A few hundred years too late....

I think everyone goes through a time in their life when they think about the era they live in and what they would have become if they were born during a different time. For many years, I thought I was born at the perfect place and time. Now I'm not so sure. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with my life, my friends and family. However, how fun would it have been to be a pirate born a few hundred years ago?

Okay, stop laughing at me and listen up for a minute. I have yet to meet a person that doesn't like to travel. And who doesn't like fortune? A pirate lives to explore the world in search of treasure. Who wouldn't want to run around wearing a long coat, huge hat, sword in one hand, bottle of Rum in the other and parrot on shoulder? I don't know about you, but that sounds like a blast to me.

Okay, I put enough thought into that.

A Pirate Looks At Forty

Jimmy Buffett
1974

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
Youve seen it all, youve seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of em dream, most of em dream

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons dont thunder, theres nothin to plunder
Im an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

Ive done a bit of smugglin, Ive run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin, got to go fishin
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

(instrumental)

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran em away, theyd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years Ive found
My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around
I feel like Ive drowned, gonna head uptown

Coda:
I feel like Ive drowned, gonna head uptown

The Early Years (Part II)

I grew up in a yellow, three-bedroom home in Mission Hills. For those of you unfamiliar with Southern California, this is in the San Fernando Valley of the greater Los Angeles Area. My Parents, my Sister and I lived in this house until 1988 (I was 10 years old).

Our house had a front yard with grass and a porch with a lot of Ivy growing up the posts. My bedroom window was at the front of the house and my sisters bedroom was next to mine. Our parents were in the back of the house on the other side of the kitchen. We had a good sized backyard that was fenced in for the dogs and a detached garage that was transformed into a music studio. I often played out back when my cousins came over.

The house next door to us was like a jungle. There were so many gardens with beautiful flowers all year long. I remember picking the little white ones next to our driveway and bringing them to my Mother. I also remember the house at the end of the street that looked haunted. I never saw anyone go in or out. Then there was the abandoned house a few houses down from us. We had fun in there.

It was a fun neighborhood to grow up in with a lot of kids to play with. My sister and the other kids would ride their scooters and bicycles around the neighborhood. Since I was unable to bend my knees, I would sit my little butt down on my little red skateboard. With my legs out on front of me, I would push myself along with my hands. I rode on the sidewalk and wore gloves so that my hands wouldn't get blisters. I was able to keep up with the other kids pretty well.

The most fun childhood game was when we played "Town". All of the neighborhood kids would setup their own home business and open it up to the other children. For example, Brian would often have an arcade since his garage was well equipped with games. Give him a dollar and you could go play games for 15 minutes or so. Another neighbor, Steve, would usually go to the corner store to buy a bunch of candy and setup a restaurant in his backyard. One time, I remember him performing for his guests by lip-singing to Billy Idol. My sister usually ran a hotel at our house, renting out her and my bedrooms by the minute. Looking back, it sounds a bit scandalous. But I was often the local sheriff, so I kept things in line and often guarded my sisters cash register from the local robbers.

I'd hang out with the other kids, but my sister was my best friend. Due to joint pain, there were many days that I was unable to run the streets and had to entertain myself at home. When I was very young I played with "Little People" and "Hot Wheels". Sometimes, my sister and I would dance around lip-singing and acting out music videos to our favorite songs. We would rarely argue. In fact, I think even our parents would agree that we were very well behaved children. I can only remember a few arguments between us.

I had weekly visits to my doctor in Hollywood and spent many summers in the hospital there. My sister was right along side me during this and I look back and realize how much that helped. Growing up with J.R.A. was not easy and I know that it must have been very difficult for the other members of my family.

