July 4th....2015

This whole blog deal, was mainly for me and a way for my sisters to keep up with me.  I love them, and despite my not being completely in their lives, they love me, and I know it.  It's also a journal for me, a little stupid chronicle for when I'm older and maybe need some reflecting.  Ok, so there are other reasons too, one of them being self therapy maybe.  It makes me feel good to write about all this.  Here is a "cut and paste" from an email I sent to my middle sister tonight

Ok, I'm drunk.....

Which makes me happy.  I was riding my bike back from the bar, thinking about what you told Miles and Kay for some reason.  You told me that Miles said something along the lines of "He can fall in a pile of shit and come out smelling like roses". ..and you told him I had "never fallen in a pile of shit".  Metaphorically I did.  You may have forgotten this, but I'm sure I told you....I was being lowered into manholes sixty feet deep with sewers on the bottom, and it was going to get worse.  I did come out smelling like roses.

Of course, I was smiling when they lowered me....and I'm smiling now
















Love it. 

The Vets Hall tonight had a great band from Hawaii.  They played a lot of cover music.  Awesome.  I danced with Shonna, who, for some reason (I'll attribute it to drunkenness) was very friendly tonight.  She's from Alaska, and cannot wait to leave this island.  She says its better in Alaska.  I can't imagine.  It's kind of a crap shoot out here, depending on who you talk to.  Some love it, some don't.  Obviously, I'm a lover of this place, however I can now officially say "I fell in a pile of shit and came out smelling like roses" .  Its my parents, and my sisters who gave me this attitude, and I will forever be thankful.  I actually had some brains when I was younger and thanked Mom and Dad for everything they did for me. 

I wrote then erased "I had no idea the profound effect they had on my life" (in regards to my parents) .....Apparently I did.  Sending those letters I sent to them at their jobs when I was much younger, thanking them for ...everything I could think of...is one of the larger moments of pride in my life.  I've heard that "being grateful" is a big part of being happy.  My sisters, at the time, like anyone would expect a sibling to be, called me a "brown noser" ..pretty much a "kiss ass".  YUP.