She knows.
Who?
My mother...
She finally knows. Oh well, she threatened, she argued her point on how I owe her common courtesy, blah blah blah. I owe no-one anything. Period.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
saturday night
You know what it is like to live in barracks? Well it is very very similar to living in a dorm. Small cramped rooms and usually with a room mate.
Right now I'm smelling the aroma of popcorn emitting from someone's room. Currently I have not followed up on this investigation.
Imagine your significant other arising in the middle of night to raid the freezer for some ice cream. And not stirring you from your sleep, to invite you and share some. Sure the can easily go into defense about how they didn't want to wake you from your slumber.
Then again you can rebuttal with the fact that he/she knows you well enough to know that you've happily gotten up to ice cream.
Who wouldn't on a weekend?
I am very much guilty of being not interested in candy until I either pass by it at grocery isle or watch someone else eat it. Luckily, with all my fortitude (I'm using laziness to my advantage actually) I didn't get up to get popcorn myself.
Tomorrow is mother's day.
I could be like millions of Americans spending money to show care and affection by buying flowers or cards. I refuse, to place my concern of care for my mother on a materialistic show of affection that hallmark continues to thrive on, my money. Some my say it is the thought that counts. So if it that is so...
Tomorrow, I'll place a long distance phone call to my mom. Ask how the dog is doing so on and so forth, I guess this is where I have to say happy mother's day too.
Tell her about my life and what not.
Sounds terrible huh, not to really have to much care for it all. Personally I'm not a person who likes to tell people I love them. In fact I hate it. Words are cheap. Hell, publishing this is free for me on blogger.com. My preference is show. The things I do towards someone or another is my display of my affection of love. Purchasing something trivial like flowers will wither and die in a few days to a week time, or another card that will be put on displayed somewhere in her home for a while only to be placed in a box of other cards from many years ago.
So, my act of calling and pretending to care. Is really my way of showing, if there was something I could do for you right now, I would. That's my way of showing happy mother's day.
Me being in the Sonoran desert and her in the mid-west. Makes it difficult to do so however.
In retrospect, earlier today. When I woke up a friend's house, passed out from drinking the night before. She cooked breakfast, for the rest of her guests and me. Most of my friends are guys, either married or single. But even if I stay the night over. I refuse to let a buddy's wife cook breakfast for me. I really hate to inconvenience someone for it, especially their wife.
Me coming over for dinner that night and drinking into the night is fine. And as a good friend letting me sleep at his place since I'm drunk and can't drive home is cool too, but to wake up and then having his wife cook breakfast and staying to eat, is definitely overstaying my welcome. So I make it a habit of leaving before they can offer me breakfast, so I won't have to be impolite and refuse.
The very definition of: Thanks, but no thanks.
So back to the story, I found it heart warming I suppose is the best way to say it. To sit down and enjoy a home cooked breakfast. This time I was a female friend's house, I found it kind of hard to sit there and watch her cook breakfast for a 5 of us, by herself in her own home.
"Someone is about to actually make me breakfast..." I thought in amazement. "And of course there is nothing I can really do to help her, after all this is her apartment." I went back to watching a Mrs. Doubtfire, and older movie I have heard of but never watched until now.
When breakfast was made, Myself, Corey, and our lady friend Kerri sat at the small table. The other 2 eating in the living room.
Half way through our meal. It was Corey, who sat there looking a bit saddened and nostalgic, who said.
"This reminds me of home." When our friend Kerri asked him what's wrong,
Kerri being genuinely concerned. Most likely wondering why he suddenly paused from eating the eggs and pancakes she cooked and he staring at.
"I know what you mean, I haven't had a home cooked breakfast since Thanksgiving day of last year." I said.
Mostly as to explain what he was trying to convey for I felt the same thing too, and to also reassure Kerri that her cooking wasn't the issue of his perplexity
"Me either, well actually since last Christmas day." Corey replied.
