Okay, it really wasn't as bad as this picture that I stole from someone else, but it was about the size of the palm of your hand and was on the left side of my stomach. As I get splashed with the water, the burn is instantaneous and I can feel my skin begin to boil. Just then my wife hands me a towel. As if I just need to dry it off... ??? WTH? A towel? I started laughing. She could have handed me the burn ointment that was in the cupboard just to her right, but no, she hands me a towel! I was laughing so hard! Maybe get me some ice? A cold compress? A bag of frickin peas!?!? Anything but a towel!! The only thing that would have made it any better was if she had said, "Looks like you just got burned... hold on, I'll go get you a towel." HA!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Got Burn?
So my burn is finally healing... for those of you who do not know, here's the story: I was cooking the other day, boiling cabbage and pealing the leaves off one at a time. It was a large head of cabbage and with an inch of boiling water in the pot, I was being fairly careful. As you might have guessed I wasn't as careful as I should have been and on one fatal turn I dropped the head into the boiling water and was splashed.

Okay, it really wasn't as bad as this picture that I stole from someone else, but it was about the size of the palm of your hand and was on the left side of my stomach. As I get splashed with the water, the burn is instantaneous and I can feel my skin begin to boil. Just then my wife hands me a towel. As if I just need to dry it off... ??? WTH? A towel? I started laughing. She could have handed me the burn ointment that was in the cupboard just to her right, but no, she hands me a towel! I was laughing so hard! Maybe get me some ice? A cold compress? A bag of frickin peas!?!? Anything but a towel!! The only thing that would have made it any better was if she had said, "Looks like you just got burned... hold on, I'll go get you a towel." HA!
Okay, it really wasn't as bad as this picture that I stole from someone else, but it was about the size of the palm of your hand and was on the left side of my stomach. As I get splashed with the water, the burn is instantaneous and I can feel my skin begin to boil. Just then my wife hands me a towel. As if I just need to dry it off... ??? WTH? A towel? I started laughing. She could have handed me the burn ointment that was in the cupboard just to her right, but no, she hands me a towel! I was laughing so hard! Maybe get me some ice? A cold compress? A bag of frickin peas!?!? Anything but a towel!! The only thing that would have made it any better was if she had said, "Looks like you just got burned... hold on, I'll go get you a towel." HA!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Maybe this will clear it up.
I always find it amazing when you're going along at top speed and you suddenly hit a huge brick fuckin wall and stop to take a look around... inevitably there is your saving grace... the one thing that you need. The one thing that will bring you full circle and offer a hand to help you over the wall. I have always stood by my perceptions of things because they have served me well. What happens when your perceptions get off track? I have always trusted my inner voice, always. I haven't always listened but I knew and still know that it knows what the correct choice is. Even thru the ignorance and intolerance I have always tried to do what I believe is right. Two days after finding out about the wedding, I almost called it off. It was too much and it didn't feel right, not only was it completely against what I had planned, but the timing was terrible. I was about two words from shutting down the whole thing, then someone said to me "it's just cold feet, it happens to everyone" and I thought, "well, if that's the case... what's the worst that could happen?"
I fear the answer. Even as I sit here... solemnly debating my perception of recent events, I'm afraid of what I will discover if I continue to dig.
Reflecting on lessons learned from previous relationships, I promised myself that I would NEVER tolerate being lied to and never lie to another. Open and honest - regardless of the cost. If you consider omission of the truth as lying, then I was lied to... for 2 months. I feel like my heart has been seared with a hot poker and is now being thrust into the depths of my soul. While I laid there last night, struggling with the possibility that she lied to me, it became increasingly difficult to even focus. My promise was playing thru my head, over and over. MY promise... to myself. I will Never tolerate being lied to. I know why she lied to me... but lying is lying. Even if you are lying to spare someone's feelings, lying is lying and I promised myself I would never tolerate being lied to.
With that said, why am I so reluctant to just move on? Why can I not follow thru with my own promise? I know that this wasn't the first time, it never is. And probably not the last, behavior has a tendency to repeat itself. So I feel like I'm just allowing and possibly even promoting the behavior if I stay. Would it be plausible that she understands how upset this has made me? And if that is the case, would it also be plausible that I could trust her to never lie to me again? These are questions that only she can answer I guess. I have no more to say.
I fear the answer. Even as I sit here... solemnly debating my perception of recent events, I'm afraid of what I will discover if I continue to dig.
