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Connecticut Dreamin’

     I have always wanted to move to Connecticut. For as long as I can remember, the east coast, eastern states look and feel and thought has always been very appealing to me.

     I have never been there, though. I have never been to somewhere that I would love to move to. I have this idea in my head about how Connecticut looks, how it feels, the weather, the people, the lifestyle, the communities. It seems so attractive to this Mid-Western boy, that I have even went as far as gathered information on housing, and jobs. But that was over ten years ago.

     I have seen movies, television shows, news and I have seen pictures on the internet and throughout my life of Connecticut, that have me wanting to move there. I believe everyone has their place they want to live, where they think they belong, and I know mine is Connecticut.

    Ten years ago, when I had seriously looked into moving there, I had decided that it just would not work out. I was established, here in Michigan, with my family, friends, and job. But maybe one day, when my bank account is stuffed, when my kids are grown, and when my wife and I start to hit the twilight of our lives, I may travel over there to see and feel, and realize that my Connecticut dream would be nothing but that, a dream.


Baby-Making With An IUI

     My wife and I are on a mission to make a baby. I have written, in this blog, all about our experiences during our journey to make a baby. We have had close calls, we had our hopes fade, and we have had disappointments. But then we would try again the following month, repeating this cycle.

     I am going to sum up the journey so far, and to get myself acquainted with what I have written, and not written, to this point.

     Fifteen months ago, I had a vasectomy reversal. It was a good decision because it gave my wife and I the chance to make a baby. We had decided to try right before we got married a year earlier. We were excited and willing to “do the do” on time, every month, like clockwork.

     So I got reversed, and a month later the trying began. Every month, according to my wife’s clock and her calendar and her “piss sticks” and most of all, her say-so, we tried.  It was fun for the first couple months. Then frustration set in. Then it became work. Never had I thought that having sex would be work and I would feel pressured.

     Along the way, I had taken in 3 sperm samples to see what my army of baby-makers were up to. I found out they were there. Plenty of them. Some 20 million of them. But they were slow, almost inactive, but they were there. And that’s what mattered because we were able to keep trying.

     Several months went by and my wife and I got to the point where we weren’t watching the calendar anymore. We were doing the deed when we wanted. We tried to take the pressure off. This didn’t work either.

     We talked to a urologist and got advise on what to try to do to help. This is where he hit us with trying IUI, intrauterine insemination. This is a procedure where, after I produce sperm sample, they take it out, and put it in my wife’s uterus.

     My wife was instructed to pay attention to her ovulation times of the month. She bought a First Response pregnancy kit, where she has to urinate on one and it tells her of her hormonal levels, also known as her LH surge. When it peaks, we are to come into the clinic the following day and they will perform the IUI.

     When her levels are high, she has an egg in her uterus. When the IUI is performed, sperm is shot into the uterus. This procedure, in real easy terms, is putting the boy in the same room as the girl without having him have to walk through the front door, walk down a hallway and enter her room. This procedure skips the journey and puts the boy in the same room immediately.

     This procedure was performed a week and a half ago. We are waiting to see if this works. I hope it does. My beautiful wife hopes it does, too. I know my sperm are slow and lazy. I refer to them as a bunch of fat, lazy kids playing video games while eating licorice. I hope that with them being put in the uterus with her egg will motivate them to move their asses and hook up and get my wife pregnant.

     I hope to have news in the next week or so. Until then, I will treat my wife as if she is “with child” by not letting her do any strenuous chores, although the doctor told her to go about living life the same as usual. But until we know, we will wait.

Look Who’s Back!

After being gone for a very long time, I have got up off my ass and decided to put a new post on my blog!

I have been busy with this and that and staying away for far too long. I read other people’s posts in the past who said they were gone for long periods of time and I thought to myself  “how can you not post daily? This is addicting!” and now I know why.  Let me give a few examples of what has had my attention.

First of all I got addicted to friggin’ Twitter! Damn that site! It got to the point I was on daily checking out what was being said by the people I was following. I held conversations with them and I even went way overboard with my own “Tweets” and I got to say, that was a lot of fun. But that ended.

Second, I got off Twitter and onto Facebook! Holy crap! Let me just say that it was, and still is, an awesome site! I am still hooked on it, and I still go to it several times a day. It’s a lot like Twitter, except the people you follow and have follow you KNOW EACH OTHER unlike Twitter where it’s full of strangers and celebrities who don’t really give a crap about you.

Facebook has reconnected me to people I had long forgot about. I got on that site through a friend I Googled. I went to grade school with him and when I found him, he talked me into getting on FB. So I did. And it went from there.

Unfortunately a lot of old friends are not on there, but enough are and it made for some great conversations and reminiscing. I am having a ball on that site.

Thirdly I am busy with life. Whether I am running around with my kids, hanging with my wife, or working, running, or watching sports on TV. It has kept my time and my attention.

I am attempting to get back here on good ol’ WordPress and tell stories of experiences and complain about other things as well, because, Baby, I am just about warmed up. So heads up!!

Third-Hand Smoke?

     We all know about first-hand smoke. This is the obvious one, where the person with the cigarette in their hand puts it onto their lips and inhales it deep into the lungs, holds it there for a second or four, then exhales, leaving the smoker feeling a bit of a relaxing, calming buzz.

     Then then there is the second-hand smoke. This is where a non-smoker is in the presence of a smoker. The smoker exhales and blows out smoke into the air, along with the burning cigarette. Air in which the non-smoker inhales.

