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More than a month has come and gone. Many good things have happened, and life has remained somewhat static. Work is fine, but I'm looking for a new position within the company I work at now. I want to get out of sales so bad and having a regular paying job with a decent salary is all I'm looking for right now. No biggie right? Right.

Life is stable, life is predictible. I work every day, play soccer twice a week and hockey on Fridays. The weekends are spent running errands, cleaning the house and basically catching up on everything I didn't get done during the week. I talk to my son about four or five times during the week and that's all good. He's coming up again over spring break in April and I'm looking forward to him coming up.

I'm happy right now. The soccer teams I play on value me as a player. I've found my scoring touch again and have gelled with the teams I'm playing on right now. Where's my old club? 1-5 and struggling in the comp league. My leaving the team has been nothing but positive for me, and they're still sucking ass like they always have. It's good to see this turned out well for me, and they're well, they still suck, which makes me feel good.

The big news? The mother of my son is pregnant. At first I didn't know how to take this news. It struck me at first, then I got pissed, then I talked with some people at work and my family and my opinon has changed. I think my feelings of never living up her haven't completely faded away yet. I always have this desire to show her I've succeeded without her, that my life is just fine without her, and I don't need her for anything. Its too bad since I've changed so much over the past 10 years and have found success in my career, success in the sports I play and some decent success financially. I always thought I would be ok not knowing she would another child without me. When she got married, I thought it was all but in the books it would happen. I forgot those feelings until I found out she was pregnant. I think its interesting she didn't have the courage to tell me herself. I had to find out from my son telling me over the phone in a very round about way. But thena gain, this has been her MO forever. I'm still trying to deal with this so maybe its better to move on.

The olympics are on, don't care too much. It is what it is. The snowboarding was awesome, the mogul skiing was cool, although the judging was pretty lame. The Vice president shot some guy and the press had a hissy fit, Iran is building nukes, Muslims drive me nuts - not just over the whole cartoon thing either, we're still in Iraq cleaning up and a whole host of other stuff.


That's all I got for right now. Sorry, no pics of the day.



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