In the Beginning (there always has to be a beginning)

It has been suggested by a few folks that follow me on Facebook that I should begin a blog containing some of my life adventures, ideas, opinions, and humour. This blog is just that; a central location for me to keep all my opinions and such.

I can tell you that I have many interests, some of which are thought of as being noncontroversial such as genealogy, but even genealogy can be very controversial. I am also a practicing Pagan, which pisses off the Christian fundamentalists, a far right wing Constitutionalist, which pisses off most Pagans, a gun owner and concealed and open carry supporter, which pisses off most liberals and gun control advocates, and have many, many other opinions that generally piss off everybody else not mentioned above.

Hence the name of my blog, Now You Can Hate Me.

Before I begin pissing folks off, I do want you to know that I am very thankful for my life and the many blessings in it.

I have a most wonderful bride of 16 years who drives me absolutely bat shit crazy, but I would not have it any other way. I have three beautiful and talented children ages 26, 22, and 15 months (yeah, he was a surprise) who I wish I could spend more time with, and I have many friends who are crazy as hell, drive me even more nuts than my Lovely Bride, but again, I would not have it any other way. I also have three beautiful nieces and two handsome nephews that I think the world of, and again, wish I could spend more time with.

I am humbled by my Lovely Bride. She continues to love me and support me even though I have really weird ideas and projects. When I say a project will take about 30 minutes to complete she reminds me of my lack of understanding about time and sets the project completion time to 14 hours. She stays at home during the day to raise our younger son and still works three part-time jobs. She cleans the house, cooks dinner for when I finally decide to arrive home in the evening, and is a wonderful mother and aunt. She is sexy as hell (hence the 15 month old, as if you really needed to know that), smart, funny, very caring, and the proverbial mother to everyone around her.

My daughter, Brandi, continues to amaze me. She has grown into a beautiful young woman with tattoos, piercings, and electric blue hair. She overcame her mother’s death in 2011 to complete veterinary tech school and to find a job in a field that she loves, even though she may bitch about it a lot. She is intelligent, independent with some codependent leanings, quick-witted, and very caring and loving. Unfortunately she has polar opposite world and political views as myself, but we all have to learn from our mistakes.

My elder son, David, has given me more pride than a father is allowed to have. As a younger child he was a little shit, but he has grown to be a most amazing young man. In a matter of only three months in 2011 he graduated high school, faced his mother’s death, joined the army, seriously injured himself in basic training, and still returned to finish basic and to serve in Afghanistan.

He was honourably discharged this year, saying he did not want to sign another contract because the army has changed so much since he has joined, that it was not worth it.

David is currently looking for a good job in satellite communications (if anyone knows of a position somewhere), but I am so very proud of him for doing his duty and serving his country.

Finally, there is my younger son. Owen. Owen was a complete surprise to both his mother and myself. My Lovely Bride was told she could not have children, but two decades later she finds herself with child.

Owen was named after his great, great grandfather, Commander Owen Paul Thomas. Commander Thomas was from a good Welsh family in Virginia, apparently spoke only Welsh when he joined the Coast Guard, and retired after a long career. Because of his namesake, and my proud Welsh heritage, I have been speaking Welsh at times to Owen so he can also learn the language of his forefathers.

My elder two children chose to learn German in the stead of Welsh because they thought their mother’s family was from Germany. Sorry kids, I still have not found a German connection anywhere in the family.

Owen has given me the opportunity I wish I had taken with my elder two children; I get to spend time with him daily and watch him grow and experience the world with a fresh innocence. With my elder two I was so busy working and advancing my career that I did not spend as much time with them as I would have liked, I have felt so bad about that for many, many years, but that regret is keeping me on task with the newer child.

So between my job, my side job, my Lovely Bride, my children, and my friends, I don’t have much free time. I hope to take a few minutes a couple of times a week to bog, but no promises can be made since, after all, to me a 30 minute job actually takes 14 hours.