Yeah I know.  I am a super sucka.  I have gotten a couple emails over the past week wondering why I am not blogging.  I don't think that the two people were asking because they love my writing, I think it was because I provide people with a good barometer on their own life.  I am a good measuring stick for you to discover how much of a schlep-o you are!  My emotional pain is your gain so to speak....

I am on another Blog-cation.  I am taking some time off to work on a larger writing project that I have been wanting to work on for years.  I am really excited about what I have written so far, so for the next few weeks I am going to focus my limited attention span on it.  I am certain that you will all survive without my litany of awkward experiences that I go on about on here for a while. Besides, I think I have gone on about my life on here for long enough.  I mean what else is there really for anyone to know about me that I haven't blathered on here about before.   Except for the time I was convinced to jump out of a cake for a bachelor party to the horrified screams of the party-goers.  But that will be for a NC-17 rated blog entry...be warned...if I do ever write about that you will have to start seeing a mental health professional right away!

So, no I have not died. (yet...even though Gary Coleman's passing hit a little close to home) Nor have I given up blogging.  It's just that I will be spending my time working on something very meaningful to me that is requiring me to crack open parts of my pork skin artery hardened heart that I have never done before.  I am working on something that is at times a lot of fun to write and at others very very difficult...so send me some of your prayers/good thoughts/cookies.  The writing I am doing now is going to demand all of my heart and neurosis for a while.

In case I don't return to tend to this blog garden for a long time here is one parting thought:
 
I am constantly amazed at who I am today, when I compare it to the guy I was even a five years ago when I started blogging on Myspace.  I am a vastly different person.  I am not sure I would be friends with who I was.  Not that I am in any way some amazing dude now, or that I am a "better" person today than I was yesterday.  Thats not it.  It's just that my perspective on my life, my family, and the world is in the midst of a serious pole change.  A lot of the things and the worries I had in my past don't even register as a minor concern anymore...even though they really should.  The 2010 model of the J-Roe is far more at peace with the storms of life than the 2005 model ever was.   I am a much simpler fella now.  I have been able to let go of a lot of the shit that wears on a person, and I am certain that I was able to do so because of my joy of blogging and the thousands of supportive comments, emails, messages, and phone calls I have received from so many of you.  I have connected with so many amazing parents, caregivers, and teachers of autistic children over the past five years.  Your stories have inspired me to be a better father.  Thank you. 

And Thank you for putting up with all of those blog entries that made you question why in the holy hell you ever laid eyes upon it in the first place.  For those who have been with me for the past five years (both here and at the MySpaceorama) you have been able to witness me coming slowly to the truth you had probably figured out from the onset.  I am the guy who did not know he was losing his mind.  I hope I don't get it back.  For the years of blogging I have served up for you here is my anthem:






Goodbye for a while, I am going down the rabbit hole....