Look at that, a blog post…

A couple of months ago I was chatting with my oldest son about his IT/computer class. He was telling me about how much he enjoyed the course, and that he was getting a fantastic grade! All great news!

Then he told me that he was doing a Google search and my blog came up. His friends were all standing around, and up popped my header image of my wife in her wedding dress, flipping everyone the bird! He and his friends got a good chuckle out it. And so did I.

It got me thinking about my blog. It’s been a very long time since I’ve posted anything! And to be honest, my lack of posting here has bothered me. And I can’t really put a finger on why? Well, that’s not entirely true.  I think it is that I have/had expectations around my content. Why? It’s my site! I am “THE BOSS” so to speak. So why place any expectations at all on myself!?

It bothers me because I really enjoyed blogging over the years, but life has gotten in the way.

And by life, I just mean the busy life I live raising 4 boys, and trying to keep my marriage together. NO ONE prepared me for how hard it is to raise more kids than there are adults in the house! By the end of the day, I am usually completely spent from working, cleaning up the various messes they have made over the time I’ve been at work, putting them to bed; and at that point I try to weigh if I should go out for a night ride(to keep my sanity), hangout with my wife(to keep my marriage), or my older kids(to just hangout with no strings). It’s never perfect. It’s rarely perfect.

I’ve come to learn that I will never be everything for my family, my work, my friends, my wife, my blog. There would need to be 4 or 5 of me, and that would be a scary thing! No body wants that many of me…

What keeps you motivated to blog/write? Below are some bloggers giving some inspirational reasons they blog.

Hope to see you back here again soon.


Readers tell us why they blog.

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A blast from the past arose from the dead.

The other day my cousin emailed me to let me know someone was trying to get a hold of me. It happens very infrequently for me, as I don’t have very many skeletons in my closet, so to speak. My cousin’s first initial is the same as mine as well as his last name, so I guess this person did an online phone number search for me and came across my cousin.

The person said their name was Jamie(same as me) and to forward on the number if they had the wrong number.

The phone number was from Calgary. So back into my memory banks I went, thinking about anyone from my past named Jamie that lived in Calgary…I tried to think of those drunk nights from my 20’s when I may have wound up waking up next to someone, but I’m pretty sure I had all that in order, and never slept with a Jamie. I’m positive I would have remembered that!! lol. You ever sleep with a person who had the same name as you? You’d remember that, wouldn’t you?

I couldn’t think of anyone I knew named Jamie that would want to get in touch. I’ve been caught up on all my bills as well, so it couldn’t be a collection agent! haha. Curiosity killed the cat, and today I decided to make the phone call and see what Pandora’s Box I was about to open…

The person that answered the phone brought back someone from the dead for me!

Let me explain.

Around 3 years ago I wrote an article on this very site about Alcoholic’s Anonymous and that it may be a cult. I talked about my naive beginnings in Vancouver and the lessons I learned being exposed to a cocaine addict named Jim.

I must have part of the story wrong, because for the last 22 years I’ve thought Jim was dead. Apparently the Jamie wanting to get in touch with me was the one and only cocaine addicted, wired electrician guy Jim! And he is very much alive. I’m certain of it. I don’t talk to ghosts.

Jim’s alive!

I asked him why he was trying to get in touch with me? He started out thinking that he was looking for a woman named Jamie. Once we sorted out his foggy memories of his past, he remembered me. Mostly for my past love for the band Van Halen. Sad when people remember you for some band you were obsessed with, rather than saving the human race, or finding the cure for AIDS or something.

We chatted for a while, and Jim sounds like he has some vague memories of the people that were in his life during these difficult years. He told me that he had been sorting through around 60 boxes of stuff at his mom’s house and came across my name. He asked me about working for him. I told him that the final tally working for him, and him ‘borrowing’ money from me was that he owed me around $2000 back then.

He sounded a bit embarrassed about owing me the money and I told him it was water under the bridge. That the $2000 was good money spent on learning to say no, not to be too trusting with people you don’t know, and never to lend out money to addicts! Granted, I didn’t know he was one at the time he was borrowing the funds, but none the less I think I learned a lot from my short experience with him.

He told me that he would pay me back by taking me out for dinner the next time he’s on the island. Knowing what I know of him, and his ability to gravitate to people in his past, I politely declined, and told him that he owed me nothing and that I had to get back to my family.

Right after hanging up though, I came up with a brilliant idea!

You see, I actually know very little about Jim and his journey to 2012. It has been over 20 years. I’m curious about the life of Jim, especially since I thought for sure he was dead! I called him back, and said I knew how he could pay me back the money he owed me. I wanted to hear his story. The story that got him from the rehab centre in 1989/1990 to today. He said he would, I have cynical hopes he will come through.

I gave Jim my email address, and I can’t wait to read what he has to share!

Yes, I will post it on the site for you! I’ll keep it as anonymous as possible to protect his privacy, but knowing the stories he used to tell me, I can’t wait to see what he has to say and should make for an interesting blog post!

What inspires you? Let me tell you what inspires me…

Hiking Friends
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Well, yesterday was quite a busy day for the blog! Almost 2,000 hits and tons of comments and encouragement. Thanks!

I went for quite a mountain bike ride and felt quite inspired. But it also got me thinking about what inspires people? Is it one-act of bravery? Someone showing empathy in troubling times? An artist painting the perfect picture?

On Sunday afternoon, I took my 8-year-old and my 10-month-old for a hike up Mt. Doug in Victoria. I put my little guy in a MEC back carrier and we hiked up the ‘goat’ path to the top. It was quite a workout to say the least…We decided to walk down the road on the way back to the van. On the way, we bumped into a little 80-year-old lady walking/hiking up the road! I stopped her, and said, ‘wow, how often do you walk up to the top?’. She says, ‘oh, about 3 times a week.’  Most healthy adults would take about half an hour to walk from bottom to top, and her pace wasn’t nearly as fast. I usually feel inspired when I see how hard someone worked to get to an end result. But with this woman, it was the journey that was so inspiring.

My fiancee and her family lost a close family member this week. When I look at his life, he got the greatest enjoyment from helping and being there for others. He was always there for people.

But, it wasn’t always that way. He struggled like the rest of us to build burnt bridges, to heal wounds. His passion for life, his kids and grandkids, the love and caring he showed everyone, and his ability to accept his mistakes and move forward in new directions,  are a legacy for those that knew him. Cancer took him far too early.

What do my father-in-law and the 80-year-old lady have in common? Life. They represent the struggles we all face. Metaphorically climbing the mountain over and over again. Never giving up. Taking new paths. Silently demonstrating how to successfully journey through life. Giving others that spark to carry on…