Guilt Trip

So, I remind my wife today about our trip to see an Indians game tomoroow night, which has been plabbed for over a month, special group price for my church, dollar hot dog night, etc. I'm kind of excited because I haven't been to a game for a couple uears and I LOVE baseball.

Here's what I get in return:

"You know they both have games [to play] scheduled, don't you? And your son doesn't have that many left. And if your daughter misses more than three, they won't let her play, and she's already missing two the week we go to the beach [the trip that I wasn't invited on], so she'll be at three and won't be able to miss any more."

So now I feel guilty for wanting to spend some time with my kids that I see, generally, one day a week. It's too much, I guess. I mean, they have stuff scheduled pretty much every day of the week, and when they don't, I'm usually at work.

I told her they can stay home if they want. I'll go by myself if I have to.

But I hope they want to go with me. :'(

Untitled

I don't usually write poetry, and for good reason : I'm kind of bad at it, sometimes intentionally so, but mostly not. But this one has been burning its way through me for a few days and I needed to get it out.
It actually does have a title, but I'm not keen to share it.

So anyway...

I found a box marked "Forever."
From inside, the sounds of Laughter
and Happiness.
But when I opened it,
There was Emptiness,
a nullity,
where beauty once had been.
The void reached out,
Lodged in my breast,
Pounding.

Anyway, that's where it ends. It seems like there should be more, but there's not. I don't know if there ever will be.

Something You Can't Unsee

I know this is from, like, two years ago, dude, but my daughter has just started singing it and it's driving me INSANE.
So I thought I'd spread the disease.



Don't hate me because I'm beautiful; Hate me because I caused you to see this.

Some People

In our lives, a lot of people drift in and out.

There are those who are there and gone without leaving much of an impression and make barely a ripple when they depart. 

There are those who have such a negative presence that we hope never to see them again, and maybe dream of letting them know how much they hurt us.

There are those who have a positive impact that come and go, having pleasant encounters from time to time, and not sweating the absences in between. 

Then there are those who come into our lives and shake our world to its foundation, then are gone, whether by choice or not, they leave open wounds in our souls that will not close, scars that refuse to heal. We are better for having had them in our lives and far worse for  their departure.

If you have one of these last, and you have the opportunity to let them know how much they meant to you, take it. It doesn't have to be a special occasion, a holiday, a birthday or even a half-birthday. If you can let them know, let them know.

I wish I could.

Music Time - Love Stinks - J Geils Band

Because I'm in a bad mood.

But it's still a great song.

But WOW is that video strange.

Yet Another Anniversary

It seems that as I get older, I have more anniversaries of dubious significance.

Today marks 21 years since I joined the Navy. If I hadn't been fat and lazy, I would have retired on this date last year.

Hmmph.

Offensive (?) But Funny

I was at work tonight, doing lab tech things, and I accidentally hit the wrong button, which called up the result for a negative rotavirus test, which has mnemonic that caused a good deal of laughter, and not just because we were horribly tired.

What was the mnemonic?

Well, it was for a NEGative ROtavirus. I repeat, a NEGative ROtavirus.

That wouldn't have been offensive 50 years ago, but nowadays, in the Days of Constant Outrage? FUNNY!