     Then there is third-hand smoke.

     Third-hand smoke is where the smoke from a cigarette and out of a smoker’s lungs is absorbed into the area where the smoking occurs. It is absorbed into the carpet or upholstery of a car.

     It is absorbed in the carpet or furniture of a living room.

     It is even absorbed into the skin, clothes, and hair of the smoker, and even non-smoker, if they so happen to be in a smoke-filled environment.

     The point I am trying to make is that us parents can be neive when we think that going outside for a puff to hide it from our kids really isn’t hiding jack shit!

     We can come back indoors and when our kids come sit on our laprs or come give us a hug, they are inhaling the third-hand smoke.

     Third-hand smoke consists of all the lovely ingredients contained in cigarettes such as nicotine, lead, ammonia, arsenic and all kinds of other fun things we think we are hiding from our kids, but actually they are ingesting anyway.

     Smoking in your car?

     Those seats you put your babies and other children in, are filled with these toxins from the smoke off cigarettes.

     Just because you think you are hiding the fact you smoke from your kids and think they can’t see you doesn’t mean ass! They are still ingesting it into their lungs and little bodies.

     I am not preaching, I am just trying to get the word out on something I just found out today.

With Nothing Rises Something

     Have you ever got to the point when you sit down to write a new post, that you have nothing new to say?

     I have been straining all day, trying to put something out on here, but have come up with nothing. But I think that with nothing, rises something.

     Why are there so many perverts out there searching sex, porn and other various things of this nature? My search box is loaded with these kinds of searches.

     Work is going to suck total ass starting tomorrow. Why? Because tomorrow is the beginning of 5 day work weeks for the next few months without any free vacations. I believe Good Friday is the next given vacation day. Anything else has to be spent on our own.

     Today was a good day as far as being lazy. It’s Sunday, there was rain and ice and all kinds of nastiness outside, so why go or do anything? Football is on, and relaxation is in order!

     I feel settled into my life right now, more than I think I ever have in my life. I know what I want, I know what I have, and I don’t feel any pressure from anyone or anything. Things are the way I have been wanting them to be for years. I really can’t explain it, but as far as a “perfect life” goes, I feel I am pretty damn close, and I believe my wife feels the same.

     Kids grow up so fast. I was looking at my 15 year old this weekend and I was thinking how much older and mature looking she is getting. I was also looking at her and I can still see the little girl in her too. It’s weird to be a father and watch your kids grow up and older. Again, it’s hard to put into words. It’s just truly remarkable.

     Well it looks like maybe I did have something to say.


Have You Ever…

     …wondered what it would be like to life the life of someone you just watched in a movie? What you would do next, if you would do the same things they did.

     …wondered what it would be like to celebrate Christmas in an environment different than the one you are used to? Maybe in a house of the opposite size. Maybe in warm weather if you live where it’s cold and snowy.

     …wondered what you would do if you won the lottery? Would you make yourself be responsible first and always or just piss it all away and be regretful?

     …wondered that if at all possible you could travel in a time machine, just how far back you would go?

     …worried about how your future will turn out with the present economy?

     …worried about your job and what the hell you would do if something happened to it?

     …thought about cutting back on your lifestyle as a cautious move just in case something did happen to your job where you could make it until a new job came around?

     …worried about your kids when they get older and get into the workforce?

     …worry about your kids’ financial position when you get old and are bedridden?

     …want to make sure you have all your loved ones at your side when you are on your deathbed?

     …wondered to yourself if you lived life to the fullest, mainly making your kids happy and teaching them enough to get by in life so when you do die, you can be relaxed enough to know that they will be okay?

My Story…Part 63

     I eventually moved in with my girlfriend. We had made things work so well that it just felt right. We tested the waters a lot of times, mainly one week over Easter break in 2006.

     She had stayed at my house the entire week. We went to work, and hung out at the house. She stayed the entire week, sleeping, showering, eating. What I am trying to say is she never went back to her place.

     It was a fun week. We really didn’t know what to expect. But it worked. It seemed to always work from then on, too.

     We moved into an apartment a month after my divorce. Our kids all got along, which made this whole arrangement the easier, and proved that this was a good thing.

     On the other hand, my girlfriend and I kept getting threatening calls and emails, and texts from the beast. She didn’t like the fact we were together and she was trying everything to get us to break.

     We didn’t.

     She even had her boyfriend try to get to us, which we thought was a joke. He was always quick to flick me the finger, or talk some kind of shit through the phone.

     My response to him, who was about 6 years younger than beast, was to go do another line, or shoot up in another vein, or do another shot.

     It was always the way my girlfriend and I could defend ourselves after getting harassed to the point where we shot insults back.

     After living with my girlfriend for about 6 months, we got engaged and within 2 weeks got married at a courthouse. We did it as a secret.

     We did not tell anyone. Friends, family, co-workers, nobody knew. They all knew we were engaged and had planned a summer wedding, but had no clue we were thinking of sneaking off and getting married like we did.

     It took about a week and a half before my wife had spilled the beans on accident to her mother. Thankfully her mom was very happy, surprised, but happy for us.

     Everyone else we told were surprised, also. They all liked my wife, and had thought she was a good woman for me. They all said that I needed a good wife, who had respect, and was fun and loving, and that I had finally found her.

     They also told me not to fuck this marriage up. Along with them, I knew how good of a thing I had going.

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