We share our lives by the minute. And often we don’t give a second thought as our fingers moves with our thoughts through the day. Some post for money and fame. I post for my own gain.
I find myself sharing the everyday day. What I eat, the vacation I’m on.
My blog becomes the journal of my life. As blogging should be.
32 months of prison for letting your 3 year old son freeze to death on your porch while you slept nice and warm in bed on a drug binge. I hope you are haunted by the images of his fingerprints on that door trying to get in. The image haunts me.
I have a special place in my heart for abandoned children in this scenario.
Rot in hell lady.
So we got up early, which didn’t matter since I didn’t sleep. I don’t sleep well in hotels or motels or if I think something with a tail might run by…
Somewhere between Denver and San Diego, I got sick. My sinuses are killing me and I was pretty sure my eardrum was about to explode before we landed. I didn’t complain though because I have my blog for that.
We went to La Jolla, which by the way isn’t the same J as in Jason. My wife rolls her eyes a lot at me lately.
We hit the beach and I was surprised there weren’t more people. As most of you know I normally vacation in Florida so this is a bit of an experience for me.
The places we would see.
I hear it is snowing in Denver. We wouldn’t see that.