless of the arguments that have happened, I'm just really glad to have the time with my little man. &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-7190718116031200581?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/7190718116031200581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=7190718116031200581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7190718116031200581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7190718116031200581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-my-son-droped-off-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4QS7cHoCfA/Rll-Gb7Cy7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IZIgZccUcZ4/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-4613720622971125807</id><published>2007-05-26T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:54:03.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To my son</title><content type='html'>Hey there buddy,&lt;br /&gt;     Your to young to understand the things that are going on right now between your mother and I, But I'm writing this because it will because when you grow up I want you to see and Know your daddy has always loved you. I have tried very hard to get my car running but it still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; start. I've called friends hopping to get a ride to come and get you but none were available, And thought your mother is saying that she couldn't afford to bring you to me, I offered her gas money and asked how much she needed and she refused. So last night I was here in our old home crying, missing my son and knowing how you were being used like a pawn to hurt me. I just want you to know I love you buddy and hope in time you realise that I always have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-4613720622971125807?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/4613720622971125807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=4613720622971125807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4613720622971125807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/4613720622971125807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-son.html' title='To my son'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2269636726046653955</id><published>2007-05-25T23:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:44:31.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend without my son</title><content type='html'>Well i couldn't post yesterday so here is what happened then....&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my son and he wants to come out to my house. so I told him I'd do my best to get a ride there to get him but that my car wasn't working. My ex got on the phone and I asked "how much money for gas would it take for you to drive him here?"   her reply was "you know it ain't going to work like that."&lt;br /&gt;So today...... my son is calling crying about how he misses his daddy and wants me to find a ride. I called a friend @5:30pm who was still at work. he's an hour away and has things to do before he could help. I called the ex back and told her what was up. she told me that was to bad because now she might not be around later. I said "i just want you to know what your doing to our son is wrong". and hung up. She called back and started b***hing, I said "this wasn't up for a debate". she was going "waaa waaa waaa" as i hung up again.&lt;br /&gt;I called and talked to my son again.... he sounded so sad and in the back ground say "I'm not keeping you from your father". She's pinning the whole not seeing him on me. this sucks so freaking bad.&lt;br /&gt;at 10:40pm i sent this message to the ex's phone:&lt;br /&gt;Brian never called me back. I'll try to find a ride tomorow. what is the earlest you would be avalibe?&lt;br /&gt;My ex called and said that she was planing on sleeping in. so I asked nicely could she called once they got up? she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;My ex called back and asked "if your haveing such a problem picking him up How are you planing on getting him back?" I said "what? I don't know. You meen to tell me that you can't pick him up?" She said "it was a bad week and I cann't aford the gas"Me: "I told you that I would have given gas monie for both ways"Her: "hey you think I a B---h I'm going to show you what a bitch I can be"Me: "So your saing that since I can't asure you that I can get him back I can't have him?"Her "ya that about it"&lt;br /&gt;So I now go with my 3rd weekend without my son. I hope she isn't expecting any kind jesters anythime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2269636726046653955?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2269636726046653955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2269636726046653955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2269636726046653955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2269636726046653955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-weekend-without-my-son.html' title='another weekend without my son'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-2733068938043949060</id><published>2007-05-04T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:57:08.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I see people have been very busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WOW!! So it’s another day and I see people have been very busy. Well now I have few things to say. I love how everyone wants the last word. Well guess what? My blog, my last word. Marilyn needs to shut the fuck up. You tell me that the life story shouldn’t be posted and then proceed to go on and on, then say that the friends that help me get to stores and such should help me with my son and then criticize that. Marilyn you clearly want to fight for no apparent reason with wild assumptions of how you think my life should be. Well you don’t know shit and its best that you keep your narrow minded opinions to yourself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From Marilyn’s comments: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;An affair is an affair and YES you did cheat. Being unfaithful on the Internet is an affair. Sexually pleasuring yourself with another woman on the phone or Internet is an affair. You are having indecent thoughts and pleasure with another woman. THAT IS AN AFFAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets see then…. If I rub one out with a playboy magazine then I guess that’s an affair to eh? Lol ok then if I whack it to old pictures of Anna Nicole Smith I guess that would make it necrophilia. What ever, and who really cares what you think? Your attempt to make me out as a bad guy has only shown that you haven’t spent much time examining the world around you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Further more I really don’t have time to waist on ignorant people who make unfounded assumptions. I can only say that I hope that by reading my blog people will have gotten to know me better and on day my son can look back at all this and understand why I am where I am, and know he was loved and cared for and that some of his family just are messed up. My brother-in-law said it best…. “You chouse your friends, but are stuck with family”. I now chouse who I wish to associate with, with the exception of my soon to be ex-wife, and that’s because we have a son to raise. In time she might get over her hurt feelings, she might not. People are responsible for there own feelings, placing blame never helps. From what I have seen the only ones here making real personal sacrifices are Keith and Tazzie0612 to help when it comes to me and my son. I know who friends are and can see by their generosity that I am cared for. