So Where Do I Start?

At the time of this Post, I am 33 years old. I have two boys, Vision who is 11 years old on April 8th, and Cayman who turned two in December. I have had but one employer since the age of 18, The States Postal Service. I recently completed my first year as Postmaster of the Barstow Post Office. I am two years into my second marriage, to a 23 year old Rural Route Carrier and Former College Soccer Player. YOOOOWWW! We bought a home some 6 months ago and she has been getting involved with the Postal Management System. While I await the start to another little league season for Vision as well as what looks to be a big year for Jeter and the Yanks.
The First Mrs. left me after nearly four years of marriage, taking our two year old son with her
aiding to one of my darker downward spirals. It wasn't however, the first brush with disappointment, depression, failure or rebellion and it would be far from the last of such episodes. Having your High School Girlfriend Dump you the Monday prior to Prom can be
rough on a 17yr old. Finding out a teammate on the JV basketball team was sleeping with her really sends a geeky 130 pound Richie Cunningham into hiding. That gets followed up with the sophomore cheerleader prom date. A last minute deal through a mutual friend resulting in a
second opportunity to confirm my attraction for selfish, attention seeking women with little to no morals. She'd play me for a month or two using me to get close with the popular seniors, working her way up the social ladder. Guys I was beginning to not just provide the answers to on tests in Psychology, but also spend Friday evenings with sharing Mickey's, Strawberry Hill, and a new sound that seemed to speak to all who's ears it reached. It was something I could relate to, scratchy voiced guys in flannels singing of troubles, of abuse and of neglect. No lipstick, big hair or half naked girls dancing around, this was simply music that made you notice your own problems and insecurities.
It began as the Seattle Sound with Kurt Cobain and Nirvana Leading the way out of the Emerald City, the sound quickly went global as bands like Alice in Chains, Soundgarden and of course Mother Love Bone emerged with stories of their own. Mother Love Bone you may ask? Yes, a very important piece in this Gen Xers evolution. Mother Love Bone would lose their lead singer to a drug overdose sometime in 89 or 90. Now out of this tragedy emerged the one definitive and legal thing to alter the course of my life. The surviving band members would soon
hookup with a surfer living in San Diego who put words down to their tunes. The surfer was Eddie Vedder and not long after, guys like me were tossing their Bel Biv Devoe, Mint Condition and Tony Toni Tone tapes for TEN, the first and greatest of Pearl Jams albums.

We'll pick up again tomorrow as graduation for a 4.o GPA Second Baseman quickly approached. I'll share Senior Awards Night, Graduation and the tough months that followed. This evening I've shared with you a couple lead ins to additional pages you can soon reach from the Blogg'd Life home. Take a second and check out the blogs linked at the top. A couple link to those up and running, the others will come online shortly
Blogs inspired by my new found enjoyment for my career, a blog to document my oldest boys little league season, one paying tribute to Pearl Jam and of course the blog dedicated to following the greatest sports franchise in the world, My Yankee Blog.... Before I forget, (which Erica would never believe), take a minute and stop by our newest blog page with the "Erica Page" link or click on THE ONE above the title. Visit a blog dedicated to reminding my wife of my love for her, reminding me to show that love and educating others how to keep the relationship strong, avoid outside opinions and remain loyal.
Stop by Erica' s Love for everything relationships will face you with, along with the keys essential for holding on through the tough lonely times.

See you soon, keep your head up,
the person you'll owe your life to could be right in front of you.