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So I have this really bad habit when I’m on the phone with Poppy. I yawn.
Alot.
No, it isn’t because she’s boring. It isn’t because she puts me to sleep. I’m just a naturally tired ass person at the end of the day who happens to yawn a lot, both before and after a good night’s sleep.
So I happen to do this thing when I yawn. My lower lip quivers, a primal moan comes from my throat, and the next thing you know I’m sounding like Chewbacca… he was a Wookie.
So yesterday I was trying to express my Wookie yawn to Poppy over text message… the problem is I’m not sure how to spell it.
- •Aaaaarrrrrgggggggghhhhhhh - sounds like I’m in pain
- •Gggggrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaawwww - sounds like I’m mad
- •Rrrrrrraaaaaaawwwwwwrrrrr - sounds like I’m Ripley
It was frustrating me so I finally, I just went with *WOOKIE*.
So how do you spell a Wookie roar in text message?
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There have been eleven 21sts of the month since June of last year. This photo was actually taken on Mother’s Day of 2007. Those were good times… and I don’t mean that facetiously.
While there are a lot of things different… the fact I still think about it everyday hasn’t changed.
While I can laugh and joke again… the fact is I’m still on a seesaw between stages 2 and 4 and it can happen at the most inopportune times.
While I have moved forward… the fact is I haven’t moved on.
While I know I am supported and loved by many… there are just times I need to be left alone.
While I know things seem to be so one-sided… the fact is I’m striving to find the balance.
In a month and a day… the year of “firsts” will be over.
Supposedly it’s the hardest year of them all… and I often get the feeling that after it I should be “fixed”. I highly doubt that’s going to happen. I still get twisted over the sounds of helicopters from that clear September day from almost 7 years ago. I still see the gray bloated faces in my dreams from those September weeks almost 3 years ago. I still hear the last thing he said to me that bright sunny June day almost a year ago… “I love you”
I love you too buddy.
Miss you.
Alot.
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So today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Today we honor our mother’s by purchasing flowers for them from the guy on the street corner who got them from scouring the cemeteries the day before, giving them a day off from doing our laundry, and if they were REALLY good… we’ll let them take us out to eat at the restaurant we want to go to. Yes… we honor our mother’s oh so very well.
This year however, I went a little above and beyond. I got my mom a Kodak Digital Picture Frame. The fact is my mom, not unlike myself, has a shitload of pictures in photo albums. The problem is… she doesn’t get to see the pictures nearly as much as she would like. So I decided to get her the frame with a 2GB SD Memory Card. Of course… my mom doesn’t have a digital camera and all her old prints are from 110 film sized frames (yes… there once was a film size called 110… I know… hard to believe that 35mm and digital did not always rule the world…) and to be honest… the colors are WAY off. Still… I think that’s part of the charm.
So besides dropping some digital images I had… I also scanned a couple pictures from a photo album that mom left laying around. Once I give her the frame… then I’ll let her either pick and choose the photos or just hand the albums over so I can spend oodles of time scanning them in for her and then dropping them on the 2GB card… especially considering I only filled 86MB of it with the photos I had.
Some of the pictures of course feature my grandmother… who insisted that she was in fact the incredible shrinking woman when she turned 75. I tend to agree. My mother herself also seems to be shrinking more and more each day. Even as I type this… she is probably losing altitude. It’s probably a genetics thing.
So here is one of the pictures I scanned from the album. My mother had black hair back then, and my grandmother had already started the shrinking. Needless to say, by looking at this photo from 1983, I have white hair and severe shrinkage in my future…
Yeah… I come from pretty good (shrinking) stock.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom, and to all the mother’s out there…
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See all that stuff on the right? Yeah… that’s the Grand Theft Auto IV Special Edition. I got a duffel bag, a metal lock box with keys, a keychain for the keys, a book with the art of the game, a CD with a soundtrack from the game, and the actual XBOX 360 game itself. I pre-ordered it a few weeks ago through Amazon, and I have to be honest… the extras were well worth the additional $30. I’ve been a fan of GTA since the very first game (with it’s 2 dimensional characters and eye in the sky view) caused the controversy on the PC. Having witnessed the evolution of the game has in fact not only been pretty cool… but let’s face it, it’s a kick ass game.
As for gameplay… I have to be honest… I played it for 17 minutes according to the in game stats. I didn’t get to complete any missions… but I did get arrested twice and beat up once. I also crashed a shitload of cars trying to get used to the controls. My brother, who went to a midnight event Monday night, has been playing it almost non-stop… and is destined to get a key to the city.
Me?
I have no idealistic dreams of video game prowess or greatness. I am, after all, the guy who finally beat the 10 year old in a game of Halo 3 after 17 practice games. The world does not stop because of a video game for me. I really just play to relax a bit. I mean this is a game about carjacking, shooting, wild car chase driving and where I can do something I’ve just always wanted to do…
I just want to run me over some hookers.
Who would you run over?
So I had a pretty harsh reality check this weekend. I wasn’t going to blog about it… but to avoid it would be wrong.
Pudding called me Saturday while I was in France. One of her friends, her SO‘s best friend, K (the blonde on the right) was in an Intensive Care Unit. She needed directions. Of course I asked what had happened, because contrary to popular belief I’m not entirely a cold-hearted bastard.
The short version is K‘s mom took her to the hospital Thursday for a persistent headache. It turns out that she had a tumor that was entwining with her spine. Needless to say they performed emergency surgery. Unfortunately, the surgery led to a lot of internal bleeding… and once it stopped there was swelling to her brain. So Saturday K was in a medically induced coma. I gave Pudding the directions she needed, which was all that I could do.
She called me Sunday to tell me that the outcome was not good. K‘s family had decided to have her harvested for organs, and life support was ceased.
While it may seem quick and sudden… I can’t help but think about the agonizing pain that K‘s mom went through. Worse yet… the decision she had to make was in no way heart breaking… it was heart shattering. Of that, I can assure you.
I never had to make that kind of decision. I don’t think I could make that decision. It’s not one I’d ever want to have to make.
In the end… what can you say? I know from personal experience there really are no words. It does remind you though of the fragility of it all.
You just never know what awaits you around that next bend…
