Let's see how this plays out

Author: Cory (Page 1 of 2)

I'm a thirty-something just looking to better myself and keep track of my progress. Love flying, running, and staying active outside as much as possible. Let's add ramen to that list as well.

Letter’s to Wren #2

A heard your heartbeat a few weeks ago and I don’t think i ever heard something so beautiful. It was strong and fast and alive. I can’t believe it. It still doesn’t feel quite real yet. Your mom isn’t really showing yet and day to day living really hasn’t changed except i tell your mom not to eat soft cheeses and she gets grumpy and does it anyway. I have a feeling you are going to be a stubborn child just like your mother…and me I guess.

A little later a got to see you doing summersaults in her tummy on an ultrasound. It makes me want time to speed up so I can meet you and then completely stop so I can just hold you forever. I cannot wait to see your perfect little face. You got really lucky to have a mother like yours. She is kind, loving, smart, giving, strong-willed when she needs to be, passionate about the things she loves and a great friend. If you turn out even a little like her than I know you will be successful in this life.

We told everybody about you last week as well. Everyone is so excited to meet you, except uncle Derek as your putting a wrench in his 40th birthday plans like I did on his 4th birthday plans when I was born. Like daughter like daddy am I right. They all wondered why we called you wren, and started making bird jokes. Well after your Brittish uncle Richard told everyone that a wren is an adorable little bird. It was a bit funny, but they are dumb so don’t listen to them, joking of course. A Wren is a baby bird, not only does it go well with Dickey but it’s kind of what you will always be to us. You’ll grow up and fly away but we hope you’ll always fly back to us and you’ll always be our little Wren.

Letter’s To Wren #1

Today I found out you were a girl. We were sitting on the couch watching the news before work, I was wearing my comfy vouri sweats, sockless and your mother was wearing her sweats and the Carmel-by-the-Sea sweatshirt we got a few months back visiting your aunt and uncle and cousin in California. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the look of absolute elation on your mom’s face when she looked up from her phone. She was checking emails and had gotten the results back from the chromosomal test, to find how healthy you were going to be and obviously your sex, when she started making her happy squeaks. You’ll find those just as wonderful as I do soon. She asked, “Do you wanna know?” so fast that it was almost one word, one sound that i had to take a second to realize what she just asked.

Your mother looked up at me, happy tears building steadily in the corners of her eyes and said were having a girl! I couldn’t believe it! we could finally put a name to our little webbed foot alien bean in mom’s belly. You are the cutest fetus tho don’t worry. You’re about 11 1/2 weeks now, barely the size of a poker chip, at least thats what my daddy app says and you have all your little fingers and toes. I’m am so excited to meet you and love you unconditionally.

The news hit me like a rock, I had all the future happiness and worries hit me at the same time which amazed me and stunned me so that i couldn’t respond right away. I am still gripped by both of those. The fear that you might go down the same path as your paternal grandma, future boyfriends im going to have to crush, sending you off to college and worring about creeps, also the joy in witnessing your first steps, your first words all your graduations and accomplishments i get to share with you.

Life is so funny like that. Your mind and your heart negotiate and what you should be feeling on a certain subject and all the emotions get their say as well and you end up with this hurricane of swirling emotions. You always get to choose which emotion you want to focus on though don’t ever forget that. It may be hard trying to wrestle those emotions but you have the biggest say in which one you want to feel.

