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I decided last week to visit my kids and grandkids in California last week.

I took Amtrak and then the Metro Line and landed in Ontario. CA where my son lives. His beautiful wife and the G-kids greeted me so wonderfully I was pushed to extreme happiness because of this love!

Needless to say, his dog just couldn't get enough of me nor the cat. These 2 pets are the best. When I woke up after overnight they were with me in my bed. All snuggled up like 3 pupa's in a cocoon!!

I got re-acquainted with my new G-son, Gabe. He knew I was a stranger and he looked me over for awhile. But in a short time we were pals. His older brother, Leo, was all over me too. They also love their Mom and Dad to the max. When one of them leaves the house to go shopping you should see the excitement in the kids eyes when they walk through the door. Heck the dog and the cat too. Leo and the pets run to the Mom or Dad and Gabe crawls to them as fast as he can.

I know I have mentioned this before but my siblings were a pain in the neck. But God rewarded me with a great family. And my son is just 1/3 of it.

During the week I went to stay with my sisters. They are getting very old now and are not really able to take care of themselves properly. I have offered to live with them, and even pay rent, but they refuse my help. I can't figure my siblings out. But simply put they have never been loving towards me. I have long ago accepted this but I know they need to be watched. But because of their attitude towards me it's not as carefully as it should be. Yes, they are obstinate!

The week also meant a visit with my niece, Cecelia. She is a darling and a real delight. She has the manners and attitude of a saint. We spent the day together and we also went for our favorite pasttime meal. A cheeseburger together. She has never been accepted by my siblings because she in not a blood relative. She was adopted by my late brother, a man she proudly called and loved as her Dad!

The weekend was then spent with my daughter and pal, Carly. She is the twin sister of my son and we have a great relationship. Quite simply, we love to hang. She drove me back to Arizona and we spent the weekend at the Casino where I work. She "fell in love" with the guitar player then she left to go home.

I am so proud of my family. They have all done well and they deserve everything they have.

Yes, I love my family very much!

Does anyone know what happen to Robert? Is he going to return? I think he has yet to post the final chapter of his Indiana Jones (CS version) story.


....not to mention his sense of humor is missed.

I have noticed that for the most part...CS turns into a serious fest without him....well, at least for me.

But...

Maybe he found the love of his life and is no longer needs to be here.

So all of these things is what relation with marriage? Yes,definitely.It is very simple that no matter who you are and where you are from,if a person has a evil heart and never know reflect on self,whatever who married with and where married with,he also will not get happiness.Like many women married with foreigners but later also divorced.Why?The evil survive all the time whatever she married with who and where she goes to,her evil follow her all the time too.A marriage for money,also the happiness will also lost cause of evil and benefit.Because here almost most of people chase for money and benefit even sacrifice others's authority and life,they are willing to do that.But family is not a game of benefit and evil.Everyone has excellence and faults.But the choice is decided by self.Or some people went out of here,like the news of Italy some days ago,they protested the police of there ,but they didn't dare to resist the evil and garbage action of here.It is not right and also so disgusting.But many foolish people who they are slaves of here say that they love China Country.That is So Ridiculous!Why?They didn't dare to resist evil but dare to resist the police of free and respected country!Surely it doesn't mean that freedom is ready for rogue's free?
What i said that is not saying anything to anyone and anywhere.Just it is for right,true or false.Happy familys are all alike,but unhappy are fill with all kinds of unhappiness,because like god and evil,happiness always fill with all kinds of active mind and soul like god,but evil also fill with all kinds of bad things like evil.
For me,serious marriage is not only for love and emotion,but also the most important is for religion,heart,mind and soul.
Like the bible says the third kingdom Solomon of Israel who was the most clever and richest in history,he prayed for god just for wisdom,it can make him judge people with fair and righteous.What is wisdom, but not clever?Wisdom is the soul &mind of righteousness and integrity in right things and direction.Soul and mind is the real life.So there has a word "A dead-alive person".So i understand very much like the TED Talks said:Embrace the near win and success is a continuous journey.Also like marriage and countries:No one is perfect,but we can continue to make more progress all the time.So reflection and feeback is pivotal.We can be better and better more and more until we be perfect in ends of life.
My English is not good,but i am learning and making more progress step by step everyday.
Thank you so much.I am very happy and be gateful internet for i can get more happiness and hope.This world belongs to god and there has more sunny and active people.

