We visited the Pierce College Harvest Festival Halloween morning, here’s a few videos of our adventures:
We visited the Pierce College Harvest Festival Halloween morning, here’s a few videos of our adventures:
In the last few days Bing and I have had a chance to spend some time alone together. He is a man after my own heart, he likes to stay local, to have a spot to go to, to be a “regular”. When we lived in North Hollywood he would get excited as we drove by Panera and tell me “That’s where we hang out.” It’s taken us a few months, but he has grown to enjoy Porto’s, albeit not as cozy a place to hang out, but we can sit at a small table along Magnolia, play I spy or name passing cars and have a potato ball or chocolate croissant (Bing’s favorite). The extremely popular Cuban bakery is about a 5 block walk/ bike ride from our apartment, and the journey there has become just as important as the chocolate covered pastries. We have a few different routes with different things to look at along the way… we gaze in store windows, admire cars in the midst of repair, look for local cats that we know, it’s always an adventure.
Early this weekend we were making the trek back home, Bing on his “big boy bike” and me on foot, when Bing quickly stopped. This is not unusual, Bing is a skid mark artist… Taking great pride in the black streaks he leaves on the pale gray concrete. But this stop was not inspired by the desire to leave a black rubber stripe on a Burbank walk way. He saw something that caught his eye. There on the sidewalk, perfectly preserved was the impression of a leaf in the concrete. A leaf that had fallen from a nearby tree an unknown number of years ago and landed in fresh, wet concrete, leaving an exact impression of itself. He was amazed by this, he got off his bike, touched it, examined it and even found near by leaves to compare to this image.
We continued home along our path, stopping to pet a local cat that we always see, making it home to move on to our next activity. Hours later, out of the blue Bing looked at me and said “Dad remember that leaf?” He was still thinking about it, after playing Wii and watching How To Train Your Dragon he was still thinking about that leaf . Now it has become a must see on our journey home, no matter what route we take to Porto’s we have to pass the leaf on the way home.
The kids were here a couple extra days this week because their Mom was traveling. It was so cool to have them here midweek, I got to take Lucy to school a couple times (Getting the chance to see her accept the “Good Deed” award at morning assembly .) This extended stay ended today, I dropped Lucy off at school and then Bing and I spent the day together, the plan being their Mom would pick Lucy up from school and come and get Bing… And this is how things went, except when they came to pick Bing up he and I were relaxing on the couch recovering from a Porto’s visit, so he wasn’t ready to be exchanged when the door bell rang. I needed to put his shoes on and gather his things. I opened the door and told my Ex that I would have him ready in a minute, Lucy burst in to get somethings she wanted to bring back. I invited my Ex into the entry way.
Lucy was excited about her Halloween costume and wanted to put it on and model it for her Mom, I sad no but that she was more than welcome to take it with her and wear it all night for her. Then she asked if she could show her Mom her room… I said no, not because I have anything to hide, but because this is my house and I didn’t want my Ex going on a tour. I have been put through much pain over the past three years, forced into horrible situations, struggled and slowly tried to rebuild life. My Ex made it abundantly apparent she wanted out of my life and I have left no room for her in my new life. Lucy kept pressing the issue, and my Ex did little to distract her… A simple we have to get back on the road before traffic gets bad would have worked. So I finally said yes, and away they went through my little apartment back to the kids room. It was fairly uneventful, Lucy showed her the room, her toys, the surviving fish. They came back out, we said our goodbyes and they were on their way.
I went for a walk after they left, I was really upset. I felt violated, I didn’t want her in my house… I knew that Lucy didn’t understand and it was harmless on her part, but I still was upset. I realized this is the rest of my life. Forced to spend time with someone I don’t want to, my life will constantly be invaded against my will. Never really being able to achieve a “new life.”
