Viking In LaFleche   Milford, IA   347 days till my birthday. Lifes too short not to enjoy it. Age: 52 old but not so old to enjoy some sort of mods. Sex: Male I always wanted a tattoo and an earring. Ever since the early pirate movies. My job or financial situation prevented me from pursuing either desire. You see, I'm a cop. I started late at age 49. Started out with a tattoo by my artist son. His first and my first. A wonderful experience. Next came my grandson's name and date of birth. Simple but stylish. I recently added my new granddaughter's name and date of birth with parchment design surrounding them. Along with this tattoo I had my nipples pierced. An immediately painful but oh so pleasurable experience. I have several tattoos in mind for the near future. Ones to mark events in my life. Buddies Viking's Valkyrie Halloween/Cast Party Wailin' Away  Mod-Tracker Ink My First: Cross my son did.

Layin It On The Line

2008/04/08 11:33 You never say what’s on your mind. You never express what your feelings are when your down or upset. They hurt us unless you get them out of you. You need to talk to me. Your words hurt. Where are they coming from? I finally have done what you ask. I talk freely about anything and everything on my mind. I have to get it out of me. If I hold these things in I get drug down into that dark place I had been in. Part of that dark place could be the reason those hurtful things came out of my mouth. Mostly they came out of my ass. The hurt inside. The lack of self assurance. The lack of self esteme. The pain of my life in the last 10 years. It is said you hurt those closest to you. I’m living proof of that. I lost my Mom last June to cancer. She was 70. That is too young. She did everything right. Ate right. Kept herself trim. Excersized. None of that mattered. What this taught me was that life is to short not to be happy. I hadn’t been happy for a very long time. Not truely happy. I had glimpses of happiness. I won’t give you examples. Suffice it to say they were few and far between. I resigned myself to living out my days in this way of life. I didn’t like the idea but figured it was my lot in life. Two years ago I found happiness. I have been ecstatic. Everything was brighter. Smells were more vibrant. Tastes were more distinct and appealling. I found a reason to continue on. Don’t get me wrong, my grandkids are a supreme source of happiness. Their love just wasn’t countering the unhappiness. The rage. The dislike. I had to take steps to move on in my pursuit of happiness. Peace. I have begun to take those steps. They are slow moving but they have indeed begun to turn. Friends say be careful. You have to take care of you. Oh yea. Easier said than done. All I can do is lay my heart on the line and hope for the best. If I get burned, so be it. I knew the risks when I exposed myself. I feel compelled to do that. I won’t be forgotten. I have to be like the post it note on the computer screen. Always in view. I just have to see it to the end. See what happens. Post/View Comments (0)

Colds Suck

2008/02/12 13:35 I caught a chest cold. I guess I would rather have that type than a head cold. I hate having my head stuffed up to the point I can't breath through my nose. However the scratchy throat and heaviness on my chest as well as the constant coughing is driving me nuts. I have another performance in two days. End of the run. I would love to go out in a blaze of glory since the show has been doing so well. I hope I can turn this around in a that amount of time and not have it affect my voice too much. But, it's that time of year. Hurray. On a much lighter note, my son decided he's going to get his ink guns after all. I told him even if he doesn't do anything with them for awhile, once he has them they can't be taken away. When the urge strikes him he can do a little work and get the feel and confidence back. I can't wait. I would prefer to have him do my work, whatever that may be. Post/View Comments (0)

Count Down to Opening

2008/01/30 11:16 We are just a few days away from our play "Buddy", the Buddy Holly Story, opening. We have been doing dress rehearsals now for a few days. It's fun to see the curiosity on some of the guy's faces in the cast who, when I have my shirt off, can't help but check out my pierced nipples. My few tattoos, I have three, are a way to ask questions. The young guys, early 20's, late teens are fascinated that a cop, Chief of Police for that matter, would have his nipples pierced. I just explained to them it was something I was always fascinated with as well as having tattoos since I was very young. Thank God for Pirate movies. I find it a really great way to humanize my profession and make myself appear more attainable. So many people see a uniform and assume we can't be approached unless there is a specific question or problem they have. I really hate that. I'm just like everyone else. It's just my job. I thoroughly enjoy it and have for over 30 yrs but it's still just my job. Just like you working in an office or a factory. Serving pizza or selling clothing. Whatever the case may be. Sorry, I kinda got off on a tangent there. Back to the play. It's a great story and the music kicks ass. Being in front of an audience is where its at. Check out www.spencercommunitytheatre.com. If your close come see a great show. Post/View Comments (0)

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