Adolescence

While it seems from time to time that I rant about things that seem like childish behavior, it is no different from the many rants about whatever floats people boat for that day. It could be:

Politics

Religion

Work

Sex

Almost every discussion on the internet revolves around those magic four topics. There are few exceptions.

In my previous post, I did not call anyone names. I did not throw sticks and I did not throw a single rock. But the outrage of naming a few websites warranted 14 lengthy comments and the post before that, which was really the important one to me, got 9.

I would like to believe that I am a pretty good human when it comes to my adolescence.

I have my flaws. I have my personal guilt. I am not better than you.

I am me.

My Opinions Don't Matter, Part II

It just pisses me off when I try to comment on these blogs and my comments don't show up.

Here is link love to websites that tick me the fuck off, regularly:

American Street

Jonestown

Mock, Paper, Scissors

At first I thought it was because they are wordpress blogs, there are others that I can write up comments and it posts. So I am thinking that as much as a masochist I seem to be by going to these places anyway, I may have to stop going there.

I will let you all decide for me, give me a:

Yea! = keep visiting

Nay! = drop the dead weight

Which ever tally is higher by next week this time, I will go with it.

It is the democratic way.

Dreams

I haven't had a dream in a long long time. My favorite dreams include large bountiful breasts that are silky soft against my head and body. Has not been the case as of late. I have been sleeping in a very irregular pattern. I sleep for at most three hours at time and it usually from exhaustion. I was supposed to get AmbienCR, which is a sleep aid, but the paperwork shuffle is delaying that. I once had a dream where I swear I could feel the heart of another as it put me in a deeper sleep. Crazy as it may sound but up until I was hurt, my best sleep and dreams were the ten months before it while in Al Asad. The medications(drugs) that I took initially for this ailment gave me very vivid dreams with bright colors, but the side effect was hallucinations while awake that sometimes made life a little confusing. Now, the drugs I take do not help me sleep and the pain won't help me out either. There have been a few days that I cannot tell when I am awake. I am not trying to scare you. I am not looking for pity or grief. I am telling you how it is. I long for a dream, any dream.

Have you ever wondered?

Have you ever wondered why the flag of the United States of America is folded 13 times when it is lowered or when it is folded and handed to the widow at the burial of a veteran? Here is the meaning of each of those folds and what it means:

The first fold of our flag is a symbol of life.

The second fold is a symbol of our belief in eternal life.

The third fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing our ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of our country to attain peace throughout the world.

The fourth fold represents our weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.

The fifth fold is a tribute to our country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, "Our Country, in dealing with other countries may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong."

The sixth fold is for where our hearts lie. It is with our heart that we pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.

The seventh fold is a tribute to our Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that we protect our country and our flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of our republic.

The eighth fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day, and to honor mother, for whom it flies on Mother's Day.

The ninth fold is a tribute to womanhood; for it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.

The tenth fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of our country since they were first born.

The eleventh fold, in the eyes of a Hebrew citizen represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon, and glorifies in their eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

The twelfth fold, in the eyes of a Christian citizen, represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in their eyes, God the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit.

When the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding us of our nation's motto, "In God We Trust".

After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges, and freedoms we enjoy today.

The next time you see a flag ceremony honoring someone that has served our country, either in the Armed Forces or in our civilian services such as the Police Force or Fire Department, keep in mind all the important reasons behind each and every movement.

They have paid the ultimate sacrifice for all of us by honoring our flag and our Country.

~~Author Unknown~~

Last Week's : Where Did they Come From

Where Did they Come From?

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www.blogger.com/profile/09376092948526809123

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www.freshlygroundlutheran.blogspot.com/

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www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=wyldth1ng

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villagecarpenter.blogspot.com/

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godincidences.blogspot.com/

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yearningforgod.blogspot.com/

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warpedmindofron.com/

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cheeseheadsotherblog.blogspot.com/

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auntdahlia.blogspot.com/

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daswede.blogspot.com/

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www.haloscan.com/comments/wyldth1ng/5615597803486835425/

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morecows.blogspot.com/

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www.bloglines.com/myblogs_display?sub=64313307&site=14118996

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jeansflopsandjesus.blogspot.com/

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seekingauthenticvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/gratitude-reflection-day-20.html

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ladyburg.typepad.com/ladyburg/

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www.google.com/reader/view/?tab=my

Thank all of you that send readers my way.

