Another Family

Last Summer I met my real father for the first time. Some of you might remember the blog entry titled "Ako Sa Mas". Well from there I would have thought that my father would have immediately told the rest of his family about me or even sooner when he found out about me ten years prior. But I guess that did not happen. He I guess then told his family this last few weeks ago during his fathers 90th birthday. I do not know how his father took it but it would seem that the rest of the family is in an up roar as to why they did not know sooner as well as they are all about wanting to know about me and why it took so long for them or me to know about it and where have I been all this time? Well I have been here and there and if you have kept track and watching this blog then you are fully aware that I have been all over and have lived with many different people. I have lived with people that had no ties to me what so ever from a biological standpoint. It almost makes me feel as thought my whole life as a "M" has been a lie and that I should have been a "L". (initials are for last names and are just initials to protect the innocent)

So again it brings me back to the Slovakian term of Ako Sa Mas? How is it? How is it that a person can go through life and not know where it is they come from or who is it that they are belonging to. I feel like this is some kind of day time TV talk show where all the world knows what's what but the person that is being brought on stage to be filled in. Clueless is more like it. I do not know what my life would have been like if I had had the opportunity to grow up with the guy that is my real father instead of living a life with a drug dealer, drug user, lier, womanizer, stealing bastard. But I do know what it was like to live with that person. I did learn what not to do in life the hard way and first hand. I can only credit that person for part of who I have become today. I credit the other parts to the women in his life that have taken me to their side and tried to protect me and nurture me as if I was their own son. They just like my new family that I have found love me unconditionally and without any question or prejudice. They all love me for exactly who I am I and just the way that I am.

I am very proud to say that I am glad and ashamed of the way and where I grew up. It is those experiences in life that have made me into who I am today. It is those experiences in life that have given me the strength and fortitude to be who I am.

ME!

Darth Vader Transformer and the little boy who loves it.

Well, I think that the title speaks for it self. For Christmas my son just kept talking about all he wanted for Christmas was the Darth Vader Transformer as well as a bunch of other ones that he saw in this kids toy magazine that came in the mail.

We got the magazine about two months before Christmas and all he would drool and obsess about every day when he got home from "School" was this transformer. The content barrage of "I want this one, and that one and that one and this one oh and I really want that one" was all we heard from him as he sat at the kitchen island while waiting for dinner.

So to help show in the excitement of the day here he is. (you will need quick time to play the video, if you do not have it then you can download it for free off of Apple's web site. ( http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/ )

Chritmas joy!

We were blessed with an early Christmas present this last year. She like our son was born just before a holiday. She was born on the 20th of December (just before Christmas) and our son was born on the 18th of April (just before Easter). So to show her off here she is all delivered to us in a box even.

Please welcome her to our family.

West Coast Roots Showing

So I have been lax in not posting in a long time and well there have been a lot of things going on in my life so forgive me. Items like getting a promotion at work, working even harder, how we went on vacation to Italy over the summer, having a little girl join our family. These are all very big things.

I recently went out to California again for business and my destination was the Sunny San Diego. I mean WOW! I thought that I really liked San Francisco. This place is so way cool. While there on work (and it only saddens me that it was a short visit and I wish that it could have been longer) I did not get to do much site seeing or a few hour excursion. It would have been nice to but again the trip was for business not pleasure. Oh well. Any way that place ( San Diego ) was wonderful. The people were nice, the hotel that I stayed at was nice (the Catamaran Resort), the weather was wonderful. As I was driving into the office the first morning there I stopped at the beach (from which I was not very far away from) to see the business men walk across the street from where they had parked to have their surf boards in hand to catch a few morning waves. I thought that was very cool. The whole time there I could also not stop from thinking that my brother in-law would love this place if it were not so expensive to live there.

As I was there the whole time I kept thinking to my self that WOW, this place is great. I do not know why I have not come back to California sooner. I feel as though my roots of that state were calling me back for some reason. I do not know how to explain it but deep down in my mind and soul, I was being called. To kind of steal from James Taylor and his song titled " In my mind I've gone to Carolina " well instead of Carolina, I've gone to California.


Until next time.