Sunday, January 24, 2010

Letters from Daughter's TO Home

(Now at Camp Pendleton, San Diego, Marine Corps Recruit Training)

Dear Ma and Pa:

I am well. Hope you are too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer that the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay... practically nothing. Men got to shave but it's not so bad... there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you 'til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.

We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join up before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding on in.

Your loving daughter,

Alice



http://www.funnyandjokes.com/letter-from-a-farm-kid.html

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Letter from Daughter to Parents


Dear Mother and Dad:

It has now been three months since I left for college. I have been remiss
in writing this and I am very sorry for my thoughtlessness in not having
written before. I will bring you up to date now, but before you read on,
please sit down. YOU ARE NOT TO READ ANY FURTHER UNLESS YOU ARE SITTING DOWN. OKAY!

Well then, I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and the
concussion I got when I jumped out of the window of my dormitory when it
caught fire shortly after my arrival are pretty well healed now. I only get
those sick headaches once a day.

Fortunately the fire in the dormitory and my jump were witnessed by an attendant at the gas station near the dorm, and he was the one who called the fire department and the ambulance. He also visited me at the hospital and since I had nowhere to live, because of the burned out dormitory, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him. It's really a basement room, but it's kind of cute. He is a very fine boy and we have fallen deeply in love and are planning to be married. We haven't set the exact date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to show.

Yes Mother and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you are looking forward to being grrandparents and I know you will welcome the baby and give it the love, devotion and tender care you gave me when I was a child. The reason for the delay in our marriage is that my boyfriend has some minor infection which prevents us from passing our pre-marital blood tests and I carelessly caught it from him. This will soon clear up with the penicillin injections I am taking daily.

I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is kind and
although not well educated, he is ambitious. Although he is of a different
race and religion than ours, I know your oft expressed tolerance will not
permit you to be bothered by the fact that his skin color is somewhat darker
than ours. I am sure you will love him as I do. His family background is
good too, for I am told that his father is an important gun-bearer in the
village in Africa from which he came.



Now that I have brought you up to date, I want to tell you that there was
no dormitory fire, I did not have a concussion or a skull fracture. I was
not in the hospital, I am not pregnant, I am not engaged. I do not have
syphillis and there is no man (of any color) in my life. However, I am getting
a 'D' in History and an 'F' in Science and I wanted you to see those marks
in the proper perspective.

Yours-

Your Loving Daughter



http://www.jokes2go.com/jokes/2671.html

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Letter From Daughter to Mother (This puts things in perspective)

A friend of mine, a single mother of one, was passing by her daughter’s bedroom when she saw, to her shock, the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes.

But it’s not only the passion Mom, I’m pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.



In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don’t worry Mom, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.

Your daughter,


Judith

PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbor’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

http://www.innocentenglish.com/best-funny-jokes/letter-from-daughter-to-mother-this-puts-things-in-perspective.html

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

And now we're back on the road to being bad ... ;-)



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Now I am not actively looking & saying "That's the norm" but it is an aspiration. And I aspire to shake my booty or create the same head turning effects as these little ass-wigglers.

Of course I need more exercise or sex but that's another story.

Blessings,




Julian

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Just A Flash of Memory



We had the right love
At the wrong time
Guess I always knew inside
I wouldn't have you for a long time

Those dreams of yours
Are shining on distant shores
And if they're calling you away
I have no right to make you stay
But

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
will come to see
That you belong with me

Sometimes goodbyes are not forever
It doesn't matter if you're gone
I still believe in us together
I understand more than you think I can
You have to go out on your own
So you can find your way back home
And

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
will come to see
That you belong with me
Letting go is just another way to say
I'll always love you so

We had the right love
At the wrong time
Maybe we've only just begun
Maybe the best is yet to come
'Cause

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
will come to see
That you belong
With me

Somewhere Down the Road Lyrics

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Today's Entry



I'm a dreamer, and sometime's it's hard for dreamers to live in the Here & Now. So I was strolling through Wal-Mart (which is as real as it gets for a dreamer) and I found a Magic 8 Ball.

