My Adventure

We All Have One, What's Yours?

There’s Always A Time

And that time is now.  What a better time to make changes in your life than in the new year?  It has been a long time coming, and I have been avoiding the inevitable, but the time is now.  Everyone faces trials and tribulations in their lives, in some way or another, and how we cope with them is entirely up to us…


I have been dealing with things at my own pace, and in my own way for the last three years; more or less just letting life kind of pass me by and not taking a whole lot of responsibility for the way it goes.  Needless to say, that needed to change and I am working on it; a work in progress if you will.  Three years ago, give or take, I became a single dad; that is not news to anyone who knows me.  At that point, I took on a lot more responsibility than I could have ever imagined.  Anyone who knows me knows that I am not one to give up easily at all, well this time I did.  I let it get the best of me and gave up.  What did I give up on?  Myself.  I gave up the person who I was.  It took me quite a bit of time to realize it, and honestly, I am ashamed of it.  This is in no way a stab at my children, my ex-wife, my father, my mother, or anyone at all for that matter; just me.  To avoid annoying you with all of the details, because you could revert to previous posts to find out more, my wife and I parted ways and I began living this life as a single dad.  At that point, I did what any man would do.


Scratch that, I did what any GOOD man would do.  Because yes, I could have been like so many other men out there in the world and abandon my responsibilities as an adult and a parent and went about my days living a real bachelor life.  I, on the other hand, did not.  I went about my days being super-dad.  I delved deeper into the lives of my children and become engrossed in what their lives, I spent as much time with them as I could, I devoted every bit of my spare time with them.  On top of all this, I moved my father into my home to help him out as well.  His health had been on a decline and I did not want to wake up in the middle of the night to a phone call that something had happened.  My home is always open to my family to the ones I love, with open arms, I will welcome anyone who needs help because that is the kind of person I am.  Having my father there eased a great deal of trouble on my mind, as I did not have to worry about driving over to check on him daily, and on top of that I did not need to search for a daytime babysitter for my son.  Great, burdens eased.  Not.  It became a little harder on me mentally and physically.


Do I regret any bit of it at all?  Not in the least bit.  Do I want any of it to change?  Not a chance.  What I am getting at, is that I gave up on myself.  I gave up on any chance of me living a normal life of a single, 32-year old man, decent looking man.  At this point, I devoted all of my time to family, and only family.  Little to no time was devoted to me, to Shane; that was gone.  I can count on both hands how many times I have gone out to a bar or out with with friends over the last three years.  Without delving too much into my personal life, I can count on less than three fingers how many women I have so much as even kissed.  And why?  Why did I do this to myself?  At first, I thought it was because I was doing it to rebuild myself and find my center, find out who I was, be a happier person.  In a very long, roundabout way, that is exactly what I did.  That is what this is about, I fell, I lost who I was, and now I am picking myself up, this is my time to rebuild.


Three years ago, Shane Bradley was lost.  No real direction, no owners manual, no search and rescue teams, no Google search could help.  I thought what I was doing was what would make things easier for me.  Boy, was I wrong.  I turned away helping hands, shoulders to cry on, friends to be there for me; I secluded myself completely.  I wanted to face it all on my own, I wanted to conquer my demons by myself.  The result, I became the demon I was trying to escape.  I sit here typing this up, breaking the shell of a man that I became piece by piece, getting my voice heard, becoming me.  This was at no fault of anyone but my own, I realize that now.  Everything that has happened to me in the last three years has been a direct result of how I treated myself.  They say if you love something, let it go, if it comes back it’s yours…or something like that.  Truth be told, I let myself go, completely, and without knowing.  This is me coming back; my mind, my heart, my soul.


I remember a time when people could have described me as a happy-go-lucky, always happy, always smiling, always laughing guy; a fun person, a loving person; people who know me now would have never guessed that.  Hell, my daughter could still remember when I was “fun”.  Instead, I come home from work every day sour, a scowl across my face, and just gloomy…at all times.  Those days are over.  Today, I am taking control of my happiness.  I put aside my own happiness because I thought I has to constantly give to be happy, that I had to take care of everyone I knew to be happy, and just be completely self-less.  I was wrong.  I now realize that it is entirely okay to be selfish at times, in fact, it’s needed.  You have to take care of yourself to be able to take care others.  I got a little teary eyed and choked up when I realized that I am not 100% sure if my four year old son has even seen his daddy actually happy.  Like truly happy.  And that is NOT okay with me.


My goal here is not to only find who I was again, but to take that person and combine him with all of the knowledge, pain, troubles, and wisdom that I have now; an improvement.  I want to become the best possible version of myself.  I have to.  I need to take better care of myself; mind, body, and soul, in order to take care of those around me.  It is perfectly acceptable to take a little “me-time” to recharge who you are and unwind.  I have every intention of doing that from this point forward, unwinding when needed instead of letting it all build up inside until I break down.  Nobody likes a fuddy-duddy.   Here’s to a new year, a new me, a new adventure.


What’s your adventure?


**SIDE NOTE** A big help for me, in my life has always been music.  The biggest help through my troubling times as been the song “Man In The Mirror”, yes, the Michael Jackson song.  But my favorite version is sang by James Morrison, look it up if you need a pick me up or you want to fix who you are.



