Bonfires and tears

"It was the twelfth of September.
That day I'll always remember, yes I will.
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you, tell me the truth."

Driving home from work today, stereo off, windows down, and I smelt a bonfire. It's August people, stop f cking with my emotions will ya! Bonfires are for winter. And I both Love and Hate winter time. Sure it's a beautiful time of year, I can appreciate that, but it does something very strange to me. I'm working on breaking the habit so that I can enjoy the holiday season with my family and children more. I hope it's not something that's irreparable.
I'd love to be able to enjoy all 12 months of the year, so if any of you take that for granted then shame on you. Grown ass man crying in the car all because of a smell. Taking that to my therapist that's for sure.

So I started this blog entry a little earlier today, and it's got my mind firing on all cylinders. That'd normally mean something good was about to happen. But it's not. I'm saving the good sh t still but don't sweat it people, it's coming. Speaking of it being August, I really had hoped I'd find the will power to try and learn Spanish this year. Not left myself all that long to complete that little task have I? My wife's God son inadvertenly reminded me of my forgotten wish when he said "Hey make the kids watch Toy Story in Spanish". Maybe he was looking to torture them, or me, he was about to leave and would have walked scott free away from the mayhem that would have rained down on me from my children. But I am happy that he said something and that it triggered the lost desire.

Any suggestions on how to approach the learning, how to find the time and mind frame required? I have all the Cds and books and junk so the tools are here and at hand. Maybe just a little bit at a time, bite size portions. Yeah that sounds good. Ok I'm done once again and time to shower. I know you're thinking about my soaped up hairy butt. Freaks, the lot of ya.

Oh and taking it back to the start of this entry, you can't always believe what your mama says. Those of you that know, just know.