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the rest of you who think you know my life and think I should do things differently… sorry I can’t accommodate you, and if you want to take your house payment to help my ex by all means be my guest. I’m sure she would be grateful, other wise mind your own business. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-2733068938043949060?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/2733068938043949060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=2733068938043949060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2733068938043949060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/2733068938043949060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-see-people-have-been-very-busy.html' title='I see people have been very busy!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1752484209748255893</id><published>2007-04-30T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:57:15.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Much love for family!</title><content type='html'>Before I go about bashing my brother who I'm guessing had help with his post because unlike seeking to him in person that was post was practically coherent.&lt;br /&gt;For my wife I confronted my natural mother over not wishing to include my two oldest step children over for Christmas. That wasn't my idea, but I burned bridges for her. I never cheated on my wife, yes I can close but didn't do anything though during her pregnancy she made my life hell. I also never said her pregnancy made me sick. I didn't know how to deal with it and yes I didn't want her belly on me (perhaps to much SF in the past) what ever!! I payed for those mistakes for my entire marriage! she didn't have to marry me and she married me 8 months after my son was born. So if what happened during her pregnancy was so damn bad they why would she have said yes? Further more the 5 years of marriage there should have been time for her to work that shit out. it wasn't until after her announcement if the divorce that she even wanted to discuss why she treated me like shit. I worked hard to see that my family's needs were taken care of. I may have changed jobs but I provided for my family and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;My brother seems to have been taken in by the story's my ex weaves. Truth be told we both began relationships after the divorce was started. So where is the problem there? My brother seems to failed to notice that. In fact I had to lesion to a dumb ass lecture from him saying how he couldn't understand me. Well that wasn't much of a surprise. the rift that he spoke of was that his wife said and age didn't matter in a relationship and that was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EX's&lt;/span&gt; only real complaint over who I was choosing to speak with. My poor brother was left on the fence and couldn't agree with both. He even told me that he would have to side with my wife because he felt a better change of seeing my son if he threw me under the bus. So much love in my family. Well that's fine, I know I gave my best to have a good marriage and will again. I might not have much currently, like a working car or the money to eat a decent meal. but I'm doing everything possible to get myself back on the right track. I'm working to get my ex payed off but without a vehicle getting to a job is not been possible and efforts to get my car running has only left me broke and still with out a car. I didn't get to have my son weekend because I couldn't say by Wednesday that I wouldn't be working and couldn't pick him up. I miss my son but dealing with my ex isn't easy. She said it wasn't fair that I take women out and don't have the money to pay a bill I owe her. I'm not sure what one had with the other considering I was picked up and had a pleasant time without spending a dollar. I tried to ask where there was a connection but my ex really didn't have an answer. I have had to relay on the generosity of friends to help me with the most simple of tasks, like getting food for my home and for this my ex thinks I should call on these people to help me get my son or watch him while i work (it didn't happen because I couldn't get my car running) But I haven't gone really out and request the help. Perhaps it's pride but I'm not comfortable asking people for their help. So I have a lot of work ahead of me, I knew I would, but I have gotten my self up out before and like that I will do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1752484209748255893?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1752484209748255893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1752484209748255893' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1752484209748255893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1752484209748255893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/04/much-love-for-family.html' title='Much love for family!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-5559265047980717047</id><published>2007-04-24T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:32:34.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Amendment (ever hear of it)</title><content type='html'>So here we go again.....&lt;br /&gt;  My ex has called to tell me that my posts need to be taken down before she goes to her lawyer. Perhaps she hasn't watched the news where a student posted about her teacher and what she thought of him. In that case it went to court and it was upheld that it was within her 1st amendment rights as freedom of speech. So until America drops it fundamental rights, this is my blog and I will post as I chose. If she needs the world to know her story she can get her own blog. Then she can tell the world the things she tell me. like how I'm wrong by buying toilet paper in the 12 pack when I'm broke (like a guy without a car should get smaller amounts and risk running out) or the many other pearls of wisdom she desires to share.