ET2: Gerdie’s Adventure

So in my wandering mind, I decided today that I needed to become famous.  I want to meet a bunch of celebrities, and Comic-Con can be expensive, so as I was discussing this with a friend he tells me I need to tweet Spielberg.  I remind him that I already tweeted James Cameron with some thoughts on Avatar, that’s when my buddy’s brilliance shines through.

“Just tell him you have an idea for ET 2. ET returns to devour Elliot.  And have sex with Gerdie.”  Thus ET2: Gerdie’s Adventure came to light.  I went on a several minute rant about how the movie would go…and it went a little something like this (excuse the nonsensical layout, it was via message):

Me: Holy shit.
        That is perfect.


Him:  Right?
Me:   Netflix Special.
Him:  Instant Classic
Me:    I can see it now…ET’s penis pops out, and he tells Gerdie “ET phone Gspot”, and when he slips it up in her, it ends up his dick is barbed, and she cant force him off of her until she does along with it and gets him off.
Still me:  But she cant just do like normal sex to get him off, she has to make a special connection with him, because ET has that mental connection and all. And because he ate Elliot, he literally consumed him…so to get ET off, Gerdie has to convince herself to that she WANTS to have sex with ET and with Elliot, and it becomes this like “in movie multi-day” thing where ET is literally stuck gorged inside of her until she convinces her own mind and heart that she wants the two of them.

Also me: And only then is she able to get into it, and gets ET off. But thats not enough. She becomes sex craved for him after that, and rapes him when its over because her lust has pushed her over the top. Ends up getting pregnant by him, and the baby (ies) growing inside of her change her, to where she legit has to fuck ET on a regular basis to

sate her hunger/lust, and ET’s little semen feeds the babies, they cant grow without it. So it becomes a soft core porn almost. Then the babies pop out of her chest, thus the birth of the Xenomorphs. Turns out ET was a pre-prequel to Alien.
Him:  You should totally post this to your blog lol
Fade To Black
That is pretty much the extent of it all.  I’m not going to post pictures on this one, because that could be getting into some copyright infringement, and I definitely do not need all of that.  But hey, it’s a start.  Just goes to show how my warped mind works, and that I should be famous.
Now that we finally have a working script for ET2, let’s all reach out to Stephen Spielberg and let him know this needs to happen.  At the very least, let the man know I have thoughts.  I’m sure with some kind of outreach program, he can get me signed on to use my creative imagination and make something happen.  Obviously less vulgar and probably not this exact story, I mean who wants to see that?  It’s devilish and down right disgusting…nobody wants to see Elliot get devoured.
That’s my adventure (Raping your childhood, one movie at a time), what’s yours!?ET starts


It’s been wearing on me, and I have not used my blog as the way I had intended in the beginning, as a means to retcon my thoughts and feelings.  Today it hit me hard, as a matter of fact, it has been this way for a few weeks and today I am just now venting it.  I’m lonely.  Lonely as I can be.  I read an article today that states: “Being alone is not the same as being lonely.  Being alone is a state of being by oneself without others around…….being lonely can be viewed as a signal indicating that some important social connections are at risk or even absent.”  It hit home.


I have friends, a lot of them, but do I confide in any of them?  No, no I do not.  And in all honesty, no stab at my friends, even my closest friends; but we’ve all grown apart.  I’m pretty sure every one of them is in a committed relationship, I am the only single one…and the only one that has a child.  It causes a lot of differences between all of us. While they are out on the weekends eating dinner, seeing a movie, going to a bar or club or concert, I’m at home watching Trolls for the seventh time this week.  Could I get a sitter and go out?  Sure, I could.  My father lives with me, and he is always more than willing to stay with my son so I can go out, but do I?  Nope.  Do I have reasons?  Yes.  I feel disconnected from all of them, I do not like being the third wheel…in fact, in most cases I refuse to be.  My son is not my father’s responsibility, he’s mine.  While being perfectly honest, I prefer to be with my kiddo more often than not anyway.  Is it putting a damper on me moving on and dating someone, or strengthening relationships I have with those already in my life?  Yes, a little, but I would not change it for the world.


I love all of my friends, they are all great in their own ways, but they just do not understand my life anymore.  I have changed so much in the last four years; I am not comfortable in my own skin, I am depressed like majorly, I do not enjoy the same things I used to, I have grown so apart and so distant from the real world that I don’t even know how to react in social environments anymore, I resort to child -like behavior a lot of times to find some sense of comfort in situations I am put into.  My world is completely different from theirs, and a lot of it is my fault.

loneliness defines loneliness (lonely) as “affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone.”  I know that feeling all too well.  I have grown so much in the last several years, that I have become introverted, backward, and complacent with my life.  Instead of branching out and trying to make new connections and improve my life, I prefer to stay at home and keep to myself.  I immerse myself in my projects at home to keep from negative thoughts as much as possible, I build things, I tear things down, I remodel parts of my home, I play games with my kids, I stay home.