Sleeping habits

I only have time for a quick blog before bed. It's about 12:30 in the morning and it has been a quiet night at home. I got a bit of work done and played on the Internet a bunch. Now I am thinking about sleep. I'm not so sure why I want to sleep. I'm not tired. I slept in very late today and am pretty well rested. I think I just want to go to sleep so that I can get back to a normal sleeping cycle. Yeah, right! Like that is ever going to be possible. LOL So why do I enjoy staying up so late? It probably has to do with my disease. It takes me awhile to get moving in the morning. Some mornings are worse than others, of course. But in general, mornings are difficult for me. That's when I feel the pain for all the things I did the previous day. If I'm on my feet a lot one day, I can expect to have a rough time the following morning. It can take several hours just to get out of bed. On bad days, I'm lucky if I make it to the couch. For the most part, night time is my best time. My joints are loose and I'm able to move around pretty good. When I am feeling good, it's hard for me to go to sleep. I dread how I am going to feel the next morning. On the other hand, there are nights when I am in so much pain that I can't sleep at all. Tonight, I feel fortunate that I don't have much pain and I should be able to fall asleep pretty quickly. I am reminded of a Metallica song... "Until It Sleeps". Some say that the song is about drug abuse, while others argue that James wrote it to help deal with the death of his father, who died from cancer. Either way, it's about something that controls the body. And on that note, it's time for Sandman to sleep.....

Where do I take this pain of mine I run but it stays right by my side So tear me open and pour me out There's things inside that scream and shout And the pain still hates me So hold me until it sleeps Just like the curse, just like the stray You feed it once and now it stays Now it stays So tear me open but beware There's things inside without a care And the dirt still stains me So wash me until I'm clean It grips you so hold me It stains you so hold me It hates you so hold me It holds you so hold me Until it sleeps So tell me why you've chosen me Don't want your grip Don't want your greed Don't want it I'll tear me open make you gone No more can you hurt anyone And the fear still shakes me So hold me, until it sleeps It grips you so hold me It stains you so hold me It hates you so hold me It holds you, holds you, holds you until it sleeps (x4) I Don't want it want it want it want it want it No So tear me open but beware There's things inside without a care And the dirt still stains me So wash me 'til I'm clean I'll tear thee open make you gone No longer will you hurt anyone And the hate still shapes me So hold me until it sleeps (x5)

The Early Years (Part I)

I decided to start a new blog here on my website. Here I will share stories of my past, present and hopes for the future. I'll start by giving you a general idea of who I am and where I came from.

I was born on September 4th, 1978 in Northridge Hospital in Southern California. My parents, Daniel and Denise Sands, named me Mathew Dean Sands. "Matthew" was my fathers favorite book in the bible. Apparently my mother did not have as much knowledge of the bible, thus the reason for only one "T" in my name.

My mother was just 20 years old when I was born and my father only a year older than her. I was also greeted by a 2 1/2 year old sister, Christina Marie Sands. I am not certain that having a little brother was very exciting for her. When I was brought home from the hospital, my parents found her writing on my forehead with a pen. When asked why she did this to her new brother, her response was "I don't like the baby". I like to think she has warmed up to my presence since then. Actually, she has become the most important thing to me on this planet. I'll get more into that later.

My parents were young, unmarried and had two children. To make life a bit more interesting, my father was a musician in a popular Hollywood-based rock band called Felony. My earliest memories include all-night band practice in my living room. I'm able to pretty much sleep through anything now thanks to that. You can probably imagine what a child can be exposed to when raised amongst musicians.

When I was 13 months old, I woke up in the middle of the night to a swollen right knee. My Mom had been concerned because I had recently started walking, but began to crawl again. I took a fall off my rocking horse and my Mother was worried that I injured myself. So, I was taken to a hospital and was told that I had an infection in my knee. But my parents were convinced that there was something else wrong. They took me to Children's Hospital of Los Angeles (C.H.L.A.), where I was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (J.R.A.).

The disease quickly progressed and I soon had Arthritis in all of my joints. Throughout my childhood, I spent many months in the hospital recovering from surgeries and undergoing intense physical therapy sessions. C.H.L.A. became my second home.

To be continued....