&lt;br /&gt;   along the lines of freedom of speech... people who chose to fuel the feud between me and my ex totally have the right to talk. I know I haven't the right to stop them. But I can ask that they consider what they are doing. It doesn't help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm trying to get working again so I can improve my life, fix my car, and give the ex some money to help her with my son. My ex seems to think that I should already be taking days off to keep my son. I tried to explain that it's Tuesday and I don't know if I'm working this Friday yet and that I'd let her know as soon as I could but that just got me screamed at (again). You would think that I'd be used to this but it really isn't something you get used to at all. But like always she wants it all and wants it now and no matter what I do I'm going to have her complaining.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I live with. I wonder how it lasted as long as it did.&lt;br /&gt;    I was asked about how much my attitude has changed in such a short time. Why only last Christmas I seemed happy with my wife and the life I had. Well I lived on optimism, that things would improve if I just gave it time. When my ex chose to tell me that she had filed for a divorce that illusion dissolved and didn't take me long to realise that I hadn't been happy in some time and I was going to be better without the BS. I was of course correct. Now I can reflect and say that things can only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-5559265047980717047?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/5559265047980717047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=5559265047980717047' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5559265047980717047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/5559265047980717047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-amendment-ever-hear-of-it.html' title='1st Amendment (ever hear of it)'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-7522203374707940335</id><published>2007-04-19T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:27:50.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, February 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>Sunday, February 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meny&lt;/span&gt; posts.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that knows me should know that I am going to be going through a divorce. because of that I have been going and venting by posting to my various blogs. Once the divorce is over I plan on making links to all my posts available. One day it might even be easy to see what I've been going through. I'm not really my self these days and I know it. I'm torn up inside. I've known for years the the relationship with my wife wasn't the best but kept thinking one day it would improve. The fact is I pushed my wife away when she was pregnant with my son. I didn't know that woman go through emotional changes during that part of their life. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seeked&lt;/span&gt; comfort from another woman and it was that woman that helped me to see that I was wrong. Though the relationship ended there the hurt never went away for my wife and deep down she used the anger to keep our relationship from getting back on track. I was neglected, kept from the love I needed and in the end I know that things could never be set strait. I'm going to go on with my life and love again. I have learned a lot in the last few years. I know that the thing that was killing me most was the lack of affection. I could have lived without sex, but I need the touch of a woman to make me feel whole. A kiss can mean so much and for years I lived with only receiving a few and most were nothing more than a peck good-by when one of us were on the way out the door. I'm going to miss her but know I'll be better off in time. I hope this answers questions that some of my family had regarding why things never seemed to go well for me n my wife. I know I did try and will go on trying to be a good person for my son. Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed this post before because of a request by my EX. I still saw no reason why my side of the story being posted was a bad thing since she had gone and told anyone who would l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iston&lt;/span&gt; including my family. Well I tried to show respect... but when I'm now going on what will be my second weekend in a row without my son, I'm not feeling the need to respect her wishes. Oh she has said I can have my son provided I pick him up, knowing fully well my car's not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can expect more posts here now that I feel free to do as I like again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-7522203374707940335?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/7522203374707940335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=7522203374707940335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7522203374707940335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/7522203374707940335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-february-25-2007.html' title='Sunday, February 25, 2007'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-3651062616993222387</id><published>2007-04-03T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:39:38.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey! wanna talk?</title><content type='html'>it has just come to my attention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; that didn't talk to me in the past was due to the fact I was married. Well I'm getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;divorced&lt;/span&gt; now so get a hold of me. Email me at Kevin(at)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;akaawol&lt;/span&gt;.com replace the (at) with a @ of course and I'll get back! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-3651062616993222387?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/3651062616993222387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=3651062616993222387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3651062616993222387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/3651062616993222387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-wanna-talk.html' title='hey! wanna talk?'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-1583121254949882583</id><published>2007-02-22T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:07:43.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was she thinking?</title><content type='html'>My mother (if you can call her that) called today to wish my son a happy birthday. ( is was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; his 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and it was great to see him excited about moving up in the world!)