I guess that will be the end of that
Thursday, December 31st, 2009Well I guess like many other bloggers have done today, I should say farewell to 2009 with one final post for the year. I don’t really believe in New Years resolutions, so I am not going to promise to be a better blogger next year. I will try to be better, not only at blogging but at everything I do. That should be my goal everyday, to be better than I was yesterday. I just have a couple of quick things I wanted to share with you before I say good bye to this year.
I started this blog in January and like I have said many times I didn’t really know what would come of it. The fact that I am still writing on here after a year says a lot about how important this thing is to me. It is one of the few things I take seriously. I didn’t expect a lot of people to stumble onto this blog, but a lot of people did. I didn’t expect to get comments or emails from people, but I have. If one person had told me that they got something positive out of this blog in the last year it would all have been worth it to me. I have received notes from several people that said they were encouraged by what I had written and I can’t even put into words what that meant to me.
For the most part I try to keep my personal life just that. I have mentioned a couple of family members on here, but aside from that I try to make this as personal as I can without getting too personal, if that makes any sense. I do have to mention something that happened this year though that is a very personal thing. After going through a fairly long and drawn out, needlessly painful divorce a few years ago I took a break from women. I wasn’t looking for a women, and certainly wasn’t ready to jump into a relationship. That all changed this year when I met an incredibly amazing woman (in every possible way), and before I knew it I was in a new relationship. When it comes to women and relationships I think I have definitely covered the entire spectrum. I dated a girl one time that wanted to get married and have lots of children. We were not on the same page. People are funny sometimes, especially when dealing with things or people that are a little bit out of the ordinary. her and her mother were worried that if we had children that my kids would come out looking like me. So they did the rational thing, they didn’t come to me with their concerns, they went and talked to my mom about it. I didn’t hear about the conversation until later, but my mom had to explain to them that birth defects like mine were not necessarily hereditary. I have been from that extreme to dating someone that is completely accepting of me no matter what. The amazing woman I met this year never asked about my hands until I brought them up in conversation one day. The response I got was, she didn’t care about it because there was more to me than my physical differences. I mentioned before the difference in peoples acceptance levels and it still amazes me how people can view things so differently. I am very picky about the people I choose to have in my life, and I like it when people make my job easier. The reason the people that I have in my life are here now is because of that level of complete acceptance, and the ones that didn’t make it this far with me didn’t make for the same reason.
This has been a good year. I hope and pray that next year is even better. I hope the same for all of you. I know I have said it before, but thank you to those of you that continue to follow along and share part of my life. I hope you have a happy and safe New Years, and I will talk to you next year!

I guess in all reality the school system really is just preparing these kids for the rules that they will face as an adult. I feel little Taylor’s pain, I haven’t always wanted to wear my hair the way other people want me to wear it. I personally think there is way more to people than the way they dress or wear their hair. There was time when I grew my hair out long and I had to deal with people not liking it. I never really saw that as my problem. No days I like to wear my hair short, but I still like to grow my goatee out at times. I have always loved my long goatee, but most peopleI know don’t really care for it. It doesn’t really matter to me, because I am not growing it out for anyone other than myself. When I look at someone that has long hair, facial or otherwise, I don’t automatically assume they must not be productive members of society. When that picture was taken I was working at a bank. Most of the people that worked at our bank were wound a little too tight and were more concerned with how people looked rather the person themselves. I adhered to the dress code, and I even thought my goatee was in compliance. The dress code only stated that facial hair must be neatly trimmed. I kept my goatee trimmed around the edges so it didnt look all wild and bushy, although I will admit it had its moments. I followed the dress code, I did not have any visible tattoos at the time, but I had that long goatee. I was at that job for 6 years. I was married, was buying a house, owned my car, paid all my bills, helped out other people in the community when I had a chance and not once did I end up in jail or rehab. By all accounts I was a productive member of society, but I still had people complain about my goatee. That never really made sense to me. Not once has my goatee ever reached out and slapped someone or caused anyone any physical harm. The only thing people could say about it was that they just did not like it. We had surveys every year I was there to see how we were doing our jobs. I always did fairly well on these surveys. I was always friendly and personable when I was working on someones computer and tried to be as professional as possible, but some people were still more concerned about the way I looked than the fact that I was able to do my job. These were people that relied on me doing my job so that they could do theirs and they were still more concerned with how I looked. I still to this day don’t understand that. If I take my car to a mechanic I could care less that he has grease on his clothes or long shaggy hair. What I care about is how good of a mechanic he is because I need my car fixed. I just think people are ridiculous sometimes when it comes to appearances.

