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Bits and Pieces of a fragmented psyche |
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| “When you fight, you don't fight for abstract values like the flag, or the nation, or democracy. You fight for your buddy. You fight to keep him alive, and he fights to keep you alive, and you go on that way, day after day, battle after battle. And when one of your buddies dies, something inside you dies as well. But you go on. You fight, so that his death isn't meaningless, his sacrifice isn't for nothing.” Richard Marcinko These words of Richard Marciko resonate deep within me. After thirty seven years, The faces of those I lost come to me unbidden. Others look at a field and treeline and see beauty. I see NVA...and death. |
| It seems that I have been somewhat remiss at keeping up with my blog. At least, that’s what the million reminders, in my E-mail, to update say. How could they be wrong? Diane, my wife, came home with not one, but two female dwarf rabbits yesterday. Of course, I am allergic to them. Always have been, and always will be. They are cuties though, and if my allergies get too bad…well…rabbit isn’t bad when properly prepared. Just kidding…I think. Starting April 12th, I will be gone for six weeks. That’s right six weeks of “AFK”, but never fear for I shall be back. Maybe you should fear. |
| When Pye was found dead, my wife's seven year old dog named Harley just up and disappeared. He, too, never returned. My wife is, understandably, still heartbroken over losing two beloved pets. When Pyewackett was still a kitten, I developed many nicknames for him. Pye, Pyrus, Papyrus, Wackett, Wacky, Sir Pye, and Sir Pye of the House of Wackett. He even had his own coat of arms. I also, rather tongue in cheek, composed a little ballad for him. We all know,(cat fanciers anyway), the antics of kittens...most particularly their apparent foot fetish...and sharp CLAWS. This ballad is to be sung in the musical stylings of ye minstrels of Olde... Come hear my tale of Sir Pye of Wackett, When he sees a foot, he's compelled to attack it. When I see a trashbag I just want to pack it. With little Sir Pye of Wacket. Ali parades in a pretty fur jacket. When she sees Pye's head, she wants to crack it. But, everyone knows that she'll merely smack it On little Sir Pye of Wackett. Harley loves Pye so he won't attack it. When it comes to jaw strength he doesn't lack it. One chomp would end the nefarious racket, Of little Sir Pye of Wackett.... Yes, Little Sir PYEEEE of WACKET... For a long time, after Pye's death, I couldn't stand to think of these words. I especially had trouble with...When I see a trashbag.... I know it was writen to be funny, not my true feelings for my friend. Here's to you my little buddy...Pye. |
| I should, perhaps, tell all that Pyewackett wasn't human. But, I grew more attached to him, much closer than most of my own species. A good friend is a good friend regardless of where they fall into the animal kingdom. Of course, My wife is still my very best friend. |
| Pyewackett was the name of one of my best friends. I called him Pye. I only knew him for about a year and a half, but his drowning three years ago still adversely affects me. I lost one of the best. Pye was much younger than I, but I always had him there to listen to my thoughts. More than a friend, he was like a brother to me. Sure, we both had interests that the other wasn't involved in, I liked history...he was an avid hunter. He had a mind that was, perhaps, a taste too curious. I suppose that is the reason I found him floating lifelessly in the water. I still think about the horror of that day. I miss you Pyewackett, more than most people I have known. I hope you are happy buddy. I am saddened by my loss of our friendship. |
| Which do you believe is worse, ignorance, or apathy? Actually, I don't know, and I don't care. |
| I spent my day digging up a flagpole. And I do mean day. That sucker was buried almost five feet in the earth. Reburying it in the front yard is going to be a lot of fun. The costs of being a patriot. |
| 1. Awesome 2. Step up to the plate. 3. Aight instead of alright. 4. Closure 5. Conversating for conversing 6. Axe for ask 7. Borrowed for loaned (borrowed me the money) 8. Like...starting every sentence 9. The F word unless talking about the act itself (I, myself, am a big offender on this one) 10. Can you instead of would you (unless someone's ability is in question) Just a few conversational dislikes of mine. The English language is beautiful when used properly. No person is perfect (see #9), but I wish more would give it a try. |
| We own nothing, Everything belongs to God and we are just renting. |
| Why are cats so attached to humans? |
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LOL at the above comment. I do think most ideas come when in the shower. I don't know about the toilet I hate them too much to know. So, I spent most of my day there complaining for the need to go there 
I'm still 24! What I'm thinking about? Forget about waiting! Start saying him "You must write!"* 