"Kerri, I envy you. You can come home and cook home cooked meals in your kitchen." I said.
Most of us forget that the single guys stuck in the barracks, usually have to rely on chow hall or going out to eat for our food, so when do have the chance to sit down and enjoy a home cooked meal. Really goes out and means something. Especially if we have gone many months without one.
I'll have to make note of thanking mom for her home cooked meals over the years. I've grown to miss it. Speaking about home cooking. Mom told me years ago about and old story from Mexico.
Something about 2 lovers; a man and woman. I want to say it was around the days of the Mexican revolution, it was supposedly a common belief back then that depending on the woman's emotion that day, it reflected upon her cooking. So that if she was happy and in good spirits her cooking would turn out in reflection of it also. So overall her cooking was fine and tasted well, especially since she was in love with her husband during the course of their marriage.
Turns out, somewhere down the line, her husband cheats on his wife with another woman. Upon finding out later, she does not display her dismay to her husband openly.
However heartbroken, sad, hurt, and angry. She cooks for him that night as usual waiting for him to come home. Her emotions while cooking were high and running wild. Her tears fell into meal, her hair was disarrangement. Her face clearly showed her emotional turmoil. She ravagedly finished the meal, and placed it on the table.
At dinner the man and the wife eat the meal without a word spoken. Shortly afterwards they both died. The causes were unknown to most, for the food wasn't physically poisoned, but we know it was emotionally. She died from a broken heart, and he died of ingesting that painful heart ache that went into her cooking of the meal.
I think safe to assume if your girlfriend of wife that day is angry or sad her cooking probably going to show in how well it tastes, that's IF she cooks for you buddy.
I don't remember the story to too well (probably another thing I can ask mom about.) But the general idea, is that too explain common Mexican culture, and why we always offer food and drink to guests at our homes, and why we insist on it. I take it is our way of saying here is our thanks for you coming to our home. Please enjoy this meal.
Or maybe its a good explanation behind
Barriga llena corazon contenta.
or
Pansa llena corazon contena.
A full belly is happy heart.
A common Spanish parable my dad and grandpa used to say.
Right now I'm smelling the aroma of popcorn emitting from someone's room. Currently I have not followed up on this investigation.
Imagine your significant other arising in the middle of night to raid the freezer for some ice cream. And not stirring you from your sleep, to invite you and share some. Sure the can easily go into defense about how they didn't want to wake you from your slumber.
Then again you can rebuttal with the fact that he/she knows you well enough to know that you've happily gotten up to ice cream.
Who wouldn't on a weekend?
I am very much guilty of being not interested in candy until I either pass by it at grocery isle or watch someone else eat it. Luckily, with all my fortitude (I'm using laziness to my advantage actually) I didn't get up to get popcorn myself.
Tomorrow is mother's day.
I could be like millions of Americans spending money to show care and affection by buying flowers or cards. I refuse, to place my concern of care for my mother on a materialistic show of affection that hallmark continues to thrive on, my money. Some my say it is the thought that counts. So if it that is so...
Tomorrow, I'll place a long distance phone call to my mom. Ask how the dog is doing so on and so forth, I guess this is where I have to say happy mother's day too.
Tell her about my life and what not.
Sounds terrible huh, not to really have to much care for it all. Personally I'm not a person who likes to tell people I love them. In fact I hate it. Words are cheap. Hell, publishing this is free for me on blogger.com. My preference is show. The things I do towards someone or another is my display of my affection of love. Purchasing something trivial like flowers will wither and die in a few days to a week time, or another card that will be put on displayed somewhere in her home for a while only to be placed in a box of other cards from many years ago.
So, my act of calling and pretending to care. Is really my way of showing, if there was something I could do for you right now, I would. That's my way of showing happy mother's day.
Me being in the Sonoran desert and her in the mid-west. Makes it difficult to do so however.
