This Monday Morning

Today I'd rather work with the dogs than the humans. Thank GOD for working from home!

Certain Doom

Certain Doom

Today, I'm causing my own spiral into certain doom. At least to my stomach and mind. I'm working  myself up on every thought that runs through my brain.

This Sunday Morning

I'm still tired but easily wake-up and make my way downstairs, two dogs anxiously in tow. They are ready to see the sun, as am I.  It's a little foggy, but the sun is slowing burning the fog away. It's going to be a great day. I slowly make my way to the kitchen to find a hot cup of coffee waiting for me on the table. Just as I finished, my six year old begs for a bicycle ride. I agree. Together we go outside. The fog is still thick, so thick it feels as if it were lightly raining. We ride anyway.

On my newly repaired bicycle, I think back. It was three years ago I was last on this bike riding along the beach were the Gulf meets the Atlantic. For just a moment, I was back home. And on this Sunday, that's where I'll stay.

Defused

Driving at 80 miles an hour, about 15 over the limit, and trying to defuse a persistent anxiety attack that started 3 hours ago, I suddenly realize I don't remember how I got to this exit. My exit. Will I get over in time? Sure. I had to. I was on my way home and home was really where I wanted to be. I continued thinking, I AM a writer. This is what I want to do...want i want to be. So, damn it! What I write I need to mean. So what if I upset someone. No matter what I do I'm gonna upset someone, somewhere, sometime, somehow. What's done is done and my words, although cryptic, are mine. They mean something. I'm NOT taking them back. I'm not undoing it. I'm sick of giving in to everyone else. I just don't care anymore. And that is how I defused my own anxiety attack today.

Of course, you must want to know how I got here.

A Toast or Slight Roast

Before I begin

I’d like to take moment of silence for

America’s brave

All gave some

Some gave all

These are the true heroes

Not the one that wear capes

But the ones that wear dog tags

Some lost all too soon

but never forgotten …

(Here’s to you …Mike)

~ A Moment of Silence~

Let’s not forget why we are here!

To be “Retired”

is so much better

Than being fired….

Chief Domenico,

Please excuse me,

As I tell these stories

I only know a few

And this is really

the best I could do

Just pretend that I

(not Rob) was with you….

Only you and I will know

That’s not true

A ¼ century in the making…

This I’m not faking

There is no clear order

The memories are all a scatter

But what the hell…

does it really matter

I hope you can keep up

Let’s raise that Red Solo Cup

So here’s a toast or perhaps a slight roast

~Chief Domenico ~

we’ll get underway

Shall those Navy Days

never fade away!

~Cheers~!

To remember where you were today - tomorrow

Before this party ends

Take a moment our Facebook friends

And be sure to check in

On Eric’s head

Now let’s escape to deadstead

Where we sprang from cages

Sped up card sound,

Spent most of our wages

Seeking something to pound

Up to spring break heaven

Our personal “Candy Store”

Too bad for that mid week cover charge

Which lead to an unfriendly discharge

Random roaming golf clubs

Behind the nightclub

Fists clenched and an oversized wrench

Make excellent…. self defense

And spears of Teletype

To get us hyped

For Spades on the mid

There were so many crimes

Yet no sin

Messages on the bottom

Or super-glued mugs

Filled with Coffee

thick as mud

That Story was a jerk

Thank god for the perk

Of voodoo chow on the eve

Hurry back for Tech Control

 “Duck or Bleed”

With Big O’ Balls……… of…..tape

Just in time…to..escape

Drinks after watch…in the lot

(kinda like that postage stamp spot)

Then there was beer at Crandon

And Hiding in the ‘Grove

Too many coke and rums

At Laughing Loggerheads

Wishing to take one to bed

Sometimes it’s good to be a rebel

dancing with Coco Pebbles

Birth control glasses

Seeking lovely lasses

Getting lost and relying on the stars

So better than rolling… borrowed cars!

He slipped on a dock

Heard a pop

But didn’t fret

Ignored a hurt neck

Maybe it’s better he’s never been to sea

Instead he just goes to the Shore

So he can drink even more

Send the ladies outlet shoppin’ 

While boys go Ocean fishin’

Bloody Mary’s in the morn’

I think we saw some porn

(remember that preggers pic)

Ohhh! Perhaps it’s better we just forget!

The kids’ should’ve been in bed

But instead

We’d be a You Tube dancing

And Travolta prancing

All was perfect

There wasn’t a speck

When we left

Because we knew

there’d be no slack

We’d hoped

to be invited back

Then there was a time

He came to see a shipmate

in the Florida keys

The first stop

was the pub with no name

where dollar bill got it’s fame

On to was to Sloppy Joes

Where this story grows

He told the bartender

A tip you will receive

On each half hour

With a drink in my hand

Or you will pack sand

In Virginia Beach, a topless ex

 And a miller-lite glass

 If only she would pass

(oh, We should drink to that!!!)

Then only a few years later…

This is where is gets sappy

But you should know

it ends happy!

He found a wife

Who put him in his place

With such amazing grace

They were building a good start

Then he needed to do his part

A Sailor of sand

In Asscrakiestan

Thought this could be the end

But then….

He changed his perspective

Took some electives

Drank some Maryland Wine

Figured it would all be fine

It was funny to find that

That it ended the same

Beautiful lives

Amazing wives

Crazy smart kids

Friendships that last forever

From here

it only gets better!

Prelude to a Weekend with Friends and the Beach

While packing the sunscreen, aftersun gel and bug spray....the wine in the cellar was calling....

I swiftly poured a glass thinking about what the weekend has in store while examining my bathing suits, studying the 5 extra pounds that rest not-so-nicely on my tummy, and praying no one will notice that on my small frame that it makes me look pregnant.

But I continued to sip on my Pinot Grigio, that every liquor store seems to have limit supply of these days.  Dreaming of Frisbee and football on the beach, sandy legs and asses...yeah we fall down a lot...good friends and wild stories... wondering how long it will take to repeat those same crazy stories this time...do we have enough new dirt to share to make to night two.....doubt it....

Better finish packing....

On Writing

Write fast edit slowly...too bad I'm a horrible editor.