So, I shook it, asking a few questions:

"Magic 8 Ball, will I ever see so-and-so again?" And the answer was: Cannot Predict Now.

Then I shook it again, whispering, "Magic 8 Ball, will I ever have the pleasure I had before?" And the answer was: Reply Hazy, Try Again.

So finally, I asked, "Magic 8 Ball, was I a fool to want to chase my dreams?"

And when I saw the answer, I was so tickled I had to take a picture of it with my cell phone.



So, no quitting, no giving up, just a little more laughter and work.

Blessings,




Julian

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

More Motion


More Motion

Today I spent my time cleaning my new studio. I am working to make the best I can of my situation, and to make the idea that either I’m not substitute teaching every day (as I had hoped) or working more than 25+ hours per week in retail. Thus, I am going to have to make something good of my days/time off daily if not hourly. I need to draw more, write more, and create written and illustrated sketches.

I have access to the internet and a portable laptop, meaning I don’t have to make a base in one place. I do need to save something from paychecks between paying for my insurance, car payments, laptop payments, and the desires I have for my life. No, I am not going to strip bars but I’m not meeting anyone new. Everyone and everything is temporary until I have my dream. And if you think I’ll sacrifice my personal pleasure to follow my dreams, well … you’re right. I shall; dreams are selfish.

So am I, and that’s just me being honest with you the reader of this posting, and myself.
Some request I am doing for fun, and some to learn from their creation and the patience needed to make them successful. After all, if I can’t write often, quickly, and with some feeling of erotic (or pornographic) expectation for pleasure for my reader, then I’m not doing them a favor.

I told myself I’d be working for at least 90 minutes and now I need up to that idea I’ve given myself as a standard for my work ethic. Meaning 90-uninterrupted-minutes must be used, PER DAY, (no matter the day) to anything, even reading. Writing, posting on-line, creating links and having my stories become more popular are my goals. I have to can’t expect to be the “popular kid”, since I was never that kid and never will be that writer. Who I have to be is the one willing to work as hard as possible, making concessions and working to get a good reputation as a creator and entertainer.

One way or another I have to make my dreams come true. I’ve sacrificed and lost too much to turn my back now or to relegate it to simple entertainment. I have to make this work somehow, no matter the cost or time involved until I am a success or a lump in a grave. No more censoring, idiots or fearing any reprisal or assholes. Fuck ‘em all! Let them pay for my shit and let them choke on it if they don’t fuckin’ like it. I’m not gonna care about them, but about the people who matter.

Eventually, Julian will replace the other guy, and one day they’ll be both sides of the same coin. One a fantasy, or a means to an end, and the other a source of pride, joy or happiness. I don’t go to bed aching for work to come like a little kid looking for Christmas. Shit, I don’t even feel like that FOR Christmas. I loathe the fuckin’ holiday, only wanting to go to midnight Mass and to have dinner with my family.

Like work, and like Christmas, I should want to or enjoy doing something productive, joyous and creative.

I have been reading Larry Winget’s “Shut Up, Stop Whining & Get A Life”, and it’s a sound kick in the trousers for me. I won’t admit to being or feeling like a winner, but that doesn’t mean my feelings need to stay the same or that I should accept my situation. In fact, I should be working to my best efforts, to be the best ME that I can be in this life.

I can’t cheat myself or look back at my defeats any longer. I can reflect, momentarily, but I can’t let the failures hold me back. I have to make progress daily, hourly if possible and keep getting closer to my dreams. If I don’t do it now I’ll never have a chance again. I love writing, and must make that my best effort, period. Drawing needs to be next. Like previously mentioned I need to make the best of my skills, working harder than before to get closer to my hopes and dreams.

There should be no doubts or aversions, no fear or wheedling, questions, or excuses.

There should be success, joy and a desire to follow new venues, catch a falling or rising star, and make poetry from the hesitations of my soul and art from the memories of the good and bad.

Closing for now … see y’all later.

Much love & many blessings,




~ j ~


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Blessings,



Julian