I see everyone else progressing with their lives; getting married, getting engaged, getting into a relationship, making new friends and connections, and I am happy for all of them.  Genuinely.  But it’s hard.  It gives me a feeling of regret.  I feel as though I did not do my part in being a friend and being there for them when they needed me the most because I tucked my head in the sand and hid from life.  In truth, I’ve let the last three years of my life escape me.  I have found every reason to not get into a relationship, every reason to give up on society, every reason to become a bitter shell of the man I used to be.  My early 20’s people would have described me as outgoing and a positive person, that’s not the case anymore.  I’m cold and bitter, I lack in so many areas of my life from what I used to be.  I’m a negative person now, I do not enjoy a lot of things, when I smile it’s usually fake; I just feel broken.

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Do I have reasons for being this way?  Absolutely.  Should I have been over all of these reasons by now?  Absolutely.  Unfortunately, I’m one of those people that holds onto things a lot, I have never really learned to let go.  Small arguments, words people have said to me, things people have done; I remember a lot, if not most of it.  What do I do about it?  I keep it all bottled up inside, I hide from it, and I hope I just move on past it.  Why?  Because I try not to lash out at people or say things that may start an argument or fight; I just do not like drama, let-downs, or rejection.  Basically, I have forced myself into a mostly drama-free life at the risk of having any kind of a personal life.  Because I long so much to be accepted by my peers and loved by people, I have turned myself into somebody that I honestly do not even recognize in the mirror anymore.


I have so much built up anger and sadness inside of me, that I lash out irrationally at people that do not deserve it; I have no one to vent it to anymore.  I have made it that way.  I turned myself into what I am today.  So you may be asking yourself why am I even writing this if I turned my back on society, why are you even bothering writing to an audience that you don’t even care about?  It’s a cry for help, in short.  I want to find myself again.  I needed to write this, I needed to get my thoughts out in written form to realize how much I have truly lost myself.  What do I need from you?  Not a thing.  If I truly mean something to you, by all means, say it.  Say what’s on your mind.  Let me know how I have impacted your life in some way or another, share good times we have together.  Even if you don’t, writing this has helped me.  It has made me realize where exactly the problem is, what the root cause of my loneliness is, it has been right there in front of my eyes the entire time and I was too blind to see.  It’s always been me.its me

Not A Bad Thing

Yes, I am fully aware that this is the title of a Justin Timberlake song, and yes, he gets mad credit for it because it is an amazing song…also a big reason why I am writing this.  That song, in more ways than one, describes my exact feels at this moment.   What do you mean though Shane, what *feels* could you be speaking of?  Well, let me learn ya something about what’s going on inside my head, and let’s be honest, heart.


So, there’s this girl.  Well, woman rather, and an absolutely amazing one at that.  For the time being, we will call her something totally masculine and evasive to throw anyone off, and call her Luigi (if she reads this, she’ll get my Super Mario Brothers reference).  Moving on, she is hands down, the most amazing woman I have ever met in my life.  As I am typing this, all I can think about is her smile, and how it brightens my entire day when I get to see it.  It’s one of those smiles that literally warms up your heart and soul, combine that with her deep beautiful eyes, I’m lost.  There are no words that describe the sheer beauty of this woman, inside and out.  For those that follow Game of Thrones, picture Khaleesi, but twice as amazing and beautiful.  There you have her, my Luigi.  She’s sweet, caring, understanding, *smaaht*, and just perfect.  I am doing everything in my power to take things slow with her, because I want things to be perfect, I want things to be right, I want the fairy tale romance…the white picket fence, the big house, all of it.  You may ask, “what’s the catch?”  There is no catch.  Not with this one.  “But, Shane, you said that song has meaning, and I listened to it, there has to be a catch.”  Well no, not really, and if there was, that’s her business and not y’alls.  So bam!  I will not tell her story, but I will speak on how I feel about her.

There are things about this woman that not even my words can describe.  I just can’t.  There are no written words beautiful enough to describe her, nor how she makes me feel.  She truly makes my heart skip a beat when she is around me.  When I check my phone every time it lights up, and I see it is her, I break into a big, goofy grin.  I know this because my best friend pointed it out to me earlier when I was texting her; “Who ya texting buddy?  You have this big goofy grin going.”  I mean, c’mon now, it can’t be *that* bad.  I’ve had feelings for women before, pretty strong feelings, hell, I’ve been married.  But nothing I can describe even comes close.  I’ve seen things that have absolutely taken my breath away, I’ve experienced things that were simply life changing, but nothing like this.  The closest thing to ever make me smile this much was the first moment I held my baby boy, and hearing him laugh for the first time; *THIS* makes me about as happy as that did.  happy

I’m not one to jump through hoops and go out of my way to say sweet things, especially if they are not true, and this is not one of those instances where I am saying nice things to make myself look better…this is one of those instances where I literally cannot say something other than sweet things about her.  In my eyes, she is that kind of girl.  That kind of perfect.  The kind of woman you write home to mom about, and again, and again.  The best part?  The nerdy and goofy things I say and do are actually funny to her, I’m 100% myself with her, and it has not ran her off yet.  Look, I’m not here to score some bonus points, I don’t even care if anyone reads this post, I’m writing it because I simply cannot get the girl off my mind.  There are a million things in this world that I am unsure of, and do not know, but I do know one thing…I do know that this girl makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time, she gives me that funny feeling in my stomach, that sparkle in my eye is back and it feels good.  I’m not going to bore you with all the gooey details, but it’s definitely not a bad thing…