&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked that she would bother after the hate E-mails I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to set things right, to lay ground rules &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; the unfair treatment my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; in the past and haven't heard a thing since. She asked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt; to him... I asked what? After not hearing from her since my last E-mail. she tells me that after that she has no intentions of ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt; to me. So I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to let her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt; to my son? I don't think so. She hung up without another word but it left me thinking.... What the F--- was she thinking? That she can cut me out of her life but have my son still on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt; terms? That I wouldn't care? That I just forgot how she hurt my daughters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;? What was she thinking? I really don't know and further more don't care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-1583121254949882583?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/1583121254949882583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=1583121254949882583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1583121254949882583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/1583121254949882583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-was-she-thinking.html' title='what was she thinking?'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-116939529850868266</id><published>2007-01-21T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:01:38.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't choose your family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7959/3582/1600/346784/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7959/3582/320/964216/P1010020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't choose your family. That was once told to me by my brother-in-law. I never really gave it much thought, but as I am approaching 40 years of age I have been reflecting on my life. I don't speak too much of my family by choice. Mostly it would be religion that keeps us separated, but that's not the only reason. Similarly it's differences in opinions and an unwillingness to budge that keeps us from even simple communications. One example is that I have 4 children but for some reason my biological mother (I was adopted) despite having raised a step daughter only see me as having 2 kids. I was also told to leave my kids behind to pursue a better career was acceptable. Taking their mother from them and even sending my step daughter back to her natural father was the advice I was given. Now I love all of my kids, and could not do that to them or to their mother. So I don't budge again. My biological mother also seldom offers words of encouragement. I was told that stained glass art was to hard to just go out and try. That one should take classes and only start with designs that are simple, to not try to invent or create anything as it's so damm hard. Well The picture I have added was my first attempt to do stained glass without a single class. It goes over a tea light candle and looks cool. It was easy for me even though it wasn't a flat typical project.&lt;br /&gt;        So what have I learned?    You can't choose your family, but you can chouse if you listen to them. If they don't offer encouragement, then find encouragement else where. If they don't accept you for who you are, perhaps they aren't worth talking to. Also if they only offer opinions that are offered to hurt you or your loved ones (like my sister tried to do to not just me, but several members of my family) then it's just best to not talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;        On the other hand, you can't choose your family but you can choose to be a better person. Encourage your kids. Accept their opinions. Make demands on them only if what they want could risk their life (like stopping them from playing in the road) but let them explore when ever possible. Accept that what you find difficult may be a breeze for them and there is nothing wrong with that. Wealth is great but it can never buy back years lost with the ones you love. Hell I may be poor, but I get to see my kids and grandchild grow, learn and give them love and guidance. Also, if you want respect, be respectable. You can’t expect even you kids to respect you if your acting like an ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-116939529850868266?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/116939529850868266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=116939529850868266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116939529850868266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116939529850868266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-cant-choose-your-family.html' title='You can&apos;t choose your family.'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-116680249115547582</id><published>2006-12-22T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:48:11.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern relationships with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMRD6jvZWJ4"&gt;My son&lt;/a&gt; comes in from school and plays &lt;a href="http://www.bungie.net"&gt;Halo&lt;/a&gt; most any day. Yesterday he begged me to play so from separate rooms we were playing the same game. With headsets we can talk during the game, so I was asking "what did I get for Christmas?". From across the map he sniped me (using a sniper riffle to kill me) and said "there you go daddy! There's your Christmas present!" I had to laugh but it makes me think of how the time have really changed. Here we play games together in the same house but from separate rooms. We talk but at times using headsets and bond by whooping each others butt! Times may have changed, but I don't think I would change a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-116680249115547582?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/116680249115547582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=116680249115547582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116680249115547582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116680249115547582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/12/modern-relationships-with-kids.html' title='Modern relationships with kids'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-116646289370013947</id><published>2006-12-18T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:28:13.