In retrospect, earlier today. When I woke up a friend's house, passed out from drinking the night before. She cooked breakfast, for the rest of her guests and me. Most of my friends are guys, either married or single. But even if I stay the night over. I refuse to let a buddy's wife cook breakfast for me. I really hate to inconvenience someone for it, especially their wife.
Me coming over for dinner that night and drinking into the night is fine. And as a good friend letting me sleep at his place since I'm drunk and can't drive home is cool too, but to wake up and then having his wife cook breakfast and staying to eat, is definitely overstaying my welcome. So I make it a habit of leaving before they can offer me breakfast, so I won't have to be impolite and refuse.
The very definition of: Thanks, but no thanks.
So back to the story, I found it heart warming I suppose is the best way to say it. To sit down and enjoy a home cooked breakfast. This time I was a female friend's house, I found it kind of hard to sit there and watch her cook breakfast for a 5 of us, by herself in her own home.
"Someone is about to actually make me breakfast..." I thought in amazement. "And of course there is nothing I can really do to help her, after all this is her apartment." I went back to watching a Mrs. Doubtfire, and older movie I have heard of but never watched until now.
When breakfast was made, Myself, Corey, and our lady friend Kerri sat at the small table. The other 2 eating in the living room.
Half way through our meal. It was Corey, who sat there looking a bit saddened and nostalgic, who said.
"This reminds me of home." When our friend Kerri asked him what's wrong,
Kerri being genuinely concerned. Most likely wondering why he suddenly paused from eating the eggs and pancakes she cooked and he staring at.
"I know what you mean, I haven't had a home cooked breakfast since Thanksgiving day of last year." I said.
Mostly as to explain what he was trying to convey for I felt the same thing too, and to also reassure Kerri that her cooking wasn't the issue of his perplexity
"Me either, well actually since last Christmas day." Corey replied.
"Kerri, I envy you. You can come home and cook home cooked meals in your kitchen." I said.
Most of us forget that the single guys stuck in the barracks, usually have to rely on chow hall or going out to eat for our food, so when do have the chance to sit down and enjoy a home cooked meal. Really goes out and means something. Especially if we have gone many months without one.
I'll have to make note of thanking mom for her home cooked meals over the years. I've grown to miss it. Speaking about home cooking. Mom told me years ago about and old story from Mexico.
Something about 2 lovers; a man and woman. I want to say it was around the days of the Mexican revolution, it was supposedly a common belief back then that depending on the woman's emotion that day, it reflected upon her cooking. So that if she was happy and in good spirits her cooking would turn out in reflection of it also. So overall her cooking was fine and tasted well, especially since she was in love with her husband during the course of their marriage.
Turns out, somewhere down the line, her husband cheats on his wife with another woman. Upon finding out later, she does not display her dismay to her husband openly.
However heartbroken, sad, hurt, and angry. She cooks for him that night as usual waiting for him to come home. Her emotions while cooking were high and running wild. Her tears fell into meal, her hair was disarrangement. Her face clearly showed her emotional turmoil. She ravagedly finished the meal, and placed it on the table.
At dinner the man and the wife eat the meal without a word spoken. Shortly afterwards they both died. The causes were unknown to most, for the food wasn't physically poisoned, but we know it was emotionally. She died from a broken heart, and he died of ingesting that painful heart ache that went into her cooking of the meal.
I think safe to assume if your girlfriend of wife that day is angry or sad her cooking probably going to show in how well it tastes, that's IF she cooks for you buddy.
I don't remember the story to too well (probably another thing I can ask mom about.) But the general idea, is that too explain common Mexican culture, and why we always offer food and drink to guests at our homes, and why we insist on it. I take it is our way of saying here is our thanks for you coming to our home. Please enjoy this meal.
Or maybe its a good explanation behind
Barriga llena corazon contenta.
or
Pansa llena corazon contena.
A full belly is happy heart.
A common Spanish parable my dad and grandpa used to say.
