Wednesday, May 26, 2010

My name is John and Im a Gasoholic

I never realized it would get this far. Sure my first experience was fun, driving around in our new car was great. But I always went back to my bike, it kept me in great shape. Riding around until the evening without a care in the world. The air was fresh and my lungs breathed it in fully. Who knew what the future would hold. I guess the first time I was aware of its pull was when I reached 16. I was now able to drive on my own and I was acutely aware of how it made me feel. I was becoming a man, the chicks were going to love me. I would be able to take them places I could never have done before. My self esteem was soaring higher with each drive. Little did I know though, I was becoming an Addict and my addiction was Gasoline. Not only am I poisoning myself but I am making everyone else around me sick too. It is so subtle, most people I know would say Im fine and I dont have a problem. But the only word that comes to my mind when they say this is "Codependent". You see it seems were all in this together yet none of us are willing to look at our "little" problem. Sure the birds and water creatures may have an issue, but were ok, right? Our "save a tree" bumper stickers fill us with pride. Even our recycling makes us puff our chests out. But is anyone really willing to give up their car? I doubt it! Maybe its time for Step 1.

Step 1

We admitted we were powerless over GASOLINE- that our lives have become unmanageable.

Hi, My name is John and Im a Gasoholic.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I married a Model..............Really, I did! :)

Ok, I know, this is a pretty juvenile post. But I know most of us guys(at least the ones who are willing to admit it) remember bragging about one day marrying a model. Well as of last weekend it became a literal truth. My wife was walking in a local mall when after leaving a clothing store she was approached in the corridor by the manager. At first she wondered if she accidentally took some clothing without paying. It turns out the manager had an unusual request. They were having a fashion show that weekend and the woman wondered if my wife would be willing to partake in it as one of their clothing models. At first she felt a little shy, but being the trooper that she is she decided to give it a try. She did a fabulous job! Unfortunately I dont have pictures of the actual event, but I do have some taken from a professional photographer last May in the Dominican Republic.

So without further ado here's my Model Wifeee.

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Ultimate Feminist!

No burning the bra's. No complaining about equal rights. Widowed at 30yrs old, left to manage 3 kids, ages 20months, 4yrs, 7yrs. Returned to school and received a Masters Degree after 8yrs of sacrifice and dedication. The primary care giver and educator and financial provider. My MOMMY, the Ultimate Feminist.