Rainy Day, Part II

I really could write a part four hundred and twenty two on the rain season here. How does that phrase go, something like April showers bring May flowers. Well, it should be April showers bring fucking humidity.

I am so glad I put RainX on my windshield this weekend. The difference that makes is like buying a box of Freedom and get it. Always with wings lets you fly. Or maybe I have no fucking clue what I am talking about since I am cooped inside from the fucking rain.

A few years(okay it was a decade) ago I was stationed at Cherry Point and you could literally set your watch to the rain. Here you can't do that but you could easily put your money on the PASS line.

Okay, I am done.

Visiting

This weekend I visited RevAnne and her husband. They are located about an hour and half away from me and Saturday was a good day to take a drive. Again, I have no pictures to share. I had a good time and will have to look into going back again some other time.

Also, today I met with friend that I haven't seen in eight years. Now, that is just wacky. I thought it was longer but was immediately corrected. Her kids happen to be my God-kids. Which is grand in itself.

300th Comment for April

Jan has given me my 300th comment of the month.
Congratulations!
You are awarded my imaginary collection of dragon wash beads.

RevGals Friday Five: Old vs. Modern

1. What modern convenience/invention could you absolutely, positively not live
without?
Sunglasses(Dark ones)

2. What modern convenience/invention do you wish had never seen the light of day?
Why?
Cell Phone - The call is not important enough to interrupt our current conversation.

3. Do you own a music-playing device older than a CD player? More than one? If
so, do you use it (them)?
I have a MP3/4 player, it was a gift, I never use it.
I read this wrong the first time, yes, I have a record player that plays 33s and 78s, I also have a tape deck for my stereo and an eight-track player. I use them often.

4. Do you find the rapid change in our world exciting, scary, a mix...or something
else?
The US is in its own little world so it is hard to answer this question- scary.

5. What did our forebears have that we have lost and you'd like to regain? Bonus
points if you have a suggestion of how to begin that process.
Community
I could tell you but it would be considered a terrorist act so lets just say roast marshmallows over an open fire.

Not in the Mood

I am just not in the mood today, sorry. I did upload a few more pics onto Flickr. These are from a visit to Occupational Therapy. Yea!

Three Thousandth Comment

More Cows has given my blog its 3000th comment since inception. Congratulations!

You are entitled to my virtual collection of fairy window washers!

Blogstones, Part II

I have to give credit where credit is due, More Cows is the one who explained to me what a blogstone was.


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Remedy for Insomniac

If anyone has a good remedy for not sleeping (besides good sex), then I am interested. I can fall asleep, but staying asleep has been a problem. I am at the point where if you have any wacky idea that might help, I might be looking into trying it.

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part XII

This is really just an update for everyone. Today I am officially on a Limited Duty board. I have been trying to avoid this for as long as possible and time has come. I am currently unable to fulfill the physical parts of my job as a Marine. Here is an example: I cannot rack the slide on my M9 pistol without assistance, so that means no pistol range. The big stuff that requires re-qualification that I am unable to do because of this injury are at a "stay" until I return to a full duty status.

I had an appointment with one of the doctors today. Total wait time two and half hours (past appointed time) total face time twenty minutes. Anyway, he is happy with my current progress and I am continuing with the occupational therapy for an additional four weeks until another reevaluation. (Yea!)

The Internal Working of a Sane Man?

I have actually written about six different posts today but didn't publish any of them. (obvious) I have been contorting this idea I have, that I am kind of; in a fucked up way; figured out my faults or at least why it seems I have no love.

After my third failed marriage I went to a counselor with the idea that I am a "reject" or a bad apple of sorts and at the time I don't think I liked me. Well, today at least, I like me. I think me is fucking awesome. Me, is slowly, changing what parts I knew I had to change at some point.

Yesterday, I went to the commissary and bought diet Dr. Pepper. The key word in that sentence is diet. I am not ready to give up my Dr. Pepper so I am making the transition of lots of soda to controlled soda intake. See, the logic here?

Last year I quit smoking and in fact on average there is at least one person reading about that every 16 hours. Now, that is crazy.