Drunkness
You know what's funny, its when your blogging when your half-drunk. In all actuality, probably spelt wrong, I am drunk. It is damn hard to type. But I know I haven't been posting like I should everyday. Right now, I'm at a friends house an everybody's personal problems are arising, its terrible, and me being the youngest in the group or so it seems, it is pretty hard to sit by, while intoxicated to watch other people's turmoil.
Didn't I say already how hard it is to type?
Anyways, drunkness for me is an intresting state of mine.
Chow.
Didn't I say already how hard it is to type?
Anyways, drunkness for me is an intresting state of mine.
Chow.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Sunday
Today I woke up on the sofa of a buddy's house. My head was throbbing, and If remember correctly I ended up losing my dinner of boneless wings from chilli's on the toilet, It certainly didn't taste well going back up.
I don't even know what I drank last night. Add a mixture of 3 different hookah flavors, sex on the beach, white peach, and I believe some tropical punch mix. I certainly had fun. I one again lost in playing billiards. Some one dropped hot coals on me not once, but twice, and I went undisputed in air hockey.
I need to do laundry, clean my car, and whole list of menial errands to do.
I hate Sunday's its the whole feeling of man I have to work tomorrow.
I left my cell phone at home on accident. So I missed 6 calls from my girlfriend. and 3 voice mails, and I almost got pissed on by a dog.
And I'm probably going to watch the movie 300 again at 5.
I don't even know what I drank last night. Add a mixture of 3 different hookah flavors, sex on the beach, white peach, and I believe some tropical punch mix. I certainly had fun. I one again lost in playing billiards. Some one dropped hot coals on me not once, but twice, and I went undisputed in air hockey.
I need to do laundry, clean my car, and whole list of menial errands to do.
I hate Sunday's its the whole feeling of man I have to work tomorrow.
I left my cell phone at home on accident. So I missed 6 calls from my girlfriend. and 3 voice mails, and I almost got pissed on by a dog.
And I'm probably going to watch the movie 300 again at 5.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
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"I've should have not gone out for wings last night."
Man, I'm feeling it this morning, or I could be the 3 large cokes to go along with it.
I did a nice an easy 4 mile run today.
ummm... no! It was an Indian 4 mile run.
I felt it for the better half of the day on my calves.
I could blog about something about my day. But if anything I'm tired so, that's all for now.
Man, I'm feeling it this morning, or I could be the 3 large cokes to go along with it.
I did a nice an easy 4 mile run today.
ummm... no! It was an Indian 4 mile run.
I felt it for the better half of the day on my calves.
I could blog about something about my day. But if anything I'm tired so, that's all for now.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Resolution
This blog is stale, and you know what it frankly sucks. It's been up for about 3 years, and over the past few years I've gotten a few reviews from friends and a few family members how they enjoy my randomness online.
I just finished googling how to blog. I just finished reading how to blog by tonypierce. Any who, I figured you know what, he's right, so in efforts I'm going to attempt to blog everyday. About anything, yeah that's right that means my dirty laundry is coming out. So read it, enjoy it, hate it.
So who here, assuming there is someone here wants to hear the juicy details about me?
Alright lets start with a good one. I'm getting married
No Shit? seriously no shit. In fact I'll be attending a pre marriage class this Thursday. Go me.
How about this one? I haven't told my folks yet. Oooh...Yeah now its starting to get good huh.
In fact, I don't even care to, I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually or another. I bet y'all are thinking talk about some ingrate son right there. Won't even tell his own mother or father about an import chapter in his life?
Yep, more or less. I've been living thousands of miles away from home now, and it's been about 2 years since I left home. (Joined the marines, fall all those new to the show.) It's not that I don't love or care about my parents and friends and family, but in fact its not something that should concern them.
