New Years-Old Years-All Years

I woke up this morning to reminders of memories on social media.  With New Years Eve upon us it seems I've got a few memories.  This will be my 27th straight New Year with Heather.  We have not missed one together since our first in 1990.  That's a pretty good track record.  I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather spend one(or 27) with.  We have closed and opened some good years.  On the flip-side, we've had some that have tested us as a couple and as people.  All in all the years we've had together have made us who we are.  Happy New Year!

I started writing this and kind of lost my direction.

Checking In

I haven't written anything in my blog in quite some time.  It seems my creative juices reside in a shallow puddle.  I'm not entirely sure that is a bad thing.  Stressful and emotional events seemed to be the catalyst for a good portion of my writing.  The last year or so has been lacking in emotional occurrences.  I'm not saying they haven't happened.  They just haven't been the things that blogs are made of.

With all that being said...both my boys have hit milestones again this year.  Malry turned 21 in July.  He is of legal drinking age.  I briefly entertained the idea of pouring a beer down his feeding tube.  It passed without incident.  It was another joyful/sad occasion.

Greggory started High School this fall.  This is a big one for us.  He will be participating in JROTC.  With this he will have several extracurricular activities.  We've not experienced this with Malry.  Malry went to school and came home from school with little activity in between.  Greggory, however, will be busy four days a week with practices.  He is participating in Color Guard, Physical Team, Rifle Team and Orienteering.  He also want to try out for track and archery.  Let the good times roll.

Thanks for reading

Jason

Venting

I posted this to Facebook tonight after sending Malry to the hospital in an ambulance after long months of complications and several days of intense issues. I won't go into details just suffice to say I was venting.

If you don't know, Facebook prompts you to post with the question "what's on your mind?"  This was my answer. 

"What's on my mind? Facebook...that is a loaded question. I could melt the screen of this phone if I answered that honestly. There is a violent tempest of sh*t on my mind. I've got thoughts that could rip sails from ships and send Dorothy's ass back to Oz. Rough couple days. Think I'll listen to some Pearl Jam and go to sleep."  

I am posting this to my blog merely to save it. Sometimes I need to be reminded how I felt. Sometimes I don't.