I walked across Burbank thinking about this, feeling down about the reality of the situation. Without really thinking about it I found myself on our Porto’s path home. I walked up on the concrete leaf shroud and I thought about Bing and how about much like my “violation” earlier that afternoon was stuck in my head, this leaf had been stuck in his. And I decided that Bing had it right, I’d rather think about how cool it is that a leaf had fallen into wet cement many years ago and we can still see it today. I can’t wait until we get to walk by it together again.
When you just don’t have anything to say… Or at least I don’t think it is!?!? Sorry I haven’t been posting regularly, I just haven’t had much going on to talk about. My days have been fairly boring as of late. Other than on the weekends when the kids are here, I really don’t do much. I have written about it before, But things have seemed kind of hopeless, I am lucky to be surviving and paying all the bills ( I know so many are not!). It just seems like there is little hope of advancement, of bettering the situation. Never before have I experienced the feeling professionally that there is no where to advance too.
I see the manifestation of recession rage into the tea party, intolerance and fringe elements gaining mainstream acceptance and it makes me even more disillusioned with the direction this country is headed. I know it is human nature to need someone to blame, but it seems that the American people have focused their energy on the wrong targets. We’re mad at Muslims, Mexicans, health care, homosexual marriage… I have seen no rallies, heard no outrage against the banks and mortgage lenders who’s profit over ethics lending practices lead to the housing bubble and it’s ultimate explosion. Even now Bank of America had to stall foreclosures… They screwed us buying our homes and how they’re screwing us taking them. I know many have spoke out against the TARP program, the problem is not only was the TARP program necessary to keep the economy from failing further, but it has on some fronts actually turned a profit and will ultimately only cost a fraction of originally projected… Again I see this as misguided, we are upset at the government for the bailout and not those who needed bailing out. I guess what I’m saying is that I want to see that hatred for Muslims trying to build a mosque in Temecula (over 2000 miles from Ground Zero), the anger over illegal immigration (even if our Republican candidate for Governor knowingly employed one for years, not to mention Lou Dobbs… Don’t take this as an endorsement of Jerry Brown he is a huge “whore” too), the disdain for health care reform with cries of socialism (Although no one is complaining about public schools or social security), directed towards those who actually got us where we are today. OK, that’s enough politics, I know it’s boring.
To totally shift directions. I have been thinking about something kind of strange in the past few weeks. Have you ever had a hallucination? I have had only had one in my life, it was in the hospital after my suicide attempt, as I laid in the emergency room, nurses and doctors working on me, I saw a baby lying next to me. I plead with them to help the baby, as they assured me there was no baby. I remember very few details of that night, but I remember that baby… I remember it as if it was real, I remember my concern and worry over it, how badly I wanted it to be cared for and comforted. I know it was not real, it was not there… But i remember it as real, it’s just strange. That baby could have been me, maybe I was seeing myself as helpless, in need of saving? It could have been my kids, who I felt were helpless victims of my failed relationship in need of saving? It could have just been the innocent projection caused by three bottles of prescription drugs? I may never figure it out, but I will always remember that baby as real.
Time for another transition, I guess I’ve been backing up a bunch of posts and now it is time to unload. Halloween and my kids birthday’s are right around the corner… And I’ve been slacking on both, which is weird because they are my three favorite events of the year. Halloween is all set for the kids, but I gave up on my “Baby” costume. The birthday’s have been stressful in trying to decide what kind of party would fit into my budget. The kids originally wanted to have the party at the miniature golf course, but that would mean limited guest list and we’d have to pick and choose who to invite. My sister is out of town, but we may use her house to have a bigger, less elaborate party so more friends can attend… All I know is I need to figure it out in the next few days because it’s less than 3 weeks away!
Work has been going really well, the show has found it’s groove and Ron has been rocking it. It was hard launching a show from scratch, but has been rewarding to see it mature into an entertaining, informative radio program.