Let me throw some background info out there, for the most of my teenage hood, I was low-key introverted guy, mostly keeping to myself. For the longest time I've always felt I had a different way of thinking, from my family and especially my extended family. I'm a person who feels weird at family functions and gatherings. Often I'll bring something to entertain me, a computer, a game, something that I can occupy my time and keep me entertained while the rest of the family socializes. I'll come to the dinner table share a meal, pretty much bullshit about life. Yeah school is good, this is my plans. Listen to everybody else's daily lives. So on and so forth. But, things most of my family I puzzled, things like:
why do I dislike Spanish so much? My family's native tongue, and my first language, but not dominate. Why I choose to speak Japanese? How come I don't have a girl friend yet? Why in the hell are you choosing to join the fucking marines during a war? I'm sure they were thinking that too. Why did you stop going to church and decided to a Buddhist? When you went to catholic school all of your elementary and junior high life?
And you know what, I'm kinda grew tired of the questions, the perplexed looks. Sure the general consensus is he's a good kid, just a bit weird, and possibly a dork.
Screw all of that, pretty much my senior year I grew tired of the visiting my relatives.
Moving on, I suppose as time has go on, life is for the most part constant back home. My sister grows a year older in elementary school, mom and dad are still working. It's my life however that keeps evolving and changing. Living and stationed in California 2005-2006, being deployed overseas 2006-2007, living in Arizona till present day. Meeting a wonderful girl. That yeah I met online.
Let me flashback abit, October of 2006, My girlfriend, at the time she wasn't but anyways, met my Aunt or vice versa. I introduced them to each other, now for my relatives this is the first time I formally or in fact show them anything about my personal relationship. I'm out in the open with it, at the time I said she's just a friend visiting, my aunt isn't stupid and i'm sure she saw something probably going on between us. But the way she persued the question upon how we met really bothered me.
"Where are you from?" My aunt asks,
"Mississippi/Louisiana" My girlfriend responds,
now my aunt is trying to put 2 and 2 together and figure out, how in the world did I meet my girfriend? Is she military? Stationed with me perhaps? I respond no. The light bulb went off, everybody in the family knows I'm crack with computers. This guy must have met her online... Bingo! that must be it. MMMMHMMM I've seen this before. Just look at the news.
Of Course she never said that', but I knew exactly what she was thinking just by her lit up expression.
"Nope" I responded nonchalantly.
"Then how?" she questioned again.
"We just met?", I deflected back.
"How? Online? I know it, it must have been online?" she responds, putting a little bit more emphasis on her words as if to let me knew, I wasn't fooling anyone.
"Nah"
And for the most part I became annoyed on how persistent she was. What business of hers was it on how we met? If anything I'll be giving her some ammunition as friend of mine would like to call it. I know all to well how eager should would love to gossip this to the rest of the womenfolk in my family.
After that I decided I'm tired of announcing my life to my family watching their judgmental thoughts formulating in their minds. Screw it, I'm just going go do it. And if I feel like it, I'll let them know afterwards, how about that? I'll give them something to gossip out. And maybe they (my family) can try to figure me out. Do I care of their wishes, opinions, gripes, bitches or complains? Nope, It's my life. Not theirs, I really don't need their input or unwanted advice on how to live life. It seems nowadays everyone and their mother wants to get in their 2 cents.
Sorta of a "you can leave, but before you got let me say this."
Nah, fuck that crap. No buts, I'm leaving, and leave your final thoughts on your side of the door I just slammed and walked out of.
See ya tomorrow.
I just finished googling how to blog. I just finished reading how to blog by tonypierce. Any who, I figured you know what, he's right, so in efforts I'm going to attempt to blog everyday. About anything, yeah that's right that means my dirty laundry is coming out. So read it, enjoy it, hate it.
So who here, assuming there is someone here wants to hear the juicy details about me?
Alright lets start with a good one. I'm getting married
No Shit? seriously no shit. In fact I'll be attending a pre marriage class this Thursday. Go me.
How about this one? I haven't told my folks yet. Oooh...Yeah now its starting to get good huh.
