Bostonlost:

Bostonlost

12-31-1960

18-10

United States

New Mexico, Corrales

Irish Catholic that has relocated to Albuquerque, NM area. I love my son (14) and (12 yr old) daughter, of course. I am a single father, great health (Thank God for my wonderful parents, God Bless them, both!!). I have a sweet disposition (I think!). I love music and I love to sing. I really enjoy singing out loud and everywhere I go. My singing voice sucks. No, really, it does. My children ALWAYS remind me how Bad it is. I still like to sing even though I make up most of the words. This really drives my kids nuts! I can't wait till they have their 1st dates cause you know I am going to be called the "cool" dad! I like everything except narrow minded people, predjudice and liver. Ex Federal Criminal Investigator (Lot of experience/training) Even in Public Speaking. Let me know if you need a 'Body-Guard', will work for food!! Even liver! Relocate if necessary and I do not eat to much!! NEWEST UPDATE!!! - Excellent Career in Investments and Wonderful Opportunities.....OKAY, great opportunity but taking so long I am now willing to do most anything to include EXCELLENT back/body/foot rubs, Cabanna Boy/Man, Pet Sitter (will you be my PET?), Luggage 'Shlepper' (Especially during fun and exotic vacations!) S.O.B (Save Our Bostonian)!!!

You know I am on a quest but for whom, time shall decide. If you enjoy this memory then you maybe able to accept me....One of my most favorite memories "goes" like this:I am three years old and Eileen, my older sister is seven and in first grade. Dad has already gone off to the office. It is the morning on a warm September day and the sun is shining through the window onto my bare legs, which are crossed comfortably, as I sit in Dad's big leather chair. I am wearing a pajama top and jockey underwear as I sit before the giant TV watching The Three Stooges. My mom, who was in the kitchen feeding my 1 year-old brother Brian, suddenly appears before me, with a bowl of dropped egg on toast cut into small pieces. The warm yolk soped up the toast. "Well, Mikey you are the man of the house, now", my Mom kids. There I am sitting in Dad's leather "Lazy Boy" and watching the Stooges, while eating my favorite breakfast. I can clearly remember that I actually stopped to notice this wonderful moment and thought that life could not get any better than this, right now, in our living room.I was right. Still today, dropped eggs on toast is my favorite comfort food. Every time that I go visit Boston I'll drive by that old two-family house and just stare.