observation: i think to myself that i have allot to talk about but many times i come here just to look at the screen. my father who runs a blog, that i marvel at, and look at on occasion just to see what he's up too. he never ceases to amaze me in his ability to find stuff to wtite about or share with his readers.->( dads blog )<- i never knew that this man had this much depth or introspection, i always knew he was a good story teller and sometimes a reagular streeeeeeeetcher of the truth, his blog is so much more than that though hope you click link and take a look.
recycled: well i'm blogging at this moment but if you'll take a look there are holes oh well.
i do have lots to tell and allot of things that go on that I'd like to share but i seem to forget what they are as i start blogging. i am a story teller in my own right i guess it may be in the genes if that is possible.that is the reason i started this blog.
i can remember the very first time that i realized my dad was special and i truly mean that about being special. when i was 10 or 11 tears old, i remember being at the softball fields a place that my parents were deeply involved with ether coaching or umpiring. my dad was for some reason over on the little girls field, it was at night, my oldest sister i guess was playing a game on the field right next to it. he had a group of boys circled around him, some had sisters on the same team as mine i knew some of them some i did not. the sky was filled with stars and my father was pointing out some of the constellations to the boys. my dad really does know allot about that kinda stuff, but it was not the what he knew that amazed me it was how he flawlessly made up what he did not (poor confused kids) now i'm not totally sure all of what was made up or not, but i'm pretty sure that i knew when my dad was making stuff up. he was totally spellbinding he was deep into believing alot of what he was telling them much of which was very entertaining and quite humorous. the guys were hanging on to every word he said and every question they had was answered and mostly in answering these questions is when the make-believe began the other guys had their necks stretched upwards looking at the stars, i was looking at my dad thinking why is he lying to these guys. it took me many years to realize he was expanding there imagination not so much as lying to them but answering questions that the young can drive you crazy asking. i'm sure many of those boys asked many questions more about his answers, also they must of laughed like hell when they found out the truth, or some of them may have never sought the truth, satisfied by what my dad had told them. the boys were amazed at his incredible knowledge i was amazed by my dad that was the star i was looking at the most.
hope my blog can get as good, as i'v been prepared my whole life by the master of who-ha.
recycled: well i'm blogging at this moment but if you'll take a look there are holes oh well.
i do have lots to tell and allot of things that go on that I'd like to share but i seem to forget what they are as i start blogging. i am a story teller in my own right i guess it may be in the genes if that is possible.that is the reason i started this blog.
i can remember the very first time that i realized my dad was special and i truly mean that about being special. when i was 10 or 11 tears old, i remember being at the softball fields a place that my parents were deeply involved with ether coaching or umpiring. my dad was for some reason over on the little girls field, it was at night, my oldest sister i guess was playing a game on the field right next to it. he had a group of boys circled around him, some had sisters on the same team as mine i knew some of them some i did not. the sky was filled with stars and my father was pointing out some of the constellations to the boys. my dad really does know allot about that kinda stuff, but it was not the what he knew that amazed me it was how he flawlessly made up what he did not (poor confused kids) now i'm not totally sure all of what was made up or not, but i'm pretty sure that i knew when my dad was making stuff up. he was totally spellbinding he was deep into believing alot of what he was telling them much of which was very entertaining and quite humorous. the guys were hanging on to every word he said and every question they had was answered and mostly in answering these questions is when the make-believe began the other guys had their necks stretched upwards looking at the stars, i was looking at my dad thinking why is he lying to these guys. it took me many years to realize he was expanding there imagination not so much as lying to them but answering questions that the young can drive you crazy asking. i'm sure many of those boys asked many questions more about his answers, also they must of laughed like hell when they found out the truth, or some of them may have never sought the truth, satisfied by what my dad had told them. the boys were amazed at his incredible knowledge i was amazed by my dad that was the star i was looking at the most.
hope my blog can get as good, as i'v been prepared my whole life by the master of who-ha.
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