3 Sides to Every Coin. Part II

While I have been applying pressure, ever so slightly in a kind of circular motion, I have not witnessed any excitement.

I cannot decide on any changes, structure -wise to the blog. I didn't get a whole lot of suggestions, when I asked.

Still looking for suggestions.

Social Studies

I had this class in school called social studies. We learned about other countries, our country and geography was included. There were lots pretty pictures of a variety of culture.

I have to blame my job for knowing about several different cultures first hand. As well as, knowing different and varying political views of different countries. The one thing that seems the utmost important is the history.

Let's learn from our mistakes.

On Being Me, Part II

I admit I tend to be "pessimistic" at times, which I relate to realism. My comments as of late may seem to be on the down turn and they are. I haven't had coitus since May. ( I have masturbated regularly, normal every day stuff here.) I have not had a meaningful conversation with a woman since February. (Talking, writing, poetry, whatever) I am in pain everyday for a stupid injury. Even with drugs I haven't had a good sleep in more than a month. Homecomings in general are depressing. (See this post.) My living situation has not been resolved as of yet. I fear the worse for my truck I bought two years ago that I have only driven for three months. ( This falls into the theory that if I fuck up something that is mine, I will be upset, but if someone else fucks up something that is mine I will be irate.) I don't think I believe in "love" anymore. I have been searching for a god and have not found one yet. My job by the general population is under appreciated. There tends to be no respect for the "elders" anymore. I really don't want sympathy, I just want "you " to fix it. I want America to fix themselves. I just don't see it happening, not in my lifetime. I try to fix something, then another will undermine that fix. It is truly a sad world we live in.

Bible and a Gun, Part II

I am all about saving the world. I mean look at Superman, he has saved the world at least a dozen times now. (What, he's not real? Say it isn't so.)

Why can 't we save ourselves?

Why don't we have a charity to "Save the US of A?"

What is the point of being the world's greatest super power, if we have no super powers?

How come we don't cut the hands off of thieves in this country?

Why don't we burn an "A" into the hands of adulterer's?

Why are insurance company buildings so large and pretty?

When are we going to be equal?

When there are equality discussions, how come the tests are not the same, that give the results which are discussed?

Why do keep bad people and drive away the good?

Pictures of Marines

http://www.mcnews.info/mcnewsinfo/marines/gouge/marines.htm

One of my favorites is 26.

Global Warming Here?

Somebody, much smarter than me, needs to explain this global warming thing to me. I mean warming is the opposite of cold right?

It has been in the mid to high twenties the last three days and it is expected to get worse. I am actually hoping for snow. I think it would be a great photo opportunity, snow in Iraq.

I can't recall if if was this temperature last year, but I do remember it being cold. Now that I have been "climatized" it should feel warmer than it has.

Bible and a Gun, Part I

I have had the gun for some time now.
I have been wandering this earth.
I have been looking.
I have not found what I am looking for.

30 Days in the Hole

Today I forgot my towel when I went to the showers. Normally, this would be not a big deal, but the showers are a good distance of about 40 yards from the building in which I live. Also it was been in the mid to low thirties outside. I used my "old" shirt to dry off and placed my head near the heater to " air dry". I made due. This is the first time I have forgot something when going to the showers in the 360 plus days of being out here. Wacky.

For Fun

The Recipe For The Wyldth1ng

3 parts Laughter2 parts Difance1 part Passion Splash of Moxie Shaken, not stirred

What's" the Recipe for Your Personality?

I Want a New Drug

I could have sworn there was a Huey Lewis tune titled that. I am currently sick, the doctors were right Ambien gives me hallucinations and the Percocet leaves me loopy. The pain is still there, I just don't care about it. I feel that I need to eat something, but wen I do eat I feel nauseous. I feel that my brain still works as fast as it did before but my body is slower. I think I am starting to be an Eeyore.

RevGals Friday Five: Resolutions

1. Do you make New Year resolutions?
No, and constantly improving myself.

2. Is this something you take seriously, or is it a bit of fun?
My new year starts February 7th which I take seriously.

3. Share one goal for 2008.
To be able to sleep comfortably next a reciprocating female without any pressures of society.

4. Money is no barrier, share one wild/ impossible dream for 2008.
See number three.

5. Someone wants to publish a story of your year in 2008, what will the title of that book be?
Shouldn't this be for 2007? I think that this book title might end up a being a parted book or series, since there is never a dull moment. Maybe, "The Best of Times". Or " The Worst of Times."
We shall see.

(Side note by author: Not my usual thought process, refer to previous posts.)

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part VI

I had written something elsebut I seemed to have misplaced it somehow. Wacky. I had to look up the Finkelstien's test. I didnt' remember the test just the doc probing and and saying things like "does that hurt?"

I slept for a rock solid two hours today. I am pretty happy about that.