I’m feeling equally as good about the pod, it has been a lot of fun lately. It has got to a point where it is less of a show and more of us having a daily conversation with an exclusive group of friends. Also, as different as we are, Stench is one of my dearest friends and I cherish my daily interaction with him.
Speaking of Stench, at his 40th birthday party a couple of years ago a psychic told me I would be re-married by 40… Well, I’m 40 in 3 months and there are no perspectives nor desire, so my disbelief in psychics lives on. Maybe I need Gary Spivey to make my crotch tingle and my demons disappear!?!?
Fumble! Finally, a good reason to go to Starbuck’s! Don’t forget to fill out your permission slip. This is crazy. Number 4 on 11/11/11? I guess you have to be aware to shoot them!?!? Here’s a back-up!
Rock on, jack
Here’s a classic video… Look how little Bing was!!!!
Had my first day of volunteering at Lucy's school helping with P.E. today... It was fun, and a great treat to get to see Lucy in the middle of the day!
I read an article on Hipsters yesterday... it explained the look and their outlook on things, how they desperately try to be individuals while all looking exactly the same (Not a slam on hipsters, it's true of all sub-groups... Goths, Punks, Mods, etc. all trying to be individuals yet looking exactly like each other... It's just kind of funny). It started me thinking about fashion and trends, (mainly because the article mentioned that Hipsters wear those Docksider boat shoes and I used to wear those in Jr. High) specifically when they end. I realized I can't remember any trend I have been involved in ending!?!? Example: In high schooled I "pegged" my jeans, tightly rolling the cuffs together. I know I did this in high school, but I can't remember when I stopped? There had to be a day that I awoke, put on my pants and no longer rolled them? Is his just me, can you remember the day you abandoned a fashion or trend? I just thought it was weird that I cannot remember a single instance when I gave up on a trend or fashion.
The Insana Quotient ( The show I work on) has been getting pretty good... It took us a few months to get comfortable working together and get a rhythm going, but it's been going very well. If you're into finance or politics you should check it out.
The kids are ready for Halloween! Although I've let myself down a little this year. I didn't find any really unique costumes, but the kids did pick out exactly what they wanted and are very happy with their choices... And that's all that really matters. If you have little kids these Tom Arma costumes are really cool!
I've been loving this hot weather, but I know it's not going to last. You can feel it, it's a fake heat... When I go for walks and cross into the shade or pass a covered parking structure you can feel the coolness, in the summer it's hot everywhere.
Stench and I need to plan the next pod outing ... We know it will be in Orange County for sure, it's just a matter of figuring out when we can do it.
Rock On, Jack
Bing and Lucy did a little flying at iFly at Universal City Walk. Bing was so excited when it was over, he kept saying “I was flying like a fairy!”
I miss the good old days of radio when it was “Rocktober” all month long!
Had Bing’s final eye doctor appointment yesterday, his eye is 100% healed… And the doctor add that it was an extremely painful injury and Bing took it like a man, calling him a “tough guy.” I was a little stressed about this one, it always sucks when your kids are sick or injured, but the eyes seem extra delicate.
Lucy has soccer game number two this weekend… And it’s supposed to be hot and humid again. Nothing like a field full of hot, tired, sweaty 6 year olds!
Stench returns from New York City this weekend… Just in time to celebrate his wife’s birthday and their anniversary. Happy B-Day FBG and Happy 8th (I think) Anniversary to them both.
I so slacked this week, although it was hotter than hell in my apartment (I only have a single wall unit for the whole place), so I didn’t bake the peanut butter/chocolate cookies I promised Bing… We’ll just have to make them together this weekend. Here’s the kids and I demonstrating how to make them about a year and a half ago, you just add chocolate chips to this recipe.
A doctor you don’t want to make house calls. This is why you don’t let your kids play in the car. Shocker. R.I.P. Alvila. Can you use paper towels to clean up this kind of spill? Homophobic baker. This is just wrong! She’s also a facial hair offender!
Have a great weekend!
Rock On, Jack