Has anyone seen or talked to the Catman?

When I was 23 I had reached the point where I was staring down in the abyss, and I saw that what I was becoming was my dad.
( !!! ).
I was given a book to read by a "friend", (Not that I Understood the concept of friendship at the time). That book helped me find the right road, (If indeed there is such a thing).
The book was called, " Adult Children Of Alcoholics and Other Dysfunctional Family's - by Janet G. Woititz ", and it was all about me.
It described in detail the behavior of my family and myself, the roles we took on or were given, and more importantly how to make the change to a healthier way of life .
Looking back I honestly think it was then that I finally realised I was not alone,( There are a lot of people out there who've been f*cked over by their own nearest and dearest), and there no such thing as "Normal" behavior.

To cut a long story just a bit short I Changed, (As stated elsewhere "An Easy thing to say But a hard Thing to do").
I no longer have any regrets about my past, no "what if's" or "maybe's" haunt me, ( "What if's" and "Maybe's "Could teach ghosts about haunting)
I have learnt a few true lesson in life, on how to cope when shit happens.
These are:
it's nothing personal.
Do your best to deal with the repercussions
Try to put it behind you as best you can
Move on with your life
and It's not your fault.

At age 25 I came down to Plymouth for aweekend to see a friend, here I met the lady who was to become my wife and never left,
She already had twin boys (6years old),( now in their 30's), A few years later we had a daughter, (now 21 who still lives at home and is doing a degree course at the Art college here in Plymouth).
As I have mentioned on my profile my wife became so seriously ill that I had to stop doing paid work and become her full time carer,
I kept my self busy by getting involved in my daughters primary school, ( I was Chairman of the P.T.A and a parent Governor),
I also did some volunteer work with the red cross
We had our problems as everybody does but I was happy with my life and the way it was going

My wife died almost 7 years ago now of an unrelated cancer, that came totally out of the blue.It was a bit like being hit by a train even though was no sign of the rails it ran on.

I grieved, I got better, and now am looking for someone to share the rest of my life with.

Now you may be wondering "Why the f*ck has he told me all this? I hardly know him"
Well it's my life. and maybe someone who reads this will take some comfort from the main message in it. "YOU ARE NOT ALONE"
Add to that,
I have nothing to hide and am serious in my intent. So lets just call it, (almost), full disclosure, On the grounds that if someone who reads this ends up being the one I am looking for
it's better they know what kind of lunatic they may be getting involved with.

But as I have said on my profile .......
"It's not that I don't Have emotional luggage, It's more of I have laundered it Ironed and folded it, And put it in the third draw down next to the one labelled Shirts!"

I loved that place, acres and acres of woods out in the badlands of deepest darkest Norfolk, (where the rush hour consists of the postman and the milkman )
My only real saving grace at this time was that I was not a bully (unless they were a bully and in that case it was, "Stand by to have yer heid kicked in, yer scunner")
In the first year I cheeked the teachers, I didn't give a monkey about rules, at least once a week I had a detention to serve, but I was a smart arse,( Good grades all round just for spite ). I settled down a bit after a while, (only a bit mind you I was still a very wild child), and did really well without having to put much effort in to it.
At the age of 16 I left school with 3 'A'Lvl's, 6'O'Lvl's,a whole bunch of CSE's, and an attitude.
When I left school I didn't go back to my family's house.

All through my late teens and my early 20's I hated the world, everyone, and every thing, in it including me,(except my motor bike). So I cheerfully set course on a cycle of self destructive behavior,( "Arr full speed ahead!" "Aye aye! Cap'un!")
I was not a nice person at all.(To put it mildly! You could say I was an violent unfeeling little sh1t head and you wouldn't be wrong!)
As I saw it at the time there are only a few problems that could not be solved by punching somebody's lights out, and I was very good at problem solving.

(cont in part 3 ) (if you wish to comment do it under Part 3)

I thought I'd tell you one of those "It's a long story ", story's.