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part V

I personally feel I did pretty good, healthy wise, for this deployment. I didn't go see any doctors for anything until November, eleven months into the deployment. That is good right? I haven't been getting much sleep lately. My non broken wrist that I have a splint for throbs with a searing pain for most of my day. Yesterday, my "cocktail " has changed a bit to get me back to the states without crying. I am not a big fan of crying. When I eat I take two (seven and half mg) tablets of meloxicam (mobic). Every six to eight hours I am taking percocet( I can't read the dosage, it is worn off since I keep this my pocket at all times.) To help get me sleeping I take zolpedem (ambien). The crappy part is I still fucking hurt. It pisses me off, you can't even tell visually that I fucked something up, what kind of stupid injury is this? In my mind's eye, I think that if I can just get "home" everything will be better. But will it?

Military Airfare Reduction

Since I will be returning to North America here shortly and vacation plans are in the mix, air travel is an option. I pay the same as J.Q. American, did you know that? We in the military do not receive any benefits while traveling commercial air.
None.
Zip.
Zero.
Nada.

Well, there is a petition to change that and if adding a link here is going to help others like myself in the future then I am all for it.

Yes, I signed it.

The Last of the Grape Kool-Aid

I mixed up the last batch of Grape Kool-Aid today. (Not that I was planning on doing a plug for Kraft, but they are the owners of Kool-Aid.) The grape Kool-Aid will surely be missed. It is okay, do not fret, soon I will be able to buy my own mixes from the store. ( I also couldn't find a Kool-Aid Man in purple.)

It is the little things.

Planes, Trains, and Rowboats

After seeing it on Mathman's blog and Distributor Cap's blog, I felt I had to follow suit. So how does one get here?

Here are the popular keywords that were used to get to this site:

symbol of athank you

symbol greater than hundred - This is in reference to adding links to a website.
rena j in jacksonville,nc - This a bar near where I am stationed.
wyld man work ? - This is via Australian Google.
something quick

and

Wyld women

Cloak & Dagger

Mystery and deceit. Paper and scissors. A play on words in which the loser rarely realizes the loss. And there is no winner. Many of the parts this dumbfounded repository eludes even the masters of words themselves. Teddy bears and chains bind this thought, which appear strapless to all that bare witness.

(Note from the author, this is the explanation to the below post. Again, if you do not understand anything in the above paragraph, may your deity have pity on your soul.)

3 Sides to Every Coin

Somehow along the line, I have been splitting into the different parts that make me, me. I am going to have to change my blog roll again because the blogs of interest keeps growing. I am currently torn between adding a bunch or splitting up a few in different categories. The problems are not everyone fits into a nifty category.

I am mean look at this blog, what category do I fit in?

I could go into specific examples on why this blog is this way or that way, I am declaring LIFE is the category. Now that I am done with myself it should be downhill from here, right?

I figure there is a heads, a tails, and that other side that is all ribbed or smooth. The side that seems to change from one type to another or evolves over time.

Either you just understood what I said or you didn't. Regardless, in the next few days I will be rearranging some stuff and changing the blog roll somehow.

Suggestions are welcome.

I Looked into the Mirror

Boy, am I ugly.

I made it.
It is 2008.

Yea. Can you feel the excitement pouring out my skin. The surreal, the bliss of it all. No?
Well, I watched the Air Force Academy get their asses handed to them by Cal Tech during the change over. There were a few cheers on another TV and those watching it, to which was a little humorous since we have a lag of five minutes out here on most programing that boasts a live show.
There some sort of revival at one of the DFACs which I didn't go, food topped my priority, so I ate instead. A few of the other SNCOs (Staff Non Commisioned Officers) got a burn permit(we do that out here too) and had a little fire. I stopped by, it just wasn't the same. It was hot and bright as fire is supposed to be, but there was something that just didn't feel right to me.

I am "happy"...we are ending our deployment soon. Until my foot touches American soil, my year is not over.

The End of 2007

Here we are at the end of 2007. What a year it has been. I don't want to reflect on the year, not because it was "oh so bad" or because I have been deployed for approximately ninety-seven point three, six, two percent of it. No, I want to reflect on the December 31st's that have transpired for me over my adult life. This post is my comparison.

I have had years where I was a designated driver for a people who didn't need a DD because they did drink anyway or for some who really needed a babysitter not a driver. I have had few while married, some were good, some were bad and one was bliss. I have had many alone. I have spent my evening in bars, bedrooms and bathrooms. There have been years when I was too drunk to make it and didn't see the ball drop. I have been on duty. I was in a bar fight once during the change over, it is one I would like to forget. I have had a new year celebration while on a ship while we were transversing the Adriatic Sea.

As the year changes over into the new year here, I will most likely be eating my lunch and if lucky a football game will be on in the DFAC. The day will transition into the next without skipping a beat and no change in the "feeling" of the day, month, year will actually take place.

While for me, tomorrow will be just another day; for you, may freedom ring.