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Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas without a safety blanket of family
My Christmas alone to me was an experience that, at first was sorrowful, but in the end appreciative. I did not need to be with my loved ones on Christmas day to make it special for myself. After realizing that I would not be able to be with the family that I planned on being with, I made the most of the day. I lent a Christmas spirit hand and helped others in the neighborhood, that I wouldn't otherwise, dig out. I tried to make the short journey to Des Moines to spend the Christmas night with pops and step-mom, but I soon realized that the risk wasn't worth the reward. That saddened me at the prospect of my first Christmas alone. I damn near cried until I realized, I and many others weren't alone. Wrigley gave me comfort, and soon I had snow to move that got my mind off of being alone. I am thankful for how Christmas worked out. I found that when your away from family on Christmas, sometimes you have to find others in the same situation to enjoy it with. Even if it is a cat or a working situation.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What I don't know about Christmas.
When I was a kid things were simple. Traveling to Arkansas may have been difficult but I did not know that reality. I knew one reality that I and my brother would gain a lot in our Lego cache. Life was simple. Ride to Arkansas in the van while sleeping on a couch. Pops would drive the Cadilacc with his brights on and not know it. It's these stories that I adore. It is why I love history. Everyone has a history that defines themselves. Know One thing that history is us and everyone. Not just politicians that influence the world. The stories of Americana shape the world.
Ho Ho Ho BBQ
Are you fucking kidding me. Mourning is a word that has meaning to me. Mourning a life should be straightforward and direct. Don't bottle up anger or angst. I hang my shirts in my office in honor of the fallen victims not in misery of the future. A shrine does not exist to torment the realism of the reality. A shrine exists to celebrate the reality of the wanting of a better something in life. I celebrate a potential of a better reality of a certain team, yet I understand that a better team may not exist. A better human being may not exist, but that person still exists in our own minds.