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday season is upon us</title><content type='html'>Funny thing, Holidays. They can be warm and comforting, bringing families together, or they can bring up memories of years gone by and the hurt that may have been dealt by people we were so close to. This year has both of theses truths for me. On one hand my very close family (wife and kids) are coming together so very close. There is great excitement for the gifts we are waiting to open and our home has a warm feeling that I wouldn't replace for the world. But then there is a darker side. From as far back as I can remember my family has known how to dish out some real pain. Always someone was made to feel as though they were not good enough for the rest of the family, or that what they had done something so bad that you could be spoken to. I recall years of being the outcast. I had many holidays spent by myself. I would go through a wide range of emotions, from hurt to anger, resentment and finally acceptance. I accepted that I had no family that I could count on and only a strong will could provide me the support that I sought from a family. I also knew that with making a family of my own that I would try harder than I had ever done with the family I grew up with. Years had passed and apologies made for the years I spent alone, but nothing has ever felt resolved. I'm not sure what it would it would take to truly put the past behind, but it's not likely to happen any time soon. Without going in to detail one again I had a family member try to have me pushed aside. In the old days this would have been done by phone and there would have been a lot of miss quotes, but this time it was with e-mails. A privet conversation that gone blown out of proportion was then sent to several members of my family. The claim was that it was to set me strait, but in my heart I knew that this, like the times in the past, I was to be pushed out again. This didn't happen this time because with e-mails everyone could see the conversation in its entirety and saw how absurd it was. Since I was not banished as expected, I guess there is now some sort of backlash. I can't say I don't care, but with all I have ever been through, I can say I have little empathy for someone who shoots them self in the foot. I have lived for many years on my own and now have a family that counts on me for my love and support and will not easily take crap from anyone who wishes to give me any gripe over how I chouse to live my life. Nor will I have anyone tell me whom I should respect, especially from someone who only recognizes part of my own family as being family. I love all my kids and my grandchild. With their support I know I will enjoy this holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-116646289370013947?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/116646289370013947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=116646289370013947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116646289370013947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116646289370013947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-season-is-upon-us.html' title='Holiday season is upon us'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-116585369291195347</id><published>2006-12-11T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:14:52.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>It's been so lone since I really tried to keep a my blog updated. Well I lost my job at to computer sales store 'computer USSR' (criptive, but your bright. You'll probably figure it out) I lost the job due to a lack of sales. Get this! The store stopped having commission sales like so many others have done. The reason stores stopped having commission sales was so all people would get help regardless of what they were shopping for. But get this... They replaced it with tracking your sales numbers of what you take to the register. So since I truly believe that all people deserve help regardless of how deep there pockets are, I didn't 'hit the numbers' that I was required to I was canned. So here is my advice to anyone who wishes to buy something small from the big chains. Let's say you need a new mouse for you computer... Tell the sales guy your buying a new computer. Even go so far as let him talk you in to the expensive one. Then say you would like a better mouse to go with it and let him show you all the differences. You see once he thinks your on the hook for a big ticket item he will take the time you need to really get what you came for. Once you get the mouse you need, say "I'll take this now and get the computer later, perhaps next payday". At this point the sales guy will feel really let down, but you can ask to make sure you have his name and assure him that you will look for him when you make the purchase will keep him happy as he will feel that in time he will 'hit his numbers'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-116585369291195347?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/116585369291195347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=116585369291195347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116585369291195347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116585369291195347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-116585070189818033</id><published>2006-12-11T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:25:01.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ rocks Halo</title><content type='html'>Ever been beaten down by 'DJ AKAAWOL' in a game of halo? Ever wonder how he reacts when he's got you? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMRD6jvZWJ4"&gt;watch this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-116585070189818033?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/116585070189818033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=116585070189818033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116585070189818033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/116585070189818033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/12/dj-rocks-halo.html' title='DJ rocks Halo'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115888441291546183</id><published>2006-09-21T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:36:24.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more time in a day</title><content type='html'>I tired, just helped my son with two levels on the lego's game and still have much to do around the house. I plan to add some helpful tips on my web site &lt;a href="http://akaawol.com"&gt;akaawol.com&lt;/a&gt; regarding how to use your computer smarter. And what programs you relay need and why. Got tips or idea's share them by sending me an e-mail to Kevin(at)akaawol.com. well good night. c-ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115888441291546183?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115888441291546183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115888441291546183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115888441291546183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115888441291546183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-more-time-in-day.html' title='I need more time in a day'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115880775451425725</id><published>2006-09-20T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:02:36.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No new home...</title><content type='html'>So early last week I learned I learned that we did not qualify for a loan. This might have cause me to go in to a depressed, but lucky for me last Tuesday the new release of 'Star Wars Lego II' came out! I don't commonly buy games the day they come out but this was special. My son and myself loved the first one and well... I guess I rely wanted to be sure to get it. So all free time has been working to deal with living in this tin can and playing X Box. If any reader has figured out how to find a leaking pipe in the underside of a trailer e-mail me to tell me how you did it. I cut a hole in the floor where it seemed to be, and there isn't even a pipe there! go figure, well got to work in the AM so I got to get some sleep. So peace and play on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115880775451425725?