Tag: randomness

Taron hit a ball tonight on his first swing! It was awesome! He made good contact with the ball and sent it right down the center. Unfortunately, the center fielder caught it. 🙁

It was awesome, though. Several of his team-mates sang praises for his hit. One of the parents told me that he had been robbed of that hit. It did feel like he had been robbed in a way, but the joy felt from him actually hitting a good one on the first try made up for it.

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Taron asked me tonight when I was coming back home. I told him I didn’t know.

I’ve been gone for nearly a year, now. I haven’t been living at home since July 28th of last year.

The kids questions of my return are becoming more frequent. The kids are also asking more for me to stay the night if I can’t come back, yet. They’ve also been asking about camping, as we had pretty much promised that we’d do it this summer, as soon as I came home.

I want to go home.

This past weekend didn’t help that much, either. Putting the kids to bed, and snuggling with our naked bodies pressed against one another in our bed… I wanted so badly to stay.

I hope I can come home soon.

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I started two more classes today, and haven’t gotten much homework done. I brought TaronMs computer back to mom’s with me so that I could do some more work; but, unfortunately, it seems that AT&T is having issues with the landlines out here.

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I’m soaking in the tub, trying to think if there is anything more that I should want to say.

I really don’t know why I have decided to keep a journal again. It hasn’t done me much good in the past. Most of the time, all it has done is stir up trouble, either from me saying something to upset someone or from reviewing things I’ve written in the past.

Maybe this time will be different.

I’m hoping so, anyway.

I’m hoping that I can once again write in order to share some of my feelings with Diana. She is listening to me again, and is making a good effort in doing so.

I love her so much.

I hope things keep looking up for us. I hope we continue to progress toward being a happy and functional couple and family.

Denise had called Diana the other night. It was quite random. They haven’t spoken since earlier last year, before all of our *major* problems occured. Diana told Denise that we had been experimenting with an open lifestyle and that when I expressed an interest in stopping she told me no. She said that the friction there, the fear and anger that built inside of me from her desire to continue without regard to my feelings, had caused me to break.

She shared that over the past six months or so (has it been that long?) we have been seeing a counselor and that it has done remarkable things for our relationship.

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I want to go home.

I miss my wife and children.

I want to go home.

Mirrored from Being Jeremiah Palmer.

Had another fairly awesome evening, tonight. Had a repeat of last night, with the watching of Boston Legal while laying nude together. How I wish I could’ve stayed the night.

I made an attempt to leave, but didn’t get very far–my car ran out of gas on Cherokee between Shawnee and Riggs. I grabbed my gas can, went to Diana’s car, and then drove to BP to get gas. I guess I should be thankful that I am driving an older car which doesn’t seem to mind running dry that much.

I start two additional classes tomorrow. I haven’t an idea of what to expect.

Taron may be enrolled in a three day baseball “camp” which begins tomorrow. He will likely be very tired by the end of the day, seeing as he also has a game tomorrow evening.

I hope I can return home soon.

I pray to return home soon.

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Post was originally written Sunday night, posted Monday morning. An issue with wireless reception kept post from being published.

Mirrored from Being Jeremiah Palmer.

Earlier today, I helped in the burial and memorial of my mother-in-law.

The following is the eulogy that Diana delivered, which her and I wrote:

Linda lived a life that was filled with many points of struggle and hardship; however at the end she had received so much in reward for the obstacles she had faced.

Linda Sue McKinney was born into this world in 1957. Her birth parents being unable to care for her, she was eventually placed into an orphanage. There, approximately a year later, she was given a new life with a family looking to adopt and give a beautiful baby girl the chance for a better life. Lin Marie Buege became her name, and she found a happier and healthier home in Lombard, Illinois.

Even though Lin loved her family so much, she believed that she should make a journey and seek out her biological parents. At age 16, Lin left her schooling, picked up a few jobs, and trekked to New York then Florida to find her birth father and mother.

While in Florida, Lin married and had her first daughter, Celena Easters. Tragically, six months after having given birth, Lin was faced with one of the hardest things a person can do—something we are now facing—losing a loved one. Celena was buried in Florida, and sometime later Lin and her husband separated. This tragedy, however, did help lead the way to some better days. Linda eventually met Mark Richardson, and the two moved to Kentucky, where they eventually had three children—Diana Dawn Richardson, Mark Douglas Richardson, and Angelica Michelle Richardson.