Set It All Free

What do you write about when you feel there is nothing more to write about?  Nothing at all.  You just write and hope for the best.  Well, today is one of those days where I need to write to loosen my mind and free myself from the mundane.  I’m not here to write for everyone else to read, and to make others happy by reading words on a page, I’m writing for my own sanity, to temporarily free myself from the prison that is my mind.  So bear with me, and just let me do my thing.write.jpg

The human heart is a very complicated organ, it is our life, without it we’re dead.  So what happens when it feels as though it is broken and shattered into a million pieces?  You pick those pieces up and do your best to put it back together.  At 31 years old, I’m pretty sure my heart looks like one of those yard décor gazing balls that was dropped in the middle of the street and someone glued that back together…not very pretty but it gets the job done for the most part.  I’ve been beat down and bruised, twisted and broken, I’ve been through the ringer. I’ve been in relationships, broken up with, cheated on, let the love of my life slip through my fingers and marry another man, broken others hearts; hell, I’ve been married and divorced, and what does this say for me?  Most people would give up and deny having love for anything in their hearts at this point, yet here I am, holding on to emotions that aren’t really there.  I try my best, I let thoughts kind of run wild with no real focus on much other than to live.thoughts

Today, is that day.  Today, I choose to live.  I choose to do the things I enjoy doing, the things that make ME happy, and stop worrying about what everyone else thinks.  If I want a beer at 9:00 in the morning because I’m off work and it’s nice out, and I just want it, then I will have one.  This summer is MY summer….and the little man’s.  I bought a brand new tent this year, and if the weather holds out, we will be camping in our backyard this weekend for his first time and our tent’s first time.  We will be outside as often as we can, I will enjoy this year.  I am not living for you, I am not living for my ex-wife, I am not living for my brother, my parents, my friends, I am doing it for myself.  I have to find myself, find my peace and be the man I know I am on the inside, and if not just for myself but to show my son that life is precious and what you choose to make it.  I will wake up with a smile every day because I am alive.Freedom

There comes a time in everyone’s life where you have to make a choice.  All too often we make that choice complicated by calculating every aspect of how that choice can affect us.  Why not make some blind choices, live for the moment and make it what it is.  We are dealt a hand in life, and just like in Poker we can throw some cards back in and draw another.  They say life is a game, so why not play it?  Instead of just dealing with what we have, make it what you want it to be.  If you hate your job, get a new one.  If you and your significant other argue all the time and you honestly cannot stand them, leave them and move on, that’s your call.  You do not have to be stuck in a situation because society deems it the “right” thing to do.  What is right and wrong anyway aside from the views someone else bestows upon you?  You are the one in charge of your life, you decide what is right and wrong for you.  Do NOT let a television or a magazine tell you that you are fat or ugly, what do you feel?  Do you feel like you are hideous and should wear a paper bag in public?  That’s your call, find the beauty in yourself and harness it.beautiful.jpg

You just have to take the good with the bad.  It’s taking me my whole life to get to this point where I am what I am, take it for what it is, and I’m still not completely comfortable with it.  When you get to the point in your life where I’m at, being a single dad and having the world look you in the face and tell you that you aren’t worth it sometimes, you fight back and prove it wrong.  You are the only person that knows your own worth, and only you can show that to the world.  I’m not comfortable in my own skin most the time, but I make due and try my best to be.  Am I the best at it?  Absolutely not.  Am I still depressed a lot of times?  Absolutely.  But I deal with it.  I grit my teeth and push forward, I make myself be happy…granted I have help from a little three year old that grins at me and makes me laugh.  Truth of the matter is, I do what I can to make myself be me, but this summer I am putting more focus into fixing me, healing and finding myself again.  It’s a relief to be able to say that and know that I am fully capable of taking the necessary time to make it happen.  Thanks for reading, and as always, what’s your adventure?stress.jpg

Darkest Nights Bring Brightest Days

There comes a time in everyone’s life where it is acceptable to reflect upon their lives; personal and professional.  Tonight is one of those times where I find myself reflecting on my own life, mainly personal, and thinking about things I could have done differently.  Truth be told, there are many things I have done in my life that some would deem “uncharacteristic” of a good person, and while I should possibly be ashamed or bothered by these, I’m not.  I do not regret the decisions I’ve made, they were choices I made that resulted in particular lessons that I have learned from; and they have shaped who I am today.  For that, I cannot be ashamed of.  You see, I sit here writing this blog as a 31 year old man, divorced, successful career, father, son, brother, uncle, and for the most part a happy person.  So you may be asking yourself at this point, what is there to reflect on?  That’s where the “for the most part a happy person” comes into play.

forget-what-hurt-youI am happy.  I am happy with my life.  Did I see myself getting married and divorced a few years later?  No, absolutely not.  But am I at that point, yes, yes I am.  Does it bother me?  Sometimes it does, absolutely.  The people who say that it does not bother them, well we call those people liars.  There will come a time and place in my life where it does not come to mind as frequently, and it will not bother me the way it does now, but that time has not come yet.  I loved my wife, with everything I had in me, but sometimes that’s not enough.  And sometimes that love becomes more of a job than an emotion, and when you have to force it, it just is not worth it.  Now, this is not a blog to bash my ex-wife, because as
I’ve said in previously blogs, she is an amazing woman and an excellent mother to our children, and I will stand by those words until my dying day.  We just became stagnant, we came to a place where we were better off as friends than as partners, and that’s okay.  The part that bothers me the most is the kids.  The fact that they have separate houses, the fact that they do not get to see mommy and daddy every day, that they have to share their time with the both of us.  And that my friends, is what this blog is about.