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115880775451425725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115880775451425725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115880775451425725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115880775451425725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-new-home.html' title='No new home...'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115801645410328843</id><published>2006-09-11T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:14:14.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepsake video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dcdstudios.com"&gt;Keepsake Video&lt;/a&gt; is a link I'd like to share with my readers. This is a company started by a man who much like my self has a need to do something productive rather than nothing at all. You see he retired and found that making memorable videos of your loved ones is a way to keep active for him self and providing a much need service to people. Check out his web site, get the service, you'll be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115801645410328843?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115801645410328843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115801645410328843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115801645410328843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115801645410328843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/keepsake-video.html' title='Keepsake video'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115801543744870679</id><published>2006-09-11T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:57:17.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11-2006</title><content type='html'>It's 5 years after the 9-11 tragedy that hit New York and Washington. I guess most Americans are taking time to reflect on what they were doing that day and how mush has changed in the last five years. I guess I'm no different. I see how my kids have grown, how politics have changed, how or civil liberty's have been challenged. There has been so much that has changed and the there is so that has stayed the same. We still have to work and go on with life just as we did before. So do I have any profound words to share with my readers? Not really just hug the ones you love and hope you have found comfort on this day 5 years after the horrible events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115801543744870679?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115801543744870679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115801543744870679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115801543744870679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115801543744870679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/9-11-2006.html' title='9-11-2006'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115773750039061840</id><published>2006-09-08T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:45:01.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days in a row!</title><content type='html'>I've got the day off again and can hardly stand it! It's not like I'm really missing work or anything but don't know what to do with myself. I'm going to swing by my moms to help her with computer shit and drop my kids off. Funny I was just talking to my wife about not seeing our grandchild and my mom gets ahold of me to take mine. This world can be funny like that. Well rather than sitting around writing my life story I think I should get some shit done.&lt;br /&gt;C-ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115773750039061840?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115773750039061840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115773750039061840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115773750039061840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115773750039061840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-days-in-row.html' title='Two days in a row!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115767852695146256</id><published>2006-09-07T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:22:07.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My day off</title><content type='html'>Finale a day off. I tried to sleep in but the phone kept ringing and I just couldn't get back to sleep. My son's first day was today and I was there to see him off the school bus. He seemed to be surprised to find me home and was so excited he was running to get of the bus. We decided to go to the park and ride bikes and my wife went off to work only to be sent back home. SO.... The whole gang went and enjoyed a beautiful afternoon in the sun. My daughter did her homework while my wife worked on a sudoku puzzle. Me and the boy rode our bikes for a ways and I wish I could describe the wonderful sound it is for a father to hear his sons outburst of joy as he went down the hill at the fastest speed he has ever done! You could just feel his excitement! After the park we came home and discovered a message from our realtor. We (the wife and myself) were both excited and scared, tried to call but the agent was not available (figures! We can hardly stand the suspense) checked my e-mail and found that the agent wanted to say; the representative from the bank had just returned from a vacation and that we may get some new in the next few days. Not good news, but then again it wasn't bad news either.&lt;br /&gt;There is a full moon out the night, strange things a bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;So thought I'd like to say for those family and friends that are reading this : I love the fact I get to tell the story once. Love you guys but it's hard to keep everyone up to date with house hunting and kids going to school and stuff. It's nice to think this blog may help to not have to keep answering the same questions again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;Awol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115767852695146256?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115767852695146256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115767852695146256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115767852695146256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115767852695146256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-day-off.html' title='My day off'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115738156044203440</id><published>2006-09-04T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:52:40.