Though she had finally found herself with the ability to settle and have a family of her own, times were still very difficult. Eventually the stresses of hardship became too much for the relationship that Linda and Mark had, and they separated but kept a close friendship. Over time, after having believed that her heart would never feel for anyone that close again, she found that God had sent her an angel to save her.

Around the year 1997, Linda met Wm. Fred Riley. Fred, being a man of great heart, shared as much as he could with Linda and her children. Over the next few years, their friendship and love for another grew, and they were eventually wed in October of 2001. Together, Linda and Fred became Nana and Papaw to ten wonderful grandchildren. Together, they even helped to raise one granddaughter, Mariah, in their home, fulltime.

In these later years, Linda had found so much love and happiness—she had finally been given her reward for having a hard life. She had found so much love and joy; and shared as much of it that she could with all of us.

Family gatherings on holidays or just for fun; grandchildren’s parties at home, in the park, or across the county; barbecues and cook-outs; phone calls talking us through our own hard-times; even a simple morning cup of coffee and sharing a little bit of gossip—Linda shared her love and time with us; tried to stand by all of us; always tried to give us all that she could. Linda was there for us, and is still here with us, in our hearts and our thoughts.

Someone once said “grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.”

That is how Linda—that is how Nana—that is how Mom would want us to remember her. She would want us to laugh, to joke and to speak like she was with us.

Mom, I feel you beside me, and even though I will miss you every day, I will try to speak of you with a smile on my face and not a tear in my eye.

An online obituary is available for viewing at:
http://www.woodheadfuneralhome.com

Just about every morning when I wake up, I say to myself, “Good, morning, Morning.”

…this was one of those mornings. As I slowly turned out of bed and touched my toe to the floor, I thought “I hate cold floors.” Sure enough, the floor was freezing.

Now, for your viewing pleasure, and to let you see what influenced my odd morning thoughts so many years ago, I bring you the cat who hates mornings nearly as much as he hates Mondays. (Too bad today is Tuesday…):

Garfield
Continue reading “Garfield on the Town”

Have you heard the story on Cynthiana’s new city commission? Well, the long story is at The Cynthiana Democrat. The short story is as follows:
Mayor Jim Brown is temporarily out of commission (pun half-intended). Brown fell ill on Christmas Eve. The old commission selected Jack Keith as Mayor Pro-tem. In a special meeting of the new commission all hell broke loose. Commissioner Mark Mattmiller claimed he should now take the seat. Commissioner Amanda Moore agreed. Commisioner Keith says he should stay as mayor pro-tem. Commissioner Jimmy New agreed.  Cynthiana only has four commisioners, with the Mayor breaking split decisions.
Oh. Crap. Continue reading “tradition, change, and whose is bigger”

Oooooh. Slick. I stole a headline from an article and made it my own by making it a question, rather than a statement. I so smart.
I’m sure that somewhere you have heard, read, or seen stories and rumors of the dreaded DTV transition. You’ve likely heard people panicked in some fashion over not being able to watch TV unless they do a ton of upgrades to their entertainment system. Heck, I nearly got into an argument at a Christmas dinner over someone’s misconceptions of the DTV transition. (see here: http://twitter.com/kg4vma/status/1078226274 and here: http://twitter.com/kg4vma/status/1078227108)
Honestly, I’ve been enjoying the confusion. Reading and listening to the mess has been very entertaining, and has even brought me several laughs. One of the latest articles I read is included amongst those gems. Continue reading “Digital TV changeover: The disaster everyone's ignoring?”

In reading back through my old posts, i found this entry:
CyntheticMedia.com » Blog Archive » boredom.
In that entry, I mention that my GDS index was reporting 83,053 searchable items. As of right now, my index is up to 788,501 items. The main reason for such a huge jump (other than it’s been a few months shy of two years) is that I had, at one time, mapped to Sullivan’s “public” folder and had GDS crawling it.

This entry originally started as, well, something entirely different. After giving it some thought, I realized I could turn it into a resolution for the new year. Here’s hoping that I succeed.

I haven’t written anything worth reading in a very long time.
It disturbs me.
I really don’t know why it bothers me so much, considering I have maybe five people who actually stop and see what I’m up to, or what my thoughts are. Heck, I probably have more people checking out what I have to say via facebook than through this.
Still, I hate the fact that I haven’t found it easy to say anything.
I’ve decided to try and go back — starting with my first entry (which was imported from my livejournal account) — and read everything I’ve ever shared to see if I can somehow rediscover my voice.
I hope that with the new year I will be able to return to sharing my thoughts and delivering messages that I’ve found interesting or important.