Home
Went to visit E today. Swung by in the morning with my boy for a visit and had a wonderful time. She looked fantastic, and it was so nice to be sitting there with her, and playing with our three kids together. They all got along fanastically. My son taught hers how to play with a toy. Her son fed mine. Her daughter was wrestling with me and we were all laughing and having fun. It was just so nice, and I felt so good.
It wasn't until I left, that I realized something. I felt like I was at home. I felt more at home sitting there with her, and the kids, playing and laughing together than I've felt in a long long time. I don't even know when the last time was I felt that way. It just felt so good, so right.
I just wanted to write this down, so I'll remember it.....
An open letter
I feel the same, and I know you know that.
Every morning I get out of bed and I wonder why I did. I don't want to face this reality. I come home at night and I wonder why. And always I dream of a home, one in the future, one where I'm me and I'm with my best friend all the time and I can just be and I don't have to explain or feel small or stupid. I want to go home, too.
And you do matter, love, you matter to me a great deal. More than anything. You are the most important person in my life. I couldn't do it without you, I really couldn't. Thank you, thank you for being who you are.
I know how tired you are, tired in a way that sleep cannot touch. Tired in your soul. You aren't selfish, you aren't childish...you're just trying to be you, to be the real you, the you you've become.
Sorry, this is probably way more reply than you ever wanted, but I can feel the pain in what you've said, and I hate to see you hurting. I just want to reach out to you, to ease that pain, to brush your hair with my hand and somehow make you happy again.
You are always in my thoughts, and in my heart.
Alien
There's people everwhere
New Year's eve here in Times Square
Surrounded by all these souls
So why do I feel alone?
Why don't I fit in?
Am I not one of them?
Am I an Alien?
Swear to God I am
Dropped here from another planet
You know I don't belong
And I want to go home
Can anybody help me find my way?
Will I ever find my home?
Is there a handbook I should have read?
Instructions I didn't get?
'Cause sometimes this place just makes no sense
Is it all some big experiment?
Why don't I fit in?
Am I not one of them?
Am I an Alien?
Swear to God I am
Dropped here from another planet
You know I don't belong
And I want to go home
Can anybody help me find my way?
Do you ever feel sometimes, like a stranger in your own life
A million miles from what you see
An alien just like me?
- Kim Stockwood
Quiz me!
I've often been asked "Which battleship are you?" Well, now I know the answer, I'm
Richelieu class (
Richelieu, Jean
Bart)
Elegant, distinctive, innovative, and excellent.
The premier french battleship, and one of very
few battleships actually built that respected
the 35,000 ton displacement limitation set
forth in the Washington Treaty.
The
Richelieu sported numerous unique
systems, such as foil-skinned bouyant foam
capsules to prevent taking on too much water
from torpedo hits, excellent void and and water
filled torpedo blisters, exceptionally well
designed armor, some of the best (and longest
range) 15 inch guns ever built with a unique
loading system. Although it started life with a
relatively weak anti-aircraft system on par
with the Vittorio Veneto, it was refitted by
the Allies during its rather eventful history
to carry a much heavier anti-aircraft suite.
This class was retired in the 1950s-1960s, with
the
Richelieu being finally scrapped in
1970.
2x4 15/45
9 6/55
12 3.9/45
12 37mm (pre-refit #1)
24 13.2mm (pre-refit #1)
56 40mm (post-refit #1)
48 20mm (post-refit #2)
28 57mm (Jean Bart, post-war)
20 20mm (Jean Bart, post-war)
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A Gift
E gave me a gift. She made me a present. A lovely moss green hand-woven cord with neat little beads and a pair of silver dragonflies on the end.
She made me a gift. Taking the time and the effort to put it together with her own two hands. Taking the time and the effort to collect ther materials. Taking the time and the effort to know me and to include those things that I like. My favorite color, my favorite insect.
She gave me a gift, and it means so much more. No one has ever taken the time or the effort to make somehing like that for me. Never. Every time I see it, it reminds me of her, and how much she means to me, and how lucky I am to know her, and how sweet and wonderful she is.
She gave me love.
The Dragonfly
What does the Dragonfly mean? I love them, always have...but what does it mean? Well...
Dragonfly: Illusion - Transcendence
The dragonfly, creature of the winds, represents the tricking of the senses and change. Its iridescent wings are reminiscent of magical times and, thus, let us realize that there is only seeming reality in this world.
The dragonfly teaches that nothing is quite the way it seems, and that is therefore necessary not to allow our senses to be tricked. Furthermore, the dragonfly conveys messages from elementary beings and plant spirits.
If you wish to make changes, call to the energy of the dragonfly.
I think of you...
...first thing when I wake up.
...when ever I'm in a bookstore.
...often.
...when I see something I know you'd like.
...when I see any of those wonderful things you've introduced me to.
...when I hear that music that reminds me of you.
...with love.
...when I want to feel happy and good about myself.
...when I have a decision to make.
...when I can't talk to you.
...when I see those places that we go.
...last thing before I go to sleep.
You are never far from my thoughts....
