WASTED DAYS AND WASTED NIGHTS

It has been the most wonderful 2 years of my life. I couldn't have asked for more. The best thing that has happen to me in my 45 years of my life is right now. The most memorable, was the the day that my daughter was born. I wept. It was the biggest miracle of my life. The most proud was when my son was born. But, the most happiest and fullfilling has been the last couple of years. I have, what most men, and women desire, the complete family. I have two daughters that fight over me and two sons that look up to me. They have not one single ounce of my genes, but they have everything of me of who I am. Each one of them is just like me in many ways. The eldest is sensitive like me, the next one is a nerd just like me, the third is active, adventureous and hyper like me, and the fourth is affectionate and loveable. All four of them are so much like me that I forget that they are not mine. I love them individually and differently because they are different and unique. I love my daughter and so proud of her. I wish I had the courage and strength that she has, she's my hero and I admirer her. If she was a god, I would bow down to her. She is the Princess of my Passion. She accomplishes everything I could only desire and hope for. She's my idol. My son, well, he's my hope and inspiration to continue, and to live. He's my future. But, for now and for the present future, I have four beautiful and wonderful children that make me proud that I am alive. I could only hope that I can be the best example and the best father, daddy and papi I can be for them. The ingredient is that I love their mother very much, and that she loves me unconditionally. The days that I have wasted was on the days that I spent doing things for myself. Now, all I want to do is spend time with these four, and I don't have enough time to do it. My time is running short, I pray that I live another 45 to give the best I can give to these four lovely persons. They deserve to be loved and desire to be loved. (That's all I've ever wanted.) And that's what I've been receiving for the last two years. No more wasted days and wasted nights for me. I seize the moment and take advantage of the time that I have, because you never know when the day comes that you are no longer here on this Earth. Don't take things, especially people for granted, life is too short to be bothered with insignificant issues. Live, Love and Love to Live.

S...T...M...

Suffering from STM has been a problem for me for a loooong time, I think. I just can't remember when I found out that I have......STM. My parents just thought I had selective memory. Later,........as I got older, my friends and family said I had ADD or ADHD or one of them attention disorders,..........I don't remember. I just know that I always have to keep my things...................or personal belongings in a designated place, so I can remember or keep track of where I place them. When it comes to things that happened to me yeeeeeeeears ago, I remember them as if they happened to me yesterday, but, when it comes to things I did this.... morning....what?....oh, yeah, I was writing about Short Term Mem.....
Anyways, I have great memory of my long FORGOTTEN past, but, I have already forgotten about the things that should have NEVER happened....

HEAT IN THE KITCHEN

I slept great last night. After such an adventure at the beach, I slept wonderfully. I dreamt about people I had never met, but they seemed a bit familiar to me. A nice mug of java in bed always does the trick to arouse me to face the day. It was a busy day at that. Going from place to place. It seems there's never enough time to do everything that needs to be done. I ended up not going to work again. Going to the job just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I sometimes just want to be a lazy bum and lay around at home all day. But, that's not easy for me because I suffer from OCD. Actually, the trials and tribulations that I have endured in life have calm me down an extreme. As I said, I stayed home, well actually, I was running around taking care of things. When I finally got home, I expected the house to be clean. To my expectations, it wasn't. My lady, the CSI agent and I left the house to make a few errands leaving behind the Drama Mama and the Artist at home. The Chef was left behind with the choice of staying with his older sister and clean the house, or to go with his aunt and G-Mom. Grandma it is. As expected, dirty dishes in the sink, on the kitchen table and on the desk, which has been off-limits to everyone except Mommy. As we returned from our hectic evening running around all over town, we are greeted with scouls and grimaces, for leaving behind the Drama Mama, her son (actually her little brother) the Artist, and the Chef. "That's messed up!" rebukes the D-Mama as we enter the front door. "You guys went to Starbucks!" CSI replies, "Did you clean the house?" It is pretty challenging to run a house with four,.... five,....six different personalities. Everyone of us is unique and very different from each other, but yet very much the same, at different degrees. The Lady is the most patient. She should have been a doctor. Me, I'm the DA and the Public defender and sometimes the PO. The Judge, that's the Lady's title. The Drama Mama is the oldest and the most immature of the tribe. The Investigator is only 9, but thinks like a teenager. Scary. She has reason and common sense. Actually, she thinks better than most teenagers and some adults. The Artist, is encentric and adventurous. No tree to high to climb, no dirt too dirty. The sky's the limit for him. The Chef, well, he just loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Especially, in Grandma's cocina. The kitchen is the place we spend a lot of time in. Our ideal home would be ONE BIG KITCHEN and ONE BIG BEDROOM, with ONE BIG TELEVISION. We would all be in heaven. The problem is that no one wants to clean the kitchen or make the beds, but everyone wants to EAT and WATCH T.V. Me, I just wanna eat, sleep and DREAM. Gooood niiiight...zzzz....zzzz....zzzz.

LOST IN THE FOG

This evening started well, as we enjoyed a pleasant dinner at Coco's for the very first time with my lady and my adopted children. It was an experience as well as entertaining. We were all very much satisfied and full. Now, we needed to walk some of it off. Off to the beach! It's been three weekends that we have gone to the beach late in the evening. We did not even spend a single day at the beach this past summer, yet, here we are playing in the sand at the beach while it is deeply foggy you can hardly see the boats offshore. The kids are enjoying it. This was one of those moments that I forget that I'm over the hill and can't do the things I use to do. I ran up the hill of sand and almost had a heart attack, then came a more foolish thing to do, run down the hill. Crash and sand blast! Yet, that wasn't the worst, I lost my wallet. But, for some strange thing, I didn't get angry or upset or have a cow. I just laughed and told myself outloud, "That's what I get for acting like a kid." You should have been there, all six of us, in the night, in the fog, at the beach looking for my BLACK wallet. We found all sorts of things, except for the wallet. As we were leaving, our little CSI agent decided to take one more play by play were the crime (my ass falling) took place, there she pulled out the wallet from within the sand. I couldn't believe it. It was the best time I've had at the beach in a long time.