my pops woke me up this morning because they were having a recongnition ceramony for the safe return of all 1st/285th attack squadreon from Afghanistan.
it was kind of a bitch to get up at 630 but complaining is for bitches.
i got dressed:blue jeans, a red shirt with german writing and a nice beer jug in the middle. and a military hat.
i decided to skip breakfast....what i was thinking ..i have no idea. and to just take a bottle of water with me.
my pops had tried to awaken my brother but he was just too much of a lazy ass to give a fuck so he kept sleeping.
im not around to wipe noses and kiss asses so i wasnt going to wake him up.
i left and cruised down valencia listening to Hendrix, and other rock legends.
as i was coming down the road i saw the entrence to the pima air and space meusem and there was a pig in a suv radaring my ass. 8 in the fucking morning and he had nothing better to do.
i parked..walk and grabed a seat. for next to hours i listened to stories of combat missions and the top brass smiliing and congragulating each other.
I was sitting in front of a very interesting woman. As a gift from the Army for all those family members who'have had to endure multiple deployment they were given a beautiful wooden clock----to which i heard her reply "GREAT now i can count all the hours you took from us"
i got a good laugh out of her and that joke helped me get through the rest of the ceremony.
By this time my stumach was at full roar but it really didnt matter we were all clapping at least once a minute which drowned out any mones my weak stumach could release.
After the first ceremony the 285th was broken down into companies and then each soldier recieved their awards in the comfort of another hanger. I saw sargent Fisher, im not sure if he remembers me. but i always get a kick of how funny his family dresses for such an occasion. His wife resembles Barbie after a hard life in middle america. Once long beautiful blond hair it is now a messy tangle of off color cigerette smelling frizzy delight. when i went to his house in mesa arizona i dont think she was around but i remember seeing his kids they were pretty interesting looking. trouble makers and proud of it. i didnt see any of them today i was to busy going over in my mind what sargent fisher had done for me. he gave me a copy of winturnals and enterprize edition of xp what a great dude he also saved my data from being completely lost to the digital scrap world. I he told me the nessesary things i needed to know to ensure that if i ever had a problem with my pc that there is always hope and that i should ALWAYS back up important data.
After Eco and Charlie went up it was time to leave. My brother called me a few times "where are u ?". ..."im at the ceremony ....where your ass should be...im the only fucking person here to support dad..im sitting with 5 empty seats around me"
"well...you should of woken me up"
"we did you didnt get up"
i dont know. maybe one day he'll grow up but im not going to hold my fucking breath.
moms still sick as a homeless dog. coughing a weezing and shit. " i think i have broncitis" she says ...."dont you think you should go to the hospital to see a doctor?"....."NO fuck that! i aint going to know fucking hospital"....
i dont know what the fuck shes scared of. if she wants to suffer then thats her shit. but if i get sick ....fuck im going to get sitck.
after eating pizza when i got home i feel asleep on my bed. woke up 4 hours later feeling like complete ass. i hate mid day sleeping.
my mom told me her friend from ....well she lives pretty dam close to mexico, Carmen was coming over to drop off some fruit freshy picked. eventually she showed up and my dam dog wouldnt shut up. she was here for less then 2 min i saw her daughter whos like 16 now i think going on 17 i remember because i went to the Cince. she had a cool blanket to to give to my nana ...who just turned 70.
now here i am sitting on the couch listening to my dad say "fucking fucker shit ass bitch"
he lost some sort of writting pad the has very very fucking important numbers on it. ...so im sure as soon as i am done writing this sentence i will be the one to fucking step up and find this fucking writing pad.