My ex-wife and I share our kids, we have a spoken agreement on our custody.  We work very well together for what works for the two of us, and for our kids.  Granted, some of you that know our situation know that our daughter is not “ours”.  She is her mothers birth child, and mine only by title.  Being that her mother and I are no longer married, that is all I have with her is a title, and love.  I have no legal obligation to her by any means, and to some people they find it ridiculous that I still raise her.  Quite honestly, those are the people that I do not need in my life.  For those that know me best, they know I have a huge heart and genuinely care for people.  That little girl is MY daughter, and always will be.  In my heart, she is mine.  She has been a part of my life for at least five years, I say at least because I can vividly remember five birthday parties of hers.  Five years is a long time to be a part of a child’s life, that’s something you cannot just brush under the rug and pretend like it never happened.  I am not the type of person to just bow out of a kid’s life and say “Well hey, your mom and I aren’t together, so we’ll pretend these five years never happened, I’m going on my way”.  No, screw that.  She’s my daughter, and always will be.  daughter

Back to the topic at hand, when the kids are here, life is amazing.  Granted, when my daughter isn’t here and little man is, it’s still amazing.  Being that my daughter has a “biological father”, I’m accustomed to her spending every other weekend at his house, as well as most of the summer, so I’m used to her being gone.  But my little guy, no, I’m not used to that, not at all.  Especially since when my ex and I first split up, I kept the kids full time to allow her to get her apartment together, and get everything worked out to where she could start taking the kids.  So there were a couple weeks straight where they were with me 100% of the time, and she came to visit basically daily.  Those are the nights that get me.   Right now, is definitely one of those nights.  I have no idea what to do with myself.  I love my children with every aching bone in my body, I would give my life for them if it meant complete happiness for their entire lives.

parentsUp until the time I met my ex-wife, I did not care about anyone but myself.  I was the epitome of a bachelor.  I did what I want, when I wanted, and did not have a care in the world.  For me to date someone with a kid, let alone have them move in with me, was a huge deal.  It meant I would no longer having that freedom I was so used to, the late nights drinking and playing video games, lounging on the couch in my underwear drinking a cold one…those nights were gone.  Now I have those free nights again, a few times a week, and I do not want them.  I have plenty of things to do, I am moving my father in with me at the current moment, to help him and myself out financially, and to be there for him with his health problems…and I am taking my time.  What I should be doing right now is moving stuff around, unpacking his stuff, getting myself situated in my “new room” (I moved to my basement so he could take my room, he cannot handle stairs).  But I’m not doing any of these things.  Instead, I am in my room typing this out, trying to retain what bit of sanity I have left.light-in-darkI have the freedom to go out and have drinks, to go have fun, go to the gym, go on a date, go do whatever it is that I please…and I don’t.  Why?  To be quite frank with you, I’m depressed as fuck.  The second I drop the kids off, or that their mother picks them up and they are gone, I fall into a dark place.  I feel the full effect of depression.  I lose all energy and focus, I want to sit in a dark room and just go to sleep.  I hate Sunday’s for this reason (that’s when they leave for their mom’s).  The days that follow do not get any better…until they come home.  When I have the kids, I have a routine, I have plans, I know what I am going to do.  When I know Tuck is home with my dad, I come home on my lunch breaks to see my little guy, even if he is sleeping, just to see him.  Then I come home from work hours later to be greeted by big hugs and kisses and cuddles.  Tomorrow, I will come home to nothing.  There will be no giggling, no hugs when I walk in the door, no “Daddy home!”, no toys strung out through my entire living room, no messes to clean, no telling my daughter to clean her room and empty the dishwasher, no baths to give…just nothing.


Without my kids, life is nothing.  Granted, I could actually make a big attempt to get back into the dating scene and throw myself out there, meet someone that will take my time and make things worth while, it’s possible.  And honestly, I would love to have someone to talk to and spend time with, I’m at that point where I feel I am ready to date again.  Yet, at the same time, I would feel bad for anyone I would date.  I would never be focused.  Especially if we go on a date and the kids are at home with my dad, I would not even be thinking about the task at hand and would only have the kids on my mind.  For example, I went to a work event a few weeks ago; free drinks, free food, a concert, everything, and the entire time all I could think about was getting home to cuddle up with little man and go to sleep.  Luckily, everyone decided to make it an early night and I rushed home, making it home just before he went to bed, so I got my night time cuddles in and slept peacefully.depressionTo ease the pain at times, I get on random “single dad’ forums and websites, just to read how other guys are doing it.  Truth be told, it actually helps, I’m not the only dad out there that is a single dad and truly cares about his kids.  Some of them keep their kids full time, some only get visitation, some have split custody, and some just do not get to see their kids at all.  One thing is the same with all of them that are on the sites, they love their kids, and love them dearly.  They all feel the same type of pain, to an extent.  Some have learned to cope with it and find hobbies to do, and suggest to others to find things to do to pass the time when the kid (s) are gone.  Some of the guys actually have stable relationships with someone new, and their kids love them (or some cases hate them).  The thing is with all of these forums and websites, there is a lot of women on there too that have advice and things to say, and it’s always the exact same thing, something I would have never guessed.  They always say that single dad’s have it harder than anyone else.  In all honesty, I would have said single mom’s have it harder, but after reading some of the posts, especially the posts from women saying it, I can kind of see why they say single dad’s have it harder.  Dating a single mom has kind of become the norm now, it’s acceptable to date a woman with “baggage”, it’s not uncommon to find a woman that has kids.  But a single dad?  Now that’s unheard of.  A man that accepts his responsibilities for his children, cares for them, loves them, nurtures them, raises them, and is actually a part of their lives, that’s not common.  A man with “baggage” is not exactly a sought after trait on any dating website, trust me, I’ve looked through several.

