tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12869083.post8289919063693472586..comments2009-12-02T17:38:35.042-06:00The Brown Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05892123380005014339noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12869083.post-23610366806398866362009-12-02T17:38:35.042-06:002009-12-02T17:38:35.042-06:00You know that &quot;Like right now... I have to pee&quot; Immediately reminded me of &quot;see, another thing i learned...one doesn&#39;t have to be able to breathe to pee.&quot;<br /><br />me wonders if you did that on purpose... Of course like the other comment, it was so unexpected and random that it had me outta my chair in laughter!<br /><br />I am in disbelief that folk sent shit to your wife at such a time. <br /><br />BTW. Your venting CAN be therapeutic for others. Don&#39;t undersell yaself!The Second Sixty-Eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15747351716042662320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12869083.post-58370486197764170872009-11-21T01:14:46.432-06:002009-11-21T01:14:46.432-06:00You know me man, better than most. In fact better than a whole helluva lot of mosts. So when I say this you know exactly where I&#39;m coming from.<br /><br />Fuck &#39;em! <br /><br />Folks will always have shit to say. Then, now and later. We both know the truth My Brother and I could give a shit what anybody else&#39;s take is on the subject.<br /><br />I thank God every night that she had you. Every damn night. <br /><br />Some loves ain&#39;t got one mother fucking thing to do with sex and romance. In fact they have little to do with the heart at all. They are about the soul. And you were the keeper of hers. And for the record...you stepped up. You stood you post and protected her. You inspired her and you even kept her in check at times. You were there - over the long haul - come hell or high water. None of us are ever gonna be able to repay you for that.<br /><br />And as for the rest...like I said...fuck &#39;em.<br /><br />Much love My Brother, and again, thank you.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176853633460981781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12869083.post-71025276039464891492009-11-20T08:33:41.799-06:002009-11-20T08:33:41.799-06:00Dag ... just noticed that I stop by here a lot..!<br /><br />Since I feel like writing, I hope you don&#39;t mind me doing so, here.<br /><br />Mentioned it before and will again because it is the close observed connections with an untrained eye that have me see the similarities we have between us. But I try to avoid saying that &#39;I was there&#39; or even that &#39;I know what you are saying&#39; because I am not there nor was I there. A lot of stuff is about sequencing and that makes a big difference. How and why we came to where we were and where we are differ ... for instance, we were military but I was a Admin cat, Chairborne Air Assault. Big difference from ANYONE who got dirt under his nails. Like I told my sis who is at Yongsan, I felt fortunate to only have to carry DF forms and what not for my military experience, no matter where the &#39;real Army&#39; unit I supported were at.<br /><br />Got many of issues of which I can identify. I did make a cross country trip to talk &#39;up close&#39; to someone who had did some dastardly stuff to a family member ... and I am again lucky to never had John Q. Law want for me. Had he, I was toasted.<br /><br />Love is a trip! J. Geils sang about how much it stinks and ever since I first heard it in the day, I have agreed. Didn&#39;t understand it when I was in pre-pubes, otherwise I would have stayed aways from it for a longer bit of time it! But I would run it down and my hormones caught up to me, it and took me to ...<br /><br />...where was I?<br /><br />Anywho, do your thing bro ..! Fight the fight because if you don&#39;t then you have to be &#39;dead&#39; figuratively at least!!Big Mark 243http://www.blogger.com/profile/10974573439218884164noreply@blogger.com