Who I am and why my brain leaks.

I'm new at this so bear with me please. Up until yesterday I'd heard of the term, "Blog", but I had no idea what it meant. (As it sounds quite like the term that many Britons use to indicate a place for doing certain bodily functions, I assumed that it was for something like that; bodily function wise.) For years I've had friends and family badgering me to do something with my writing other than just in long, rambling, nonsense filled letters. My problem with this has always been that my writing has been just that; long, rambling, nonsense filled letters, and a few silly essays that I've never done anything with, thinking that they were simply too silly, and who cares anyway?
I happened to mention to my brother that maybe I should create a web site as an outlet for my literary mulch. My brother, a web wise, professional web designer and published cartoonist, (Check out his award winning, long running on-line comic strip; "Argon Zark") (Free plug there Charley, no need for thanks,) said that doing a Blog may be the direction I should go. I said that I had no trouble going and that I was quite regular, thank you, but what about my diarrhea of the brain. He explained to me what Blogs are and directed me to this here site wherefore I am writing this now.
What happens from here on will remain to be seen and, at time, I won't be entirely responsible for. In my fifty years of existence I have not been kind to both my body and brain. I often look back and remember, on many occasions, saying to myself,
"Someday I'm really going to regret this, but what the hell!")
That "Someday" is now my current reality, and for some of It I do have regrets, but, what I did then led to the "me" of today, and for the most part I wouldn't change things. I am fortunate enough to have a loving, though long suffering, wife of nearly twenty five years, two wonderful children that are turning out very well inspite of their father.( I blame by wife for that, I'm the abnormal one.) I have a roof, of sorts, over my head, a truck that runs most of the time, and no shortage of food.
I want to mention that I have a step-son who was about seven years old when I married his mother. Our relationship has been somewhat rocky over the years due to his natural resentment that I had married his mother, and to my not being ready for parenthood at that time. I was more interested in partying, playing music, and alcohol in general.
He turned out alright though, and he has a beautiful family of his own. More than that, he served his country in the gulf war; later he served a stint in Bosnia; and all the times in between he has served in the Army National guard. Next week he is shipping out for Mississippi for re-training as an MP. His specialty is, and always has been, in armor, but sending tanks overseas seems not to be in the budget. So, after completing his six month training in the states, he will be deployed to Iraq as an MP. He will then spend the next eighteen months traveling around Iraq (glorious in it's primitive splendor) in what the news media is calling a rolling deathtrap, a Humvee.
He knew the job was dangerous when he took it so he does it to the best of his ability. I mean it when I say he is very good at what he does and I believe that he will return to us alive and well. I do, however, here and now and for at least two years to come, ask any and all who may read this add your prayers to ours, not only for David, but for all our service personnel overseas everywhere. Set you politics aside and offer your support regardless of your feelings of the war. These people are just doing their jobs.
Anyway, getting back to me, I'm doing alright and I'm not living in the streets even though I haven't had a pay check in nearly three years. I've been doing battle with workmen's Comp and Social Security Disability and that's more exhausting and frustrating than any full-time job I've ever had. I'd gladly go back to my last job if I could, even though performing my duties in that job with my usual dedication and zeal caused severe and irreparable damage to my spine.
So here I sit (when I'm not laying down, which is often because sitting too long gets rather painful), spending my days on the computer either surfing, playing games, or writing nonsense that goes no where; until now, that is, and from here on we'll see where it goes.
I titled this Blog, "Brain Leakage" based on a compilation of "stuff" that I'd been writing that I started to call; "To My Children; Words of Wit and Questionable Wisdom From Your Daddies' Brain." However, it is a rather long title for something that will inevitably have to be mentioned many times and my arthritis ridden fingers need all the breaks they can get. So I shortened it.
Well, here goes as I hit the "Publish" button. Let's see where this takes me...BP