single-dadMy theory on the whole thing is that if I am going to bring someone into my kids lives, it’s for the long haul.  I refuse to bring someone into their lives without the intention of them being there for a long time, if not permanently.  Basically, if I grant you the opportunity to meet my kids and we are “dating”, then you should feel honored.  I may be quite the catch, once you get to know me and ignore the harsh shell of a person I am presently, but the true catch is my kids.  I do it all for them.  If I am going to spend time with you, when I could be spending it with my kids, that there says a lot, because let’s be honest, I’d rather be with them.  Instead, I’m probably at a bar, or a club, or a coffee shop, or whatever with you; but am I dressed up as Captain America?  Am I wearing a cape?  Am I crawling around on the floor pretending to be a dog or a horse?  Am I getting the opportunity to be Buzz Lightyear?  No, I’m not.  I could be having so much more fun at home than I am with you… listening to you talk about the Kardashians or some Dolce & Gabbana bag you are dying to have.  If I go on a date with you, you better make it worth my time, because I know what I want and will not hesitate to end the date early to go be with my kids (pending it’s a night where I have them).

dating-single-dadNow do not get me wrong, I’m not a complete asshole, just quasi-asshole.  As I said earlier, I’m extremely depressed when I don’t have my kids, and that makes me a little mean.  It’s easier to hide behind anger than sadness.  If you don’t believe me, watch ‘Inside Out’, cute movie.  I just know what I want and deserve in this life, and I will not settle for less than that.  What I want the most is for my kids to be happy and safe at all times, and what I deserve is the best.  Rant over.  Honestly, I just needed to vent, and try to get my mind off of things, but there’s no hiding the truth.  I miss my kids dearly, and it’s only been a few hours, and I should be sleeping, but I’m not.  As always, it’s my adventure…what’s yours?


I’m Baaaack!

Long time no blog, huh?  Last time I wrote I said if you didn’t hear from me after my Florida trip that I was probably turning tricks on a corner to get back to Evansville.  Well, I made it home, no tricks were needed.  So, I’m back home.  The trip was great, the kids really enjoyed themselves, and while we did not get to do all the things we wanted due to the weather or what have you, we made plenty of time for fun and adventures of our own.  That’s all that really mattered, we connected and had fun, I was able to spend every waking moment with my kiddos without distraction.  It was pretty freakin’ amazing.

Welcome to Florida USA

I also said in my previous blog about dating someone, yadda yadda, and it was my job not to screw it up.  Guess who didn’t!?   That’s right, I did not screw it up.  But it did end, and I really do not give a crap at all.  It was not my time or place, and I viewed it as a lesson well learned, something that needed to be explored a long time ago, and it has been now and now I know how things would have been.  It’s the time that I just put more focus into me, and just me.  That does not mean abandoning my kids, because I can’t get rid of them, they’re my life.  What I mean is stop worrying about “finding someone”, or moving on, and that kind of crap.  It is not necessary, and honestly not wanted.  I’ve learned that I am a much better person on my own, I can do things at my leisure and how I want them.  I finally getting my house back into shape and decorated the way that I want, the way that I feel expresses who I am, my desires, and my personality.  So yes, it’s a hot mess, maybe more like well-organized chaos.  It’s my organized chaos though, deal with it.organized-chaos

I recently had my birthday, like 5 days ago, and it was pretty nice.  I FINALLY got my T-Rex costume, and I love the crap out of it.  If you haven’t seen one in action, go to YouTube and look up American Ninja Warrior T-Rex, it’s worth the time.  Anyway, I have one, and I have a ton of fun in it.  Truthfully, I cannot wait until Halloween, I plan on putting some inflatables up in my yard for kids to come up and have a photo-op with, all the while standing there in the T-Rex and pretending to be just a yard decoration, then BAM!  Pounce on the kids and scare the crap out of them.  I’m also going to try my hand at making a haunted maze in my front yard, if you can’t tell by now, Halloween just so happens to be my thing.  I go all out, as much as possible, for Halloween…if I had the time and money I would so make a haunted house in my carport and through my backyard, I just don’t have that kind of energy to plan and make it all come to life right now.  Eventually though, eventually.


