The Ball is Rolling

Well we got the ball rolling and got the applictions filled out for adopting overseas. We will see how it goes. I finally found a place that seems to care about the children. We may have to spend some time out in China to escort the child home but that wont be for a while. I hope we wont get our hopes up.I will just keep trying. Im sure there are a lot of other couples out there trying that are not as lucky having children like we do. I will keep it posted.The name of the agency is American World Adoption Association and the cost is between 21,000. and 23,000 dollars which isnt bad considering the cost of raising a child to the age of 3 or 4 years old. The whole process should take 13 months.

Adoption...Not so easy..

Sherry and I were sitting on the couch reading the news and watching a program on "The Lost Children of China". Now these adoring little children are homeless and living on the streets.
There was one particular story we saw, which was about a 3 year old girl living on the street and drinking water out of a puddle, which was right in front of a really expensive restaurant. The patrons of the restaurant did absolulty nothing for this child, they just ignored her and went on ordering the very expensive (mystery meat) meal.
I left the room in tears thinking how can someone just sit there and not do something. So I got on the web and looked for adoption agencies or Church organizations to help get one of these children out of there. My research left me in a worse state than I started out at.
40,000.00 to 50,000.00 US dollars to get one of these children out of the streets. Why would this government, church be so greedy and not just care about the safety and wellbeing of the child. They wanted me to refinance my home and then spend 2 weeks out there, go thru more red tape. Listen heres the money for airfare, I will fly out. Save the child and fly back. How fucking hard is that. IM sure the child doesn't care about red tape or money. Just food, water and clean living.
Well IM not going to give up. Sherry and I will go to whomever and save one of these children. We always wanted a girl and never had one. We will save one of these kids. If we can't have a girl then we will save a little boy. Then we will try again to adopt a girl.
These kids deserve a chance like any other child. And we are going to give them that chance.
If anybody knows how we can get around the red tape please send it.

Getting the "Itch"

No, not the itch to use drugs or 7 year itch. Im getting the itch to go back on the road. Concert merchandising, the one and only job I can say I loved every minute of. Yes sometimes it got boring when you worked 9 Moody Blues shows streight, but the experiences and people that Ive met are memorable. I'm thinking on adding another site about those experiences, but there would be repercusions and I will have to change the bands names to protect the innocent. I.E Aerosmih, Guns and Roses, Poison, Motley Crue,Def Lepard and so on and so on....
The good thing about if I do it now is I have all that partying stuff out of my system. I have a greater reposability now than I had in the past and I am more responsible. I also had the oppertunity to work for the best company in this feild. We were (are) the best in the world and we had fun.
Ok, now the downside. Being awasy from the kids. It's a great job buuuuttttt.. I will b apart from the for a long time. Unless I hook up with a band that only does big gigs but not a lot of dates. Than maybe I can go home for a couple days a week---------- maybe.
Just thinking, don't get me wrong I do love this job--excellent pay, great managment team. If it wasnt for he fact that I do have the boys and Sherry to worry about I would be right out there seliing that swag...

Kindness deserves generosity

I suggested to Rachel that we should at least donate some money for the BIG SHOW and at least she can didn't it to a charity in her name. She was gracious enough to email me the name in which we should make the money orders out to.
The name of her company is: Candycat LTD.
The address should be the same where we send the stuff to her at:
4 Friars Lane, Richmond, Surrey, TW91NL, U.K.

any more questions please comment.

Also I was thinking on doing a Bloggers Cruise to Alaska. Im sure if we get enough of us we can charter a really nice boat. Sure the airfare will be separate, but the chance to go to glacier Bay is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Maybe Rachel, Pete, Mikey,Rene, Simon or Stu will go.
Anyway just a thought...

I get what I want or (Beg for)

Ok I put my foot down and said:
I've had it I need a studio to record in...
So...
What do you mean so..
So go ahead...
I will...
go...
Im going to....
goooooo...
Can I?....
yes..
It wont be big....
ok...
and I wont spend alot...
I know....
So whats goin on????
nothin...
ok, ummm do you want to go shopping....
I was going to anyway...
need any money....
yeah...
how much?
this much....
oh, ok Ill build the studio later...
fine....

Its all about the boys....

I was on blogville this morning and reading Gary's blog and I saw a comment from Joseph. So I went to his site and read about he and his dad. I felt he missed him so much and I envy him.
I told him my real dad left us when I was 3 my sister Kathy 4 and Gina 1 1/2. He would pick us up on Sundays and take us to my grandmothers home where we palyed with our cousins and he would sleep on the couch, nursing a hangover.
My mother would tell me stories of when I would be sitting on the front porch steps with my baseball glove waiting for him to come. Of course he wouldnt and I would cry and hide in my bedroom. The glove would end up in the bushes and not be taken back out. I do remember coming across the glove in the fall. It was wet, moldy and had a musty leathery stench to it that reminded me of a cold fall day. Wet leaves stuck inside, bugs sticking out of the holes and the leather strings dangling from the wrist.
I changed my name to my step-dads when I was 25. I figured he was a better father since he took the responability when I was 10 years old. He was always to busy. He was the owner of some of the most respectfull auto dealerships in the area. So he had little time for me and my needs. My mom did all the work with the cubscouts and stuff. I remember going to the cubscout Holloween costume competition. All the other boys fathers did thier costumes and they were high tech. My mother, being the great seamstress that she was she made me as a teabag. She took a white sheet and with a wire coathanger and some old Maple leaves from the yard turned me into a teabag.
I won 2nd place and I was happy that my mother was the one who helped me. I could sense though that the other boys would be looking at me in a way like that had me beat or they were better than me because they had dads there and I didnt. I know it sounds evil but its true, even the dads thought the same. In the early 70s the dads thought a woman was a joke in the raising of a boy the way a man would. But we showed them.
I have a logitech camera on my computer and the kids have one also. I will call them up and I will tell the bedtime stories or play guitar for them and we can see each other. I will also start help them with the homework if they need it. I love the camera, but with all good things they have glitches. I will sob to myself after we say goodnight and kiss the camera. Its great to have this but not to hold them or kiss them goodnight tears away at my soul. Im doing everything in my power not to be like my dad (s). And I wont let it happen. Tonight I will do the same. This time Im going to show Mikey how to play guitar. I bought him a nice acoustic and this camera thing will work out great......

When Depressed---SPEND-SPEND-SPEND

Well its been a long time, for me, posting anyway. Ive been a little depressed latley and I cant put my finger on it. Hard to get up in the morning and no ambition, except for playing guitar. Which brings me to my reason for bloggon. I went out again and bought another guitar. This time I bought a nice GRETSCH hollow body. Real nice piece. I wanted to get that ROCKABILITY feel and I did. This guitar puts out that type of sound thru the MARSHAL amp. No distortion a little reverb and your back 50 years. Beautiful, almost as nice as the J185 I just got. Needless to say Sherry is a little upset. But between the handbags and other stuff sheis happy.
I wonder why it makes me feel better when I spend? Do I deserve to spend money on myself? I only spend when Im really happy or really depressed not in the middle. Im sure a female blogger will have the answer, I hope.....