There are lots of little tweaks that I have been meaning to do, but haven't probably because I am a lazy fuck. (One of the occupational therapist doesn't like the word fuck. So I compromised with her and made a swear jar for the therapy room. So far I only donated about four bucks over two weeks.)

One of the big ones, in my humble opinion, is the spiritual part. I am missing something, but I am willing to work on that. I am. As long as God can live with a few slips of the word fuck every now and then, I think this might be doable.

Little Questions, Answered

Mindy has asked:
Are you ever going to come and see me?
Never can say never. I have visited with many people over the years, that usually say something like " I never thought you'd come out here."

Do you like Sharpies?
Yes.

What is your idea of Mrs. Right?
Some woman that can be a lady and be exactly the opposite. Some woman that will love me for all me defects. And preferably has more than a handful of breasts.

MezzoSF has asked:

Favorite sport to play? Speed Ball, the Marine Corps version
Favorite sports team to cheer? Green Bay Packers
Out of all the places you have lived thus far in life - which one(s) did you like the most and least?
Most-Tennessee, not any particular city
Least-San Diego, California
Favorite band(s)? Monster Magnet, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Seether, Rufas Wainwright, Ozzy Osbourne, and many others.

Tammie has asked:
If you had to be trapped on a desert island with three people from your blog roll, who would they be and why?
The Village Carpenter - If we needed anything built, she would probably have the expertise needed.
all the way from oy to vey - Because laughter is the best medicine.
LadyBurg* - She has garden skills that might come in handy.

How *did* you injure your wrist, anyway?
At some point, while doing a MCMAP "exercise"the back of my hand touched the back of my arm.

DCup has asked:
Why Sorento?
While on deployment in the nineties, I had the pleasure of staying there for three days. It was one of the most peaceful and fun times in my life. The cove supplied endless beauty and the people were ever so gracious. There were stores that I found that made of the most inquisitive inlaid woodworking that I have ever seen.

RevGals Friday Five : For 24 Hours

RevHRod of RevGals writes:
Yesterday I had the 24 hour flu. I had been told by the people who had it first that it really was a twenty-four hour bug. And so while I dealt with all the blech of the flu, I kept reminding myself that morning would come and I would feel a lot better.

This is certainly a strange way to start out a Friday Five but it made me think about what I might like to do if I knew it would only last for 24 hours. There are no reality boundaries to these imaginings. So here are the five things for you to consider...

1) If you could dramatically change your physical appearance for 24 hours, what would you do?
My only fear is a tetrahedron dragon so that would be nifty.

2) If you could live in another place for 24 hours where would you go?
Sorento, Italy

3) You get to do somebody else's job for a day...
That guy who checks on the atomic clock in Colorado, his job

4) Spend the day with another person from anywhere in time and space...
Myself twenty years ago

5) A magical power is yours. Which one would you pick?
The magical lasso is all I need.

20,000 Visitor

Presbyfruit
Location: ------------- Camp Hill, Pennsylvania

Time of Visit: -------- Apr 17 2008 9:58:49 pm

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Congratulations, you have won a fleet of imaginary guard dodos .

Name Game

Being the person I am, I have a tendency to visit the opposing parties blogs and news platforms because I like to be a devil advocate and this also helps keep my brain healthy with debate. This is a quick post about some stuff that I find interesting.

The following are quotes and facts each with a similar answer.

1) Individuals, not government, can make the best decisions; all people are entitled to equal rights; and decisions are best made close to home.

2) Ripon, Wisconsin: Birthplace of _________

3) Sen. A. A. Sargent of California introduced a proposal in the Senate to give women the right to vote.

4) As the Party of Lincoln, we stand for freedom.

5) Gallant Old Party, Get Out and Push(the treatment early cars often needed), and Grand Old Party

Blogstones

Cheesehead was the one who originally exposed me to the "blogstone" so I have to blame her. Whether she is the one who made it up or not, to me, she is to blame.

A blogstone looks like this (o) or (O) or (0) and is not usually accompanied with anything else.

A person would use a blogstone when reading a post and you really don't have anything to say or maybe you do not have enough time to write what you want to say for the comment. This is the easy way to signify you were there and read the post. Sometimes that is enough.