“Ew I don’t wanna hold your hand Grandpa they’re yucky”. Those words hurt but they were true, my hands are kinda yucky. We were in Redmond Town Center, going to see Santa Claus, it was the cold of winter and while my hands are never “pretty”, in winter time they are really kinda gnarly. Dry and split, stained with grease, dirt and nicotine. Constantly bleeding or scabbed from something somewhere, my hands always hurt somewhere. I don’t treat my hands very well. Never have and probably never will. Continue reading
** Warning Graphic Content ** The following post contains language and event descriptions that some may find disturbing, they were disturbing when they happened, and beyond and I have kept most of the details limited to innuendo but it is still a disturbing post – read at your discretion or bypass it altogether for some of my other more light hearted posts. Continue reading
I cannot sit idly by. This is not a political post, this is not a bleeding heart liberal post for I am not a liberal, I am not a conservative. I am a human being that has common sense, eyes, ears and a heart. You have to be missing one or more of those things to not see, hear or feel the division and the outright hate, bigotry and lack of empathy,compassion or even common sense coming from the alleged president-elect. Continue reading
I get “symbolic” gestures, and I believe they have a place in our lives, of course they do. Shoot, flying my flag is about as symbolic a gesture as can be and I do that every day. Continue reading
Kicking off a new section for “fictional” short stories.. Here’s one to start us off..
“General Quarters, General Quarters! All hands man your battle stations! Up and Forward to starboard, down and aft to port! Set material condition ZEBRA throughout the ship! All hands set MOPP level 4! This is not a drill”
“Multiple Vampires inbound. All hands brace for impact” Continue reading
As most of my loyal readers know or have figured out, I have PTSD. I’ve had it and dealt with it for many years. I’ve tried many less than effective “treatments” over the years. Some not so smart, but that was before I really knew what it was that was “wrong with me…. After my actual diagnosis, I tired medication but didn’t care for how it made me feel… then I just tried to deal with it on my own, that didn’t work so well. I lived with it and helped other people and animals as much I could. Now that I can’t even do that, except through online activities ( I do hope to get back to being able to physically do some more work with wildlife and people again in the future) I am really feeling the depression side of the “disorder”. But unlike a lot of people, and unlike a younger dumber me, I am getting real help now… talking with a counselor, getting EMDR therapy, and looking into natural as well as maybe chemical assistance ( not alcohol or drugs sheesh… medication if necessary – going to work with a naturopath first). OK so enough of THAT nightmare stuff… let’s get to something a little more uplifting – Hopes and Dreams….
One hundred and fifty THOUSAND , yes 150,000… that is how many allied troops stormed the beaches on June 6th , 1944….70 years ago…. To some that seems like a long time. In the grand scheme of things it wasn’t that long ago in historical terms… However, I can’t imagine being a child in today’s world and being able to fathom the enormity of war on that scale…. I started life at the end of the US involvement in the conflict in Vietnam where we had over 500,000 troops deployed with nearly 60,000 US troops killed in action that is for the entire period of time from when US Ground forces landed at Danang in 1965 until our withdrawal in 1973 …. That is 8 years…. But D-Day (and all of WWII) is a completely different beast! Continue reading
**WARNING – Seriously this is a real WARNING** – the below post contains some very graphic language, and depictions of traumatic, tragic and disturbing events including death and destruction. Please read at your own discretion** Continue reading
A wise phrase I heard a lot growing up… no idea where from and I certainly didn’t preach and I don’t feel like I do now… but I do write a lot about “doing good” and paying it forward , making a difference… etc… some may say that I go overboard even ..and think that I’ve got issues….I do have issue’s , we all do but that’s not what this post is about, it’s about practicing what I “preach” Continue reading
WDFW POLICE NEED YOUR HELP – On January 9th four dead eagles were discovered floating in a lake outside of Granite Falls (Snohomish Co). The four eagles were retrieved by officers on January 10th. Initial observations suggests at least three of the birds were killed using a small caliber rifle. It appears that the birds had been perched in trees before they fell to their death into the water. Continue reading
My Daddy, My Father, My Coach, My Nemesis, My Dad, Mr. Responsible, My Friend…Let’s get one thing straight…l was not a good kid…. When I was young, grade school though junior high I ( and beyond) I had hypoglycemia which made me extra “special” …a better word for that is evil I think….. I was constantly in trouble and talking to shrinks and Dr’s trying to figure out why I was “nuts”….then High School came around and I was even worse…throw a bunch of testosterone in the mix as well as weightlifting, swimming, track, tennis, golf etc.. 6’ 2” and 220 of “V” shaped muscle and attitude and well let’s just say I sure would not have wanted to be my parent!!! I may have given me up for adoption after the first few years…… but they didn’t….. and for that I’m grateful….. because I love my parents. But this post in particular is about My Pops…
Last year, 2011 on the 10 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks my wife and I went to a ceremony on the Tacoma Waterfront where the Gig Harbor Fire Department had on display a piece of steel girder from the WTC in NYC. As we were walking along the beach to the ceremony we were witness to a fire boat in the harbor shooting water and ringing it’s bells to memorialize those lost on that day 10 years prior. Continue reading