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor day 2006</title><content type='html'>So it's labor day and I have to work! It's like some one in upper management forget what this holiday is about. Perhaps they see the potential for profits rather than celebrating the essence of what this is about. Then again I'd bet the same upper management actual has the day off. Oh well at least I get hours in for my next check. So I get to work and try to take my mind off weather I get the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115738156044203440?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115738156044203440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115738156044203440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115738156044203440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115738156044203440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor-day-2006.html' title='Labor day 2006'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115722289138699553</id><published>2006-09-02T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:48:11.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bid is in</title><content type='html'>Taking advantage of my day off I set up a viewing of the house me and the wife had looked at. We got a new agent that could explain what buying options we had and well.... We put a bid in. This being a holiday weekend means we will have to wait a few before we know what if it's ours but I have to say I feel good about this one and am very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115722289138699553?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115722289138699553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115722289138699553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115722289138699553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115722289138699553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/bid-is-in.html' title='The bid is in'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115716156781040081</id><published>2006-09-01T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:46:07.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day for AWOL</title><content type='html'>Worked hard and come home tired. Kids and wife wanted my attention so I stay awake. Then the wife runs off with her girlfriend and leaves me home with the kids. So I checked up on my mom and she is depressed. My mother is a widow who is feeling very alone and has perused ways to meet people but with no real luck. I think she is taking it to personally. She has even believed that perhaps she's getting to old to find a good catch. So if any of my readers have some good advice on what I can share with her please e-mail me. (by the way my mom's pic is in my previous post, not a bad looking broad eh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115716156781040081?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115716156781040081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115716156781040081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115716156781040081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115716156781040081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-another-day-for-awol.html' title='Just another day for AWOL'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115707621943387022</id><published>2006-08-31T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:06:56.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal showing</title><content type='html'>It was a good day today, I got up early and took my wife to see the home I'm interested in and perhaps just luck found (perhaps something more?) the back door unlocked. So we had a personal showing and both found points that we liked. In fact we think this could be just what our family needs so the work is on to see if we can get it. I went to work after that and had a good night selling to keep my mind off how much I want to get this home. I guess time will tell but I think if all goes well I should know how feasible it is in the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115707621943387022?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115707621943387022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115707621943387022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115707621943387022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115707621943387022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/personal-showing.html' title='Personal showing'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115698850611845077</id><published>2006-08-30T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:52:01.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for missing time</title><content type='html'>Been so very busy lately with work and seeking a new home. So once out of work I've been looking for homes for sale. We found one that has set the standards perhaps a bit high that was bought by an investor. So the hunt is on for the next perfect home. I'll work to keep the posts more regular. Once we get it I'll keep this blog to show regular updates of the progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115698850611845077?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115698850611845077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115698850611845077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115698850611845077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115698850611845077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry-for-missing-time.html' title='Sorry for missing time'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115604060633865331</id><published>2006-08-19T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:24:56.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Visit</title><content type='html'>What A Day!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7959/3582/640/P1010112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7959/3582/320/P1010112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was having quite a day her self and almost sounded as though she would be happiest if she could stay home and rest. My wife was also wishing for a quiet day, so when my wife called and spoke to my mom they agreed to having our visit some other day. As the day wore on my son realized that grandma should be here and asked what was up. We tried to explain that we could have grandma over some other day. No one could have expected what would come next! He was so upset, and wouldn't stop. I was able to reach my mom online and had her call to talk to him. As soon as he realized who was on the phone he explained that 'mom screwed up' and wasn't supposed to say that it was ok for grandma to stay home! Grandma you promised you'd come over! So with his sweet persistence my mom came over and we went to dinner. I mention this because it was at dinner that my son was explaining that he had picked out a game to teach grandma on the X-Box. I said we should play 'Halo' and that perhaps we could even get mom to play. Here is what my son said "don't you remember? We tried to teach mom how to play that and she sucked!" that is no exaggeration! My mom came over and bless her heart she played the X-box whit the squirt and made his day! "Grandma sucks at playing a little bit" he just told me but he has hopes of teaching her more on her next visit. