Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Peyton and Taylor are starting to get sick again. I think Taylor might have an ear infection again as well. He's having a hard time sleeping. Both of their noses are runny and are geting pretty stuffy at night, making it hard to feed them during the late hours.
Life has been a little bit stressfull as of late with everything from finances and mainly just being flat out tired. When we get home from work we just want to sleep. I think the cold and early sunsets have a lot to do with my mood as well. I feel like a zombie during this time of the year. I leave in the dark and come back in the dark.
I honestly just can't wait to get through the rest of the year.
Life has been a little bit stressfull as of late with everything from finances and mainly just being flat out tired. When we get home from work we just want to sleep. I think the cold and early sunsets have a lot to do with my mood as well. I feel like a zombie during this time of the year. I leave in the dark and come back in the dark.
I honestly just can't wait to get through the rest of the year.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Brian Lee and His Orchestra Vol 1- Album Review
One word expresses my thoughts and feelings for this album, WOW!!! This is hands down the best album that I have heard all year. It is very rare that an album can come along and literally bring tears to my eyes. Brian Lee has the ability to draw you into his music and literally feel his emotion. Lyrically, Brian Lee is amazing and sings songs about life, waking up, the otherside, God, and to top it off, all this is sung behind the eerie sounds of the south blended with twangy lap steel guitars, southern church organs, choir synths, heavy toned/twangy distortion, and harmonies of hymns and blue grass.
I rate this album a perfect 5/5!!! This album has my stamp of approval. The awesome thing is is that the album is free!!! Keeping it free like it should be! I believe in free music, but I also believe in supporting artists whether it's financially or morally.
heres a preview of his lyrics for the "help me to hold on"
oh i ache i ache
oh i burn i burn
for the owner of this heart to return
you've been gone so long and i feel my strength is done
but i know you watching me watching me from over the hill
help me to hold on help me to hold on help me to hold on to you and i will
oh my hearts grown hard but i feel you still inside
would you bring me back to when i was a child
when they see your face every man will bow then sing
it doesn't matter how they feel about you now
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
babies
the boys have been doing pretty good. we took them to their first ever checkup and they did great. taylor is now taller than peyton. they're eating a lot more and are sleeping a bit longer during the day.
the last 2 nights were pretty killer. the boys were hungry every 2 hours and they were waking up on off hours. so peyton would wake up at midnight and then taylor would wake up at 1 and the cycle continued til the morning. anna and i are completely wiped out. yesterday morning i had to beg anna to feed the boys at around 5 am cause i had the night shift and i was going crazy. i'm sure that i'll eventually get use to the routine.
even though there's so much chaos with: late nights, feeding, changing dirty diapers, etc etc... it's so worth it. they are so cute!!!
paperwork is killer when you have a kid..in my case, 2. i'm running around work trying to add the boys to my health insurance plan, contacting my insurance for benefits info, paperwork for certificates, ordering baby items, etc etc.. i hope i don't miss anything.
on another note, my brothers and anna's sisters will be in town this weekend. thankfully, my sis-in-laws are staying at a hotel because our little apartment would be crazy packed. peyton and taylor will get to meet the many uncles and aunties that will soon be spoiling them.
the last 2 nights were pretty killer. the boys were hungry every 2 hours and they were waking up on off hours. so peyton would wake up at midnight and then taylor would wake up at 1 and the cycle continued til the morning. anna and i are completely wiped out. yesterday morning i had to beg anna to feed the boys at around 5 am cause i had the night shift and i was going crazy. i'm sure that i'll eventually get use to the routine.
even though there's so much chaos with: late nights, feeding, changing dirty diapers, etc etc... it's so worth it. they are so cute!!!
paperwork is killer when you have a kid..in my case, 2. i'm running around work trying to add the boys to my health insurance plan, contacting my insurance for benefits info, paperwork for certificates, ordering baby items, etc etc.. i hope i don't miss anything.
on another note, my brothers and anna's sisters will be in town this weekend. thankfully, my sis-in-laws are staying at a hotel because our little apartment would be crazy packed. peyton and taylor will get to meet the many uncles and aunties that will soon be spoiling them.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
what a shame
i served for over 5 years in the USMC with a combat tour in iraq and received numurous awards and yet some people think i skated out of the military at the end of my run.. even though i left with an honorable discharge (highest you can get in the miltary). i was suppose to get a medical discharge but my sgt major respected me and gave me what i deserved.
if your wondering, i got out a year early because of post traumatic stress disorder. i wasn't mentally capable of going back to iraq for another tour and the military thought it was better if i was released early. i came to minnesota so that i could be attached to another unit, but instead my unit in chicago decided to let me go early before my contract expired. that's why i was going back in forth to illinois last summer.
it's a shame that i served my country and yet people think that of me. i know that it probably hurts me more than the original person meant it to but to put yourself in the face of death and come home alive means alot and to have someone think that of your career is a slap in the face.
maybe if i told you that i saw and tried to help bloodied and battered children, who were in the middle of an improvised explosive device, who were going to die in seconds because of wounds so severe.. maybe you might understand what PTSD is. to see a peice of shrapnel the size of a football coming out of a little girl;s back who is crying and seeing her father praying to god next to her yelling at us and cursing us to hell.. maybe you might understand what PTSD is. to see peices of a man heads on top of a building after he's been blown to peices..maybe you'd understand. to shoot a man who was coming home with his father after a vacation and didn't know that if he crossed a certain line we were told to shoot..maybe you'd understand. to raid a family's home and take their dad in the middle of the night with no true intelligence and watching the women and children beg for us to stop. maybe you'd understand..to watch a friend kill an entire family with one shot out of a 240 golf machine gun because they failed to stop their car in time..maybe.. just maybe.. to dream dreams of my family dying and covered in blood.. maybe you might understand what i went through. don't think my career meant nothing and that i tried to get out of the military. you have no idea..
if your wondering, i got out a year early because of post traumatic stress disorder. i wasn't mentally capable of going back to iraq for another tour and the military thought it was better if i was released early. i came to minnesota so that i could be attached to another unit, but instead my unit in chicago decided to let me go early before my contract expired. that's why i was going back in forth to illinois last summer.
it's a shame that i served my country and yet people think that of me. i know that it probably hurts me more than the original person meant it to but to put yourself in the face of death and come home alive means alot and to have someone think that of your career is a slap in the face.
maybe if i told you that i saw and tried to help bloodied and battered children, who were in the middle of an improvised explosive device, who were going to die in seconds because of wounds so severe.. maybe you might understand what PTSD is. to see a peice of shrapnel the size of a football coming out of a little girl;s back who is crying and seeing her father praying to god next to her yelling at us and cursing us to hell.. maybe you might understand what PTSD is. to see peices of a man heads on top of a building after he's been blown to peices..maybe you'd understand. to shoot a man who was coming home with his father after a vacation and didn't know that if he crossed a certain line we were told to shoot..maybe you'd understand. to raid a family's home and take their dad in the middle of the night with no true intelligence and watching the women and children beg for us to stop. maybe you'd understand..to watch a friend kill an entire family with one shot out of a 240 golf machine gun because they failed to stop their car in time..maybe.. just maybe.. to dream dreams of my family dying and covered in blood.. maybe you might understand what i went through. don't think my career meant nothing and that i tried to get out of the military. you have no idea..
Monday, April 13, 2009
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