Sunday, July 31, 2005

Moist Towelette

Sometimes I feel used. I really hate it when an individual does this to me. The worst part is when they intended on it from the start.
Granted, there are times I may seem to ask for it.
My opinion of it is worse if it is for some vendetta that has nothing to do with me.

Why do I write this?

The person or people who did what they did changed my opinion of them and the chances of reconciliation are dwindling. I try to forgive and be the bigger person. I am human and that will never change.

Monday, July 18, 2005


I will be spending the next few days away from civilization in a matter of speaking. I am looking forward to relaxation and peace.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005


I am currently revisiting my family. I say revisit for a reason.

It has been quite strange, the family that I enjoy the company the most has been my cousin Pat who is getting married to Jamie(which I like also) on Saturday.

I have remet my aunt Lori and she looks very good. In fact I think she got younger.

I will see the bulk of the family on Saturday, hard to tell how that will go. I probably won't be trying to revisit with anyone though. I just want the best for Jamie and Pat.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Pay and Benefits

For some reason I knew I could not leave Yuma without a hitch. I had asked for 1 month advanced pay and for repayment in 24 months. What I received was, 60% of 1 month pay and repayment in 12 months. That missing 40% means I will not be able to pay off everything I needed to pay before leaving the good ol' USA and I will have more taken out for repayment in my paycheck every month. This puts a damper on things a little. I am having a problem with fixing this due to the fact I have already picked up my orders and all data about me has been shredded at the respective administration sections.

July 11th 0930 CST- Reply to comments-

If you didn't know it, I am a little less than a quarter of a million in debt. Granted a good chunk of that is the house. I spent 9500 on my driveways and only 3500 of that was my money. The rest of that recent expense I am trying to pay off. ( At least to the contractor that gave me a break with it.)

Monday, July 04, 2005


I discovered this blog, and would like to share it.
It needs no more words to describe it.

NOTE: Click on the word PostSecret to follow the link.

My Fingers Ache and I Can't Hear You.

Why do I keep an insisting on typing this babble on to this site?

I have been doing it for a month now. Not very long.

One friend of mine rings in her comments, we will call her "Michelle." Michelle seems to peruse the thoughts that I have laid out and tells me something. That something is better than nothing.
Why do I write this?

The original idea was this was to use this as a communication tool for when I am far, far away. Which I am. Sounds like a good idea.

You, the person reading this, doesn't even have to leave a name. No logging in. It is simple.

Maybe no one is really reading this. Maybe everyone really hates me. Maybe I am the bad guy and your dog barks at me funny. Maybe I am wasting space. (in cyber space)


ha ha

(It was a pun.)

Okay I get it, no one likes my spin on words. Well, TELL ME THAT.

Tell me something, for example:
You are an egotistical slob who knows nothing and steps on a pedestal of light that doesn't exist.

Now wasn't that simple.

I am starting to ramble, I know, I tend to do that. Let me know what you think.

Questions and Answers about Commenting

I use HaloScan for my commenting for the ease of use and managerial side of this "blog." Here is a few FAQs.

Q: How big can my comments get ?
A: Currently, there is a limit per comment with an unlimited number of comments per comment page.

A: There is no limit per comments.

Q: Are there any smilies ?
A: Yes. In fact you can click on the question mark in the comment page, which will bring up a menu allowing you to click on the smiley you want, and it will also show all the html tags that you can use while commenting.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Kindness, The Act of

This morning I went to Cracker Barrell to have a "Country Boy's Breakfast" with cold apple cider and some apple jam with my biscuits. I just had the urge, and since a friend of mine woke me this morning prematurely with a phone call, I figured I had plenty of time for it.

About 10 minutes after sitting down, an elderly couple sits at the table next to me. The older man asks me where I am from and I do the same. A conversation then ensues. I find out he and his wife have been married for 50 years, he is a Navy veteran of Korea, his kids and their kids have all served in the military, and his wife really doesn't like the Yuma heat.

Well, I eat my breakfast and about the time I was reaching for the check this guy picks it off my table. Of course I question him, and his reply was, "I once was hitch hiking home after leaving the service, and a fellow that had picked me up drove me about forty miles and dropped me off. After some time passing, he drove back and gave me 20 dollars."

After another minute, I ask him to reconsider and that I could get it. His wife then replied with, "You can get our check the next time."

I shook both their hands and said my farewell. They wished me luck.

I know that I will probably never see this couple again, but I wish I could.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

The Good Book Part II

Again, I have been confronted about writing a book. The strange part is that this was done by a completely different person, and of whom barely knows who I am.

What is it about me that makes people want to know me?

Is it: My Fate?, My Charisma?, My ability to piss someone off and they still think of me as a good friend?,
Or maybe it is: The fact I am Invincible?, My tender touch to someone's heart?, My undying defeat of the world that I will own someday?

What is it that makes me this interesting person?

I am starting to believe it may be my resilience to life. Whatever "evils" that befall of me, I end up triumphing or at least walk away.

This would be a great place to comment. If enough people convince me maybe I will write that book.

Friday, July 01, 2005

The Good Book

Recently, a friend suggested that I start to write a book. I replied with, "what kind of book?" She didn't know.

I have always thought of writing an autobiography. I actually have about 1000 pages of crap that I have written over the years. I friend of mine and about 4 bases ago told me when I left that he would buy a book about me if I ever wrote it. So that's one sale for sure.

Okay, so let's say I write this book, what do I call it?
What not do with your life.
How many ways can you screw your life over.
The military is fiction and so is your personal life.
Investments, and how piss your money away.
-These titles might not do, but titles are important. People always judge a book by its cover.

The funny thing is "I hate typing." Here I am and I have a web log. It is kind of like my life. When I was a teenager I hated authority and rules. So what did I do, I joined the military.

I told my friend that maybe after some time I would take what I wrote here and put that in a book or make an "e-book." Stupid, huh. I thought so too.