Hey all you web heads out there in cyber-land. Thought I would put a little something out there to let you all know that I am still alive.

So in my last posting I told you the news about Angie and I getting engaged after making a trip to the mall. What I did not tell you was what we did after going to the mall. We saw that the Goody’s store in Piqua was going out of business, turns out it was their last day of business. So we went in to see what there might be left. Turns out the store was practically bare, they were selling the racks and all. Anyone who has ever been in a Goody’s store knows how pretty open they are, without the racks of clothing they are pretty much a warehouse. So here we are shopping in this warehouse setup, all the racks that still have clothing on them are right there in the center of the store and the rest is pretty open with the exception of a few empty racks clustered together in the corners. While checking out Matthew was pushing Jonathan around the wide open alleyway in his stroller. Angie and I were at the checkout, there was only one open and it was the one which you have to stand in the main aisle to use. The setup is a lot like Kohl’s in this regard. Well, while checking out Matthew walks up and is on the phone with his mentally unstable mother and she is yelling at him for walking around the store by himself. There is one way in and out of this store and we are standing right next to it and we can see practically the entire store and she is yelling at him for walking his little brother around because he is not right next to us like we are in the ghetto that she moved to. So I grabbed the phone and said if there was going to be any yelling she could do it to me and ended the call, he did not need to be put through that.

I will fast forward to this past week, Matthew is down in Kentucky with his step dads parents riding a dirt bike, a gasoline powered dirt bike, not the pedal kind. His protective gear consists of a helmet and…well that’s it. So on his dirt bike in shorts and a T-shirt with only a helmet to protect him, he wrecks. Nothing too serious thankfully but he did end up getting a pretty nasty burn from the exhaust. Don’t get me wrong here, I am ok with him riding a dirt bike, as long as he is properly protected from injury. This includes a chest protector, pants, boots, pads, gloves, helmet and goggles. So she is 4 hours away while he is permitted to endanger himself and gets injured, yet she has the audacity to throw a fit about him being several yards from me in a secure and monitored environment.

Can someone help me out here? Can I get some thought on what exactly is wrong in her mind? In my shoes what would you do, morally, legally? How could I have married someone like this, how did she hide her idiocy for so long so well?

Well, I have included some pictures of his injuries so everyone can see what I have to be upset about.

Take care web.