Thursday, February 19, 2009

I was a little busy...

Again, I have been gone for a while. I just came back today and realized that I am a horrible blogger. First I tried a shit load of logins and passwords to get here. Then I just looked around at this space that I haven't seen for a while. That's when I saw it. The blog I did on December 17th, 2008.

I was just going to try and get this blog thing going that night. I had decided that I could do it. I was going to get it done.

I remember that night. The kids were in bed. My wife was asleep also. And I was about to get my troubled nephew to come live with me so I could help him straighten out his life. I was feeling good. My life was headed in a good direction. Remember in "Jerry McGuire" when Tom Cruise is driving down the highway after the "handshake" with Cush's dad and he was singing "Free Fallin". That's how I felt that night. I was going to get it done.

I wrote that little blog feeling good inside. Ready to let the blogging world take me. Then I received a phone call. My dad was being taken to the hospital. He was experiencing a ton of pain in his lower back. I didn't think much of it. After all he has survived a minor stroke the week before with flying colors. They went over his whole body....... right? What could be wrong? What could happen? Just take him there to be safe. I met them at the hospital ER. They had a forty five minute ride. I live only ten minutes away.

I helped dad out of the van and into a wheelchair. I pushed him inside as he joked with all the staff. Dad died twenty eight and one half hours after stepping out of that van. Because of the stroke, they put him on some strong thinners to get rid of another clot. Something happened, and he started to bleed internally. They couldn't stop it. There was nothing they could do. It was very sad. I was very angry.

He had gone in late on the 17th and passed early on the 19th of December.

After a wonderful wake done by my Aunt Barbara's funeral home, we buried dad two days before Christmas.

The day that my dad passed, my sixteen year old nephew came to live with me. HOLY CRAP!! At first it was wonderful. But it didn't take long for him to re-start his shit. I fought a valiant battle. I didn't take his crap or let him get away with shit! (Lot's of fecal matter in this part of the story) The harder he pushed, the harder I pushed back. Right up until he ran away. Then I was done. It took us eight days to find him. I found him in a house and turned him over to the police. He fought the cops then ran right out of the station!! They caught him again nine hours later. Sent him to the Juvenile Detention Center. Two days later they released him to me. I drove him four hundred miles back to where he came from. Little ungrateful shit. (To anyone that may judge me, I could fill up 20 pages with the details from only 5 weeks. I have little children in my house.)

So now, I am recovering from the worst time in my life so far. I hope it will have been the worst in my lifetime. Thing are getting back in order. And I am getting back to being "Happy Steve". Hence, re-starting the blog.

Thanks to all for letting me get that off my chest, I really needed it. I don't want my blog to be a somber place. But sometimes shit happens, and we all need to talk about it. I am going to get it done.


Anonymous said...

Good for you Steve! I'm here via "June's blog". I've heard a lot about you, here's hoping to hearing more!

Kayla K said...

Welcome to the blogosphere Steve! I'm also here via June's blog and look forward to reading more. Don't worry about the topic, just blog about life, it's usually pretty damn entertaining. :)

My sympathies on your dad's passing and the whole debacle with the fecal-matter kid. I hope life returns to normal for you soon!

powdergirl said...

here from the six-pack,
Sincere sympathy for your loss.

Good for you for trying with your nephew.

somedays you get chicken, some days you just get feathers.

june cleaver said...

"Some days you get chicken, some days you just get feathers."

That is the best quote I have ever heard. I am writing it down... where is my pencil.

I may just make t-shirts!

Powdergirl... I think I have said this before, but you are so wise.

Anonymous said...

I love that saying...I also like - "Sometimes your the windshield and sometimes your the bug"

Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging Cousin Steve.

Anonymous said...

How about:
"Sometimes you are the bird and sometimes you are the statue."

Aunt Barbara

Anonymous said...

amazing stuff thanx :)