Friday, July 8, 2011

Day 46

The whole idea of being labelled with a mental illness is one of the reasons most people fight their condition. Who wants to be known by a label other than well hung billionaire?

I was 1st diagnosed as an md manic depressive and I was OK with it. Then the "mental illness board of directors" decided to change the name to Bi-polar. Apparently it wasn't enough to tell me I was mentally ill... now they had to give my condition a name that makes me sound like a bisexual bear.

Day 47

The joke is "Do you know what it is like to get run over by a Volvo?" "It's bumper... ground...muffler...ground... out!" "The last thing I saw was a tire with Goodyear on it and I remember thinking...probably not this year".

The joke was my start in comedy and one of the reasons I believe in making light of events in life. I mean that could have messed me up and... well it did... but I got some laughs...

Monday, July 4, 2011

Day 48

The boys in my life are now men and the cleanse continues as I try to sort out the emotions of what they are to me. Ryan was my natural child and Steele is my chosen son. Both gave me joy and love but not in any normal sense.

Ryan was born 30 years ago and was what I called a Pit Baby. He had full motor control and ability far before he had any way of understanding. At 6 months old he was running and it wasn't until he was 2 years that I could begin to reason with him. Lots of concussions, accidents and scrapes between the two.

Steele was the cutest, funniest and most intelligent boy I had ever met. We bonded over archery, comics and the love of conversation. Unlike Ryan I saw Steele mature into a wonderful and unique man.

So the comedy behind this... I have 2 sons one that was the boy who made me a man and the other was the boy who made me man up.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Day 49

I was on TV today... and not for the YouTube of me trying to spark a clue... TV seen across the great Dominion of Canada Day. It was about what kind of guy stands in line for a tiny cowboy fascinator. I looked into the camera and said it was for my daughter and that is where the cleanse begins.

My family thinks I have no daughters but I know I have 2. Kristen was my 1st and Zoey is most in my heart and both are legitimate and a reflection of my understanding of their place.

I have not seen Kristen in 20 years and I see her every day. We met while I was employed by her Grandfather installing washers and dryers for laundromats. His daughter came into the warehouse with Kristen and she found me. I was at the back of the shop when suddenly this cute little girl ran into my arms. I tried to give her back to her mom and she refused so for the next hour Kristen and I got to know each other. I eventually married her mom but I fell in love with Kristen that day.

For 8 years Kristen was the girl of my dreams, so much so that I adopted her as soon as I could. We played, lived and laughed together. Every Sunday was dad and Kristen day where we would go swimming and to parks or somewhere interesting. Then it was over, no need to rehash the divorce.

Zoey was in my 1st class teaching stand-up comedy to children. With Zoey our relationship took more time to develop but we both loved writing, reading and corny jokes. When I started dating her mom later in the relationship we became lined. When Zoey had a boyfriend pass away while I was the only "adult" with her, we became father and daughter.

A comic cleanse is coming to terms with the joy and pain in life and finding a way to bring closure to it. So the best part of having 2 beautiful daughters... neither of them look like me! Funny, true and a part of my life that I will cherish forever.