Live blogging my email....

Against my better judgement I went and listened to and even took the advice of, a friend of mine. I sent myself an e-mail into the future and as I'm very prone to do, I forgot all about it. Sorry kids but at 1,000,047, you'll just have to cut me a little slack for that!

Now... what the hell was I saying?

Oh ya the letter from "the old" me, right!

Apparently I figured that this had to be so priceless that before opening the whole thing, I told myself to live blog it with you. So here goes what will more than likely amount to....... well.... absolutely nothing!

We'll be flipping in and out a little, as for some donkified reason around these parts, people actually expect legit amounts of work to get done throughout the day. Bizarre I know!

12:30pm. Wed. Sept. 23, 2009

*email

To : bam-bam
From : yourself!
Sent : Sept. 16, 2008

Hey Idiot!

Did you remember that you sent this thing? I didn't think so. I'm pretty sure that I actually forgot all about it a mere week or so after clicking send. No matter, just remember that you promised me that you'd live blog it when it did come!

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*LIVE

Spooky and un-canny how little I've changed in a year! Hell for that matter, in the last 20 or so years to be honest! The memory is quite possibly even worse than first thought too! I can't for the life of me recall why I wanted this live blogged. Oh well.... onwards and downwards!

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So when I sat down to do this thing that Otis did, all I had was a few random questions I wanted to ask you in a year or so. You probably wouldn't believe how long I struggled to get the right questions and pick the right return date.

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh........... I know. I knew that would jog the nut in your squash a little. The return date! Sept. 23, 2009, one short week after your daughters 19th. birthday. I gave you the extra time to get through the moment remember?

So how is it?

What's it like having a person that can vote, drink and do damn near anything else she wants to do for a daughter?

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The recollection of sitting down to write this thing, really started to flow as I re-read that first question. My not-so-mini-peb's had turned 18 the day before I'd sent this. Despite the enormity of the number 18 being associated with my daughter, I sat up that night wondering what another year would bring. A year in which her nation would count on her to make a difference with her vote. A year in which we could very well find ourselves parked at the same bar down the road, but with entirely different people and plans. A year in which quite frankly, (and supposed to be secretly until this!) I'd hoped that time would slow right to a crawl. Like most Father's I guess, I designated the year 19 to adulthood and total self reliance. I mean if the government sees my baby as an adult, how could I or who am I to stop the cog that turns the wheels of life?

The answer is I'm no one!

Well except for the Father of the daughter that will always remain, her Daddy's little girl.

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Did you cry when you answered that?

I knew it! She always could get to you.

Next question. I've been fixated on the lack of 9/11 anything going on this year. It's like everyone has moved on and put it out of their minds. Right now I attribute this to the pain and shock factor involved. It was so terrifying and carried such tremendous pain and sorrow for everyone involved, the faster it can be left behind the better. Did you go to the cemetery again this year? Never mind! Stupid question I know! I hope you said hi for me.

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*LIVE 1:15 pm.

Unfortunately not much has changed this year. The memory of lost friends, loved ones and hundreds of innocent bystanders and rescue workers, seems to have been back-burnered by the vast majority.

And yes that was a pretty stupid question. Of course I said hi for you, in our own unique little way! There weren't as many around the monument this year. I hope it was just my timing. I'd hate to think everyone was too busy to take the time to stop by and say hi as well.

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How are you and Peb's making out? I know you've been worrying ever since she lost her job. Worrying about her mostly. Hoping she'd find something that would make her happy, knowing she'd be watching and worrying over every aspect of life's little budget plans for us. How are you holding up after a year of it buddy?

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Actually, things are not exactly perfect but you want to know something? Things are pretty damn good, compared to what can be seen happening to others. First off, Peb's is on her second job since the ordeal. She comes home happy and smiling and that of course, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. The books are what they are. Things may never get back to the significant amounts of black that was showing on our budget of 2006. So what?

Yes we watch more carefully now and are conscious of our purchases as we go along, who doesn't? We are not stuck head's in the bank books, like some miserly Ostrich accountants. We just use more common sense and less wimsey as we go.

My glass is and shall always remain, 1/2 full my friend.

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Last one.

I don't think I'm going to Vegas this year and it really sucks. Are you going to make it?

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OH yes my man, I most certainly am!

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Really sorry about the "idiot" thing to start. It's been a rough year and looking forward, it looks like an awful long road to hoe as well. You know, Fred's had some issues and I'm really worried about him. And Wilma and Peb's of course! It's going to be one hell of a test of this families abilities to cope, as we all go through this together. But in my heart of hearts I know that that's exactly what is going to happen. This families bond is the single most miraculous thing I have ever experienced in my life. Here's hoping Fred is still around to get a little chuckle out of something stupid you say or do today!

Take care of you, 'cause I care about you.

Bammer

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*LIVE 1:40 pm.

It was a challenging year for certain. I don't think I'd go all the way to tuff though. Support from family and friends makes everything easier than it should be and trust me when I tell you, I really do run like a god in the friends and family department.

Fred is and will continue to battle the ugly "C" word. Three more "somethings" have been found on his Liver and so now, we start the process all over again. For the fourth time. Once again with no shadow of a doubt, I expect this family will come out of it 100% in tact and stronger than we were going in.

That's just how they've taught me to roll.

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....