In fact, I don't even care to, I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually or another. I bet y'all are thinking talk about some ingrate son right there. Won't even tell his own mother or father about an import chapter in his life?
Yep, more or less. I've been living thousands of miles away from home now, and it's been about 2 years since I left home. (Joined the marines, fall all those new to the show.) It's not that I don't love or care about my parents and friends and family, but in fact its not something that should concern them.
Let me throw some background info out there, for the most of my teenage hood, I was low-key introverted guy, mostly keeping to myself. For the longest time I've always felt I had a different way of thinking, from my family and especially my extended family. I'm a person who feels weird at family functions and gatherings. Often I'll bring something to entertain me, a computer, a game, something that I can occupy my time and keep me entertained while the rest of the family socializes. I'll come to the dinner table share a meal, pretty much bullshit about life. Yeah school is good, this is my plans. Listen to everybody else's daily lives. So on and so forth. But, things most of my family I puzzled, things like:
why do I dislike Spanish so much? My family's native tongue, and my first language, but not dominate. Why I choose to speak Japanese? How come I don't have a girl friend yet? Why in the hell are you choosing to join the fucking marines during a war? I'm sure they were thinking that too. Why did you stop going to church and decided to a Buddhist? When you went to catholic school all of your elementary and junior high life?
And you know what, I'm kinda grew tired of the questions, the perplexed looks. Sure the general consensus is he's a good kid, just a bit weird, and possibly a dork.
Screw all of that, pretty much my senior year I grew tired of the visiting my relatives.
Moving on, I suppose as time has go on, life is for the most part constant back home. My sister grows a year older in elementary school, mom and dad are still working. It's my life however that keeps evolving and changing. Living and stationed in California 2005-2006, being deployed overseas 2006-2007, living in Arizona till present day. Meeting a wonderful girl. That yeah I met online.
Let me flashback abit, October of 2006, My girlfriend, at the time she wasn't but anyways, met my Aunt or vice versa. I introduced them to each other, now for my relatives this is the first time I formally or in fact show them anything about my personal relationship. I'm out in the open with it, at the time I said she's just a friend visiting, my aunt isn't stupid and i'm sure she saw something probably going on between us. But the way she persued the question upon how we met really bothered me.
"Where are you from?" My aunt asks,
"Mississippi/Louisiana" My girlfriend responds,
now my aunt is trying to put 2 and 2 together and figure out, how in the world did I meet my girfriend? Is she military? Stationed with me perhaps? I respond no. The light bulb went off, everybody in the family knows I'm crack with computers. This guy must have met her online... Bingo! that must be it. MMMMHMMM I've seen this before. Just look at the news.
Of Course she never said that', but I knew exactly what she was thinking just by her lit up expression.
"Nope" I responded nonchalantly.
"Then how?" she questioned again.
"We just met?", I deflected back.
"How? Online? I know it, it must have been online?" she responds, putting a little bit more emphasis on her words as if to let me knew, I wasn't fooling anyone.
"Nah"
And for the most part I became annoyed on how persistent she was. What business of hers was it on how we met? If anything I'll be giving her some ammunition as friend of mine would like to call it. I know all to well how eager should would love to gossip this to the rest of the womenfolk in my family.
After that I decided I'm tired of announcing my life to my family watching their judgmental thoughts formulating in their minds. Screw it, I'm just going go do it. And if I feel like it, I'll let them know afterwards, how about that? I'll give them something to gossip out. And maybe they (my family) can try to figure me out. Do I care of their wishes, opinions, gripes, bitches or complains? Nope, It's my life. Not theirs, I really don't need their input or unwanted advice on how to live life. It seems nowadays everyone and their mother wants to get in their 2 cents.
Sorta of a "you can leave, but before you got let me say this."
Nah, fuck that crap. No buts, I'm leaving, and leave your final thoughts on your side of the door I just slammed and walked out of.
See ya tomorrow.
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