Look forward to some more frequent blogging in the coming weeks, I’ve got my office all put together at home and have my computer “working”, as long as the charger quits pissing out on me.  I have found though that I write the best blogs when stressed or under some kind of emotional trance, writing to just write does not seem to capture the full thought as much as I would like write now.  For instance, this blog, at this point I’m writing to fill up some free space and make it appear long than it really is.  And to prove my point, I actually copy and pasted this paragraph directly after this one, just to see if anyone actually reads these.  So if you got this far and realized that the next paragraph is the EXACT same, then comment or like this blog.  Y’all have a good day, and remember to continue making adventures.


Look forward to some more frequent blogging in the coming weeks, I’ve got my office all put together at home and have my computer “working”, as long as the charger quits pissing out on me.  I have found though that I write the best blogs when stressed or under some kind of emotional trance, writing to just write does not seem to capture the full thought as much as I would like write now.  For instance, this blog, at this point I’m writing to fill up some free space and make it appear long than it really is.  And to prove my point, I actually copy and pasted this paragraph directly after this one, just to see if anyone actually reads these.  So if you got this far and realized that the next paragraph is the EXACT same, then comment or like this blog.  Y’all have a good day, and remember to continue making adventures.

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Another Day Another…well..Day

It’s been exactly one week and two days since the Fourth Of July, nothing huge.  As per my previous blog, I had a get together for the Fourth, it was just actually on the third, so my plans for the actual Fourth of July were nothing major.  My best friend and I decided we were going to go to the movies though, and we got our movie time wrong, so we ended up at Show Me’s to eat and have a few brewskis.  Low and behold, the night was far from over.  What started out as just a couple beers before our movie, turned into an all-nighter slamming back beers when an “old friend” showed up.  Long story short, we finally left the bar and the three of us went back to my house to hang out longer and drink a little more.  I had no idea at that very moment, that it would go the way it has.  To avoid going into  details and expressing feelings, or making this blog all about her (as she already has one devoted to her), we’ll just say things have been well…and the feelings I used to have are definitely reincarnated.  The biggest thing I have to worry about is not screwing it up.


On a separate note, I am taking an official vacation next week, the kids and I are going to Panama City, FL to visit their grandparents.  Going all out, renting a car and the whole shebang.  Should be nice just to escape the throws of reality for a few days, nothing major, I’ll only be gone about three days, four tops.  It’s been a long time since I have taken a road trip by myself, and myself I mean me being the only person driving, and now I am toting two kids with me.  It will definitely be an interest trip, that’s for sure.  Especially since I have never made a road trip that far by myself, and any time I have been to Florida I have been with people that knew where they were going.  Bring it on, I’m up for another adventure.  If you don’t see another blog from me again, it means I took a wrong turn somewhere, the kids have been sold into slave labor, I am turning tricks on a corner, and all hell has broken loose.  panama-city1.jpg

I choose not to speak about certain things, especially on the internet, but I have to rant, just once.  This whole “Black Lives Matter”, “White Lives Matter”, “Blue Lives Matter” thing has just gotten completely out of control.  Slavery has been abolished for decades, racism was a thing of the past, and now this is all coming back.  From what?  Some racist cops killed some black men, with or without justification, it’s not my place to say.  I just think this is been completely blown out of proportion, and some fascists are taking it waylives matter too far.  How about “All Lives Matter”, I mean really, let’s be honest here.  If you aren’t being a part of the solution, then you are just becoming a part of the problem.  The solution definitely is not to shoot someone else because they believe in something else, or they are of a different race, or sex, or what have you.  Where is the justification there?  I’m a white guy, if I went and shot an Asian guy because he shot and killed my cousins black girlfriend, does that give a completely different Asian guy to go shoot a white guy or a black guy?  No, absolutely not.  Shoot an Indian, shoot a Mexican, shoot a Jew, shoot a German, I’ll tell you what, the streets will run red.  And do you know why?  Because our blood is all the same color, it shows no race.  If you want to shoot and kill anybody, join the damn army, at least then you’ll be shooting the people who have put targets on not just you or your family, but your entire country.  I’m a firm believer that to save money on recruiting troops, and to save money on prisons and jails, people that are given a life sentence, or just a large sentence in general, or has committed a horrible crime should be sent to be on the front line of our army.  A guy goes and rapes and kills a young woman, or several, you really want to stick him in prison to sit there…alive?  Hell no.  Stick that guy right there on the front lines.  Force him to defend his country, make him do it against his will, just like he did to someone else.  Of course, leave it open for people to still join the army at will, just make it a little separate.  Maybe the crooks and criminals are treated differently, stuck in a different bunker, have to sleep with chains, something.  Moving on…just stop.jpg

I ramble a lot, especially when things get me fired up, so shut up.  If you are reading this, you have found something interesting in a previous blog and wanted to come back, or you know me and just enjoy torturing yourself with my words.  I just find certain things hard to believe, and obviously am not in a place of power to make any significant changes.  Like politics, I avoid discussing that like that plague.  I am not well-informed enough to pass any judgment, but I will say this.  We’re basically fucked.  Pardon my French, but we are.  I am about convinced to do a write in, and just vote for Vanilla Ice, at least if there’s a problem, he’ll solve it.  It’s insane that either of our main two candidates have even made it this far, it’s like someone said “Hey, let’s give America a real life “reality show”, we’ll call it ‘Life As You Know It’, and they are the cast!”.  We are being forced to choose between the lesser of two evils, and I, for one, am at a complete loss.  I will not bash either candidate for what I see wrong in them, not here, not now, but I do not like either, for various reasons.  And I am comfortable enough with saying Bernie should run Independent just so I can make the right decision, even if he was not elected.