Reflecting on lessons learned from previous relationships, I promised myself that I would NEVER tolerate being lied to and never lie to another. Open and honest - regardless of the cost. If you consider omission of the truth as lying, then I was lied to... for 2 months. I feel like my heart has been seared with a hot poker and is now being thrust into the depths of my soul. While I laid there last night, struggling with the possibility that she lied to me, it became increasingly difficult to even focus. My promise was playing thru my head, over and over. MY promise... to myself. I will Never tolerate being lied to. I know why she lied to me... but lying is lying. Even if you are lying to spare someone's feelings, lying is lying and I promised myself I would never tolerate being lied to.
With that said, why am I so reluctant to just move on? Why can I not follow thru with my own promise? I know that this wasn't the first time, it never is. And probably not the last, behavior has a tendency to repeat itself. So I feel like I'm just allowing and possibly even promoting the behavior if I stay. Would it be plausible that she understands how upset this has made me? And if that is the case, would it also be plausible that I could trust her to never lie to me again? These are questions that only she can answer I guess. I have no more to say.
What would you do?
Have you ever had one of those moments that make you question everything you
thought you knew? What if you were to have 3 such moments within a 12 hour
time frame? Would it make you stop what you were doing? Turn around?
Backtrack? How do you handle something that makes you question your
structure? Something that rattles the fiber of your being... What would you
do?
thought you knew? What if you were to have 3 such moments within a 12 hour
time frame? Would it make you stop what you were doing? Turn around?
Backtrack? How do you handle something that makes you question your
structure? Something that rattles the fiber of your being... What would you
do?
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Contextuality?!
And now here it is... 8pm. I haven't even seen you since 6:30 this morning and you obviously think that spending time with me is less important that whatever you are doing now. It's not that I'm mad, just hurt. I really thought that your husband would be of more value than that. I guess not.
Hot -> Cold.
Love -> Hate.
Light -> Dark.
I was once told that acceptance is the best way to deal with the heartaches of life. When the woes come (and they will) brace yourself with the power of acceptance. Bring yourself closer to Love with Hate and Light with Dark.
Have you noticed that there is a night light in the bathroom? A light that seems nonexistent when you enter from the bright light of day, but that blinds in the early hours of the morning. I have to wonder if this same contextuality would hold true with love... it certainly does with hot. If you move your hand from an ice bucket into luke warm water it will feel very hot.
I'm asking this: If you remove yourself from a world of love, would an ounce of hate seem like a pound? And would a pound of love seem like an ounce? Could a two inch blade make a two foot cut?
Would love then feel the same? Would it hurt the same? Would harsh words still feel like a dagger, piercing even the hardest of hearts? Would no one care enough to right the wrong, fix the broken, heal the sick?
Long long ago, in a place untainted by the disgust of the rich and uncomplicated by the prejudice of man, lived a child as pure as the cane and as clean as a clear blue sky. A child that was more than he was suppose to be. Stronger, smarter, faster. A child that knew no bounds and was free to stretch the limits. And now look at me.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
ah... Married Life...
Today marks the third day of my captivity... She taunts me with open windows and allows the kids to roam free whilst I must serve. LMAO. Really, it's no different than before. :D I love you baby!!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Tungsten
Just some info about my frikin awesome ring! From the Swedish words tung and sten, which mean "heavy stone." Melts around 6200 degrees F... it won't boil until it gets over 10,000 degrees F. How KEWL IS THAT!?!?!?
Thursday, October 04, 2007
I love you!
Today marks my first day of unemployment... for those of you who don't know, yesterday I got laid off... Filed for unemployment and picked out my wedding ring... what an awesome day! Tears and blood were shed but most of all it was awesome because of the rings... and well, I'm marrying, possibly, the most unorthodox person I have ever met. And I think that's why I'm so in love with her. The only thing else that I can think of is the fact that she not only puts up with me, but after that she still has 'relations' with me... that's the part that awe's me. It's time for a little blurb again... get ready, K. Time's up.
Ode to the one that loves me so,
Ode to the one that needs no more.
Ode to the power of the feeling,
of being loved by one pure being.
A being more kind and gentle than I,
A being that sings sweet lullaby's,
to babes that slumber and softly sleep,
and dream of happiness and do not weep.
She is light and I am dark,
She's the pop, and I'm the tart.
We go together oh so well
even through the darkest hell.
Without my wife, I could not find,
the peace she brings into my life.
She's my love and lifelong friend,
a friendship blooming until the end.
-Yoshi 2007
Ode to the one that needs no more.
Ode to the power of the feeling,
of being loved by one pure being.
A being more kind and gentle than I,
A being that sings sweet lullaby's,
to babes that slumber and softly sleep,
and dream of happiness and do not weep.
She is light and I am dark,
She's the pop, and I'm the tart.
We go together oh so well
even through the darkest hell.
Without my wife, I could not find,
the peace she brings into my life.
She's my love and lifelong friend,
a friendship blooming until the end.
-Yoshi 2007