I am a the product of a very middle class family, that had skeletons in it's cupboards,( oh hell yeah, we had a whole bloody graveyard full).
I'm the youngest of 6. I had three brothers, two sisters, an uncaring mother and a violent, abusive farther. I never saw my dad hit any of the rest of my family, just me,( I may need a violin for the next bit). He'd hit me with any thing that came to hand, a stick, a shoe, a belt, And if nothing came to hand there was always the good old fist in the side of the head. The last time he hit me was with a can of beans, More, about that later.
My brothers emulated his behavior towards me, I took quite a few nasty beating off of them, up until the point I could give them back as good,(Or as bad), as I got. I was 7 when they realised they could put me down, but I wouldn't quit an being only 7 I fought like a cornered rat.(pull hair, scratch, bite, Gouge kick, up close and nasty). after that My dear brothers acted like my mother and sisters,and ignored me.


This is how it went on for 3 more years. regular poundings from my daddy, and being excluded by every other family member. To spite him I would never cry, he could hit me as hard as he wanted to, but I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction. This was Normal,(with a capitol N even ), family life to me.


The one time I told someone about what my dad did to me, was when I was 10 a PE teacher at school, asked me where I got the bruising .all down my back. So I told him,( my dad had taken using his belt on me).
He informed social services. I didnt know this until a few days later a social worker came came to call. Talk about happy family's.

Two weeks later....A social workers report ......
"..... The child is a liar, He makes up story's, He's careless, Clumsy, Sullen, "why I wouldn't put it passed him to have thrown himself down the stairs." (that was the family explanation for the bruises) ,We never saw or heard nothing, ect ,ect "
Was basically what the social workers report said.

My dad saw that as his cue to, (In his words,) "Teach(POW),You(Thwak) Not(Thunk), To(Bash).Drag.Outsiders(SPLAT). Into. Family . Matters.(KERPOWIE)", and he punctuated his words with the previously mentioned baked bean tin.
I dont clearly remember happened next Whether this was down to the blow on the head I had just got, or the fact I blew a fuse.
I do know I lost it big time. Red mist is the best way to describe it. The next thing I do clearly remember is my two oldest brothers struggling with me trying very hard to restrain me, and remove a cricket bat from. My Farther was sitting on the floor across the other side of the room, his noes all over his face looking totally shocked.
What I'm told happened is I headbutted him, then shoved him across the room where he fell against the wall. Then according to my brothers, I picked up the cricket bat and went for him
(Charge) and proceeded to give him 10 yrs worth of poundings. The one thing I do remember is Shouting over and over "You touch me again and your dead!" I know I meant it, and so did he. The look on his face was one of fear.
It's a shames to say, But for a long time I thought of that look on his face as my happiest childhood memory, (I dont now)

The upshot of this was When that school year ended, Having passed my 11+ with a passing mark that was in the top 5% for that year, in the City we lived in, (not bad for a worthless, brainless Idiot) I was destined to go to a grammar school, but my parents decided that I would be sent to a boarding school instead.

(Cont in part2) (if you wish to comment do it under Part 3)

I saw a beautiful pair of twins.. little girls today. I mentioned I have a pair of twins, female too but both are already grown. I remember when they were much younger,like 8 years old, several occasions, they'd have the same dreams, say complete sentences at the same time, for example "Let's go outside and play, or Mom can we have some cookies?. They would also end up in the same exact, position even if one was left sleeping apart in another room, or farther away from the other as my mom would help or a family member in putting them to sleep when it's bed time. I remember once my mom was at the foot of the bed with Melissa in her arms and I was with Melanie.. We both went to sleep and about half hour later I woke up and notice Melissa moving.. Slightly.. Away form my mom, I kept watching and as the minutes went by, both keep moving away slightly until both are together in the middle of the bed and holding hands or in identical positions. I don't understand it all and I although I would want to.. I KEEP THOSE SPECIAL MEMORIES ALWAYS and know that yes they are indeed unique and special.

My dad kept giving me love pats. Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are administered on the knee, shoulder and arm.

My friend said no matter you are coupled or single, what you really need is peace in mind. Having peace enjoying foods i prepared for myself