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Furthermore, my hands are starting to cramp.  That’s what happens when you just let your fingers go and don’t really plan on what you are going to say, you just let it happen naturally.  You rant, you rave, you grab the mic and get up on a soapbox, and you have at it.  As most of my blogs are, I do not go in with a specific idea on what I want to write about, it just comes to me.   Yes, I do sometimes censor myself and hold back from talking about specific things, people, or ideas; other times it kind of just happens.  Such is the life of a “washed-up, has been” writer.  One thing that does get rather annoying though, being told how I feel or what kind of mood I am in.  I’m not a depressed person, I’m not sad, I’m not mad, I’m not stressed, and I am certainly not upset.  Right now, I am at peace.  Being at peace, for me, is the lack of other emotions that jeopardize my well-being or those around me.  Right now, I am good, as I have been for awhile now.  I’m not a ticking time bomb, I’m not ready to cry, and I’m not going to punch someone in the face or crawl into a hole and hide.   I am right here, in the open, for the world to see.  So look at me world, what is it that you see right now?


I can tell you what I see when I look in the mirror, past my boyish charm and rugged good looks (haha).   I see someone who is struggling with inner conflict, but not upset by it, someone who has taken their falls and picked themselves up again.  Someone who knows exactly what it is that they want, and is just biding their time to choose wisely as to avoid mistakes.  I see someone who wants to make things right, and do things right by the people he has wronged before.  I see someone who has a huge heart, that is willing to do anything to make someone smile, or laugh, or just acknowledge the fact that they are better than they see themselves.  Someone that will be there, by your side, to ensure that you are happy with where you are in your life, that puts another persons well-being ahead of their own.  I see someone that will put the health, love, and comfort of a loved one above all else…someone that knows exactly what kind of love they deserve, and that they are finally comfortable enough to express that emotion with the one person they truly love.  I see someone, that is going to pull out all of the stops to not give up on the one he loves, to fight for her, to prove that he is completely worth the wait that they have both endured, to make sure that she always keeps her head up and smiles because her smile is way too pretty to not share with the world.  I see someone who is going to end this blog with telling everyone that this is his adventure, followed by the question…what’s yours?

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4th of July

So it’s officially the Fourth of July, birth of the great place we call America…and what do we do on this day?  We blow shit up. Fireworks galore, alcohol, grilled food, bonfires…yeah, I love America.  This is probably not the best time to write, as I am intoxicated, but it’s a well deserved occasion.  There is a lull in the party at the Bradley home, and I just felt compelled to write to my audience.  I’m surrounded by a few friends, most of which I call family, my two children are inside “camping” out on the living room now that fireworks are over.  My father has just recently left for the night, as did his buddy, and now I’m left with just the handful of people that I can tolerate being around for more than 20 minutes.  My ex-wife and her boyfriend showed up just to see a few fireworks and to see the kids,my brother and his army of children also showed up to enjoy the food and festivities.  Now here I am, listening to random conversations watching people sneak out to my back porch to fool around, and what have you.

What does all of this mean?  It means it’s been another successful shindig that has been thrown by me.  Here I am, listening to my “Jewish” friend ramble on about God knows what, but it is entertaining.  He’s not ACTUALLY  Jewish, but I have publicly wiped ashes on his nose despite his knowing of it, and proceeded to tell random strangers he was a jew and I had wiped his past ancestors on his nose…great bar joke.  At least it left me with that great story and laughs for many years, I was a horrible person at one time, but…shit happens.  Currently they are discussing religion, the three of them, while the other two are hopping on the good foot and doing the bad thing in my screen in porch. :/  This is my house and I am literally without.  And I kind of prefer it that way.  At times, yeah, I acknowledge the fact that I am completely alone when it comes to the love of a woman, but on the same hand, I acknowledge it and am happy about it.

I’m alone.  I have nobody asking where I am, what I’m doing, concerned with the little details on what I am doing.  It’s a blessing and a curse.  We were actually on the subject of my past “love life” and my actual number, which I had to turn to my best friend to get a closer to exact number.  I’ve lived my life fully, I’ve been in love.  I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve fulfilled my so called “bucket list” of love…I’d say with the exception of a midget, but legally that happened.  She was 4’9″ and over 18, by law that is a midget.  So technically, that’s been accomplished.  Go me, right?   Which in turn makes me think of ‘I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell’, a quote/unquote autobiography by a gentleman named Tucker Max, whom my son is named after. Read the book, or if you are short on time, watch the movie.  I own both.

I’m rambling, I know.  But shut up, I’m the one writing damnit.  I’m at a stopping point anyway, so if you made it to this point, congrats, you deciphered my cryptic drunk blog, I’ll try to add some fun pictures as usually tomorrow when I dust off the old labtop and write a new blog.  Until then, remember, this is my adventure…what’s yours?

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