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115604060633865331?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115604060633865331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115604060633865331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115604060633865331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115604060633865331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/grandmas-visit.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115586734695089040</id><published>2006-08-17T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:15:46.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>I went to work and I guess it was ok, seemed to take forever though. It was after work things got weird. I went to my previous job to get my first/last check and got there and they were closed. OK, so I went to their sister company and found there was no way to get paid today. So I went back to the place I had worked to get the phone number and my car dies! I realize that I may have to actual abandon my car at a place where I just up and quit! I went and found a pay phone and with limited change I called for help help on the way I returned to my car happy about not personals being stranded but still not happy about leaving my car where the night crew would clearly not understand my cars presence. With nothing else better to do I try one more time and varoom! The damn thing started like there was nothing wrong!!! I raced to the pay phone since I didn't want the generous help to drive 10 miles to find me not there. I reach them and he's gone but has a cell phone so I have his ol' lady give him the update. phew! Made it home in one piece and started work on cleaning up the house. With my mom coming over I have to bust ass the get this place to look better of face the wrath of my wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115586734695089040?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115586734695089040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115586734695089040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115586734695089040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115586734695089040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115577771632507600</id><published>2006-08-16T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:21:56.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kick ASS! Today I got my new palm PDA!! I'm so happy I can hardly stand it. Backing up is easy and I can do it on my laptop and sync it to outlook and ohhhhhhhhh it great! It's like all the flowers are in bloom and the sky's are clear! Ok maybe not that great but very cool none the less. So now that the registrations are done and the stuff is sync-ed I'm going to look for games to go! LOL! I've been getting e-mails from people I don't know so if you just found my blog or web site and you choose to e-mail me feel free just give me a heads up about not knowing you and all. I hate that feeling like I should know who you are but can't remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115577771632507600?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115577771632507600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115577771632507600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115577771632507600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115577771632507600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/kick-ass-today-i-got-my-new-palm-pda.html' title=''/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115569688816066440</id><published>2006-08-15T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:11:20.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7959/3582/640/crazy%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7959/3582/320/crazy%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So not a bad day over all. For those that know me and my work, you may say I was promote by being given a 'red shirt'! Not much real happened though. It was slow (this is where you say 'How slow was it?') it was so slow I looked at my watch and it was 10am, I looked an hour later and it was 10:10am! But as even slow thing go, my work day came to an end and I came right home to work here. I ran a cat5 cable to my daughters room so she can now do her 'my space' in 'her space'! It frees up the desk and made her happy. Got another long day tomorrow but couldn't sleep. So instead I'm writhing this. I'm so going to pay as I drag ass tomorrow! So how do you like this image? Inspired by some shit a buddy said to me after catching me and my wife doing it in the woods. He said he was going to 'forward the phiciatrist bills to me' and I gave him that quote. LOL got to get some sleep now I'll try to write more soon. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115569688816066440?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115569688816066440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115569688816066440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115569688816066440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115569688816066440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another day another dollar'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115560098280642471</id><published>2006-08-14T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:16:22.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7959/3582/640/T-SHIRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7959/3582/320/T-SHIRT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have shirts and more for sale at my personal site. Viset AKAAWOL.COM to see them all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739137-115560098280642471?l=akaawol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/feeds/115560098280642471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739137&amp;postID=115560098280642471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115560098280642471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739137/posts/default/115560098280642471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akaawol.blogspot.com/2006/08/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget'/><author><name>AKA AWOL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739137.post-115560060471636012</id><published>2006-08-14T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:49:25.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW BLOG!</title><content type='html'>So today's a good day. My oldest son gave me shit about approaching 40 and how his youth is so superior to my old age (Easy for a 18 year old to say!). So I took him out to the park to play Disk Golf. Usually we are evenly matched but today I spanked him with a 6 point lead! Teens everywhere beware! Us old farts still got it! 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