Good conversation

Its nice to catch up with friends, especially those you havnt seen in a while. Once you get to chatting and talking about the lost time between you, it’s like time really hasn’t passed. Thats how it feels when catching up with good friends. I have always thought I was pretty good at picking good people to have relationships with. especially dudes, but most of the girlfriends as well. I end up having these really good 2-3 year friendships that eventually peeter out because distance and life, but those I end up choosing are trustworthy and reliable, funny and all around good people. I’d like to say that could be a reflection of myself, or I draw like minded people to me but i think it might be a mix of knowing who not to befriend or let into my inner circle. That is just as important i think. Knowing who to stay away from.
Catching up with old friends is like reading the sequel to your favorite book series, you know the characters but you have to be engaged and interested to know the new stuff they get into/got into. I feel like I get to be in the know, its a privilege really that anyone really gets to develop good meaningful relationships. hmm maybe its more of a necessity. Im a go with the latter because I can eat well, sleep well, workout and work on myself as much as I want but if I can make a meaningful connection with someone, then whats the point of all that? So at the end of my life I can stand tall all alone? I don’t think so, at least not for me. I love getting to know other people, their true selves. The people they are without any other masks on. I want to see who people really are, and I try to be as nice and comforting as i can so they can feel safe enough to share that with me. It hasn’t really been a top priority for me lately. Maybe because I have a built in forever friend in my wonderful wife that I don’t have that deep desire to connect with most anyone else.

Sitting alone in a hotel room in a small town does bring out the need for connection though. Especially with good people.

The Caca Cartel

It all started in late summer. A small twin engine prop plane began flying lower in the sky than i’ve seen before and dipped lowest above our house. thats about the same time dad started acting a bit…strange.

“You bring your umbrella with you today son?! my dad would say. “Dad its been sunny as shit, just like every other day in death valley” I would reply. “why do you keep asking us that?

he would dodge the question and begin spraying fabreeze by bottle on every inch of my house. The floor would make a wet squish with every step after words. like a linen scented swamp. Shit was weird.

One day i saw pops chatting with this guy in a naval captains hat, hawaiian shirt with maitais cocktails on it and rainbow flip flops. He was looking pretty angry. I’ve been hearing about a guy like chatting with other neighboers recently. Nobody had a good thing to say about him. all muttering something about not paying, and what a load a crap. and oh shit really? It was tough peicing together what they where talking about but i didnt want to make a stink about it.

Then it happened. pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeww…PLOP! blue stained caca bomb’s dropped from the sky.

“I can’t believe that son of bitch did it” dad said clutching his opened umbrella in the dinning room. “where’s your umbrella shithead!?”

The First Heartbeat

I can’t believe it. I’m gonna be a dad. It’s the most surreal and exciting thing yet i’m stupefied and terrified at what that actually means. It’s not in the bag yet, I am a little older (35) and I know, well, heard and assume that the chances of pregnancy not going as planned increases with age but, that didn’t stop the tsunami of tears and ugly, happy, hope-no-one-see’s crying that occurred after I got off video chat with my wife at her first ultrasound and ob/gyn appointment. There it was, a little grainy blob on the screen, our grainy little blog no bigger or mo distinguishable than a raspberry, but that heartbeat, goodness… I’m tearing up just thinking about it. What a perfect little blob.

Before today, the feeling that we’re gonna be having a little baby person walk right on out of her butt in 9 months hasn’t really set in. Before today, it was just silent prayer, hoping things are going to go as planned. like arriving at the airport late and hoping your flight is still there. Before today, it just didn’t feel…real. After today that’s all changed. There’s no going back to believing it’s another thing to postpone. This little raspberry has taken its place full force in the center of my thoughts. My dad instincts have been primed and I am fully invested in being the best possible dad I can be.

How lucky CAN I be. I think there are maybe two times in my life where I can remember fully crying happy tears, one being at my wedding and the other seeing this babies heartbeat. How crazy!It’s like all the wishing and planning, baby name searching and child rearing discussions have been attested, like we spoke this baby in to being. The daydream of being a dad is finally being realized. its something i’ve wanted since I can remember. Even in high school the only thing i wanted to be truly good at was being a dad. I don’t know if its cause i got crazy ass parents or i was born with a deep want to procreate like a mother fucka but, the pappy desire has always been there.

I feel, with no real proof yet, that i might be too relaxed with them. My biggest fear honestly is not being tough on them over the right things and too tough on things that don’t matter much in the long run. Well, there are a shit ton of fears to be completely candid but I don’t want to speak any of those into existence. Still a bit superstitious I guess but hey, why risk it.

The stakes are now so incredibly high. I am reeling at how much i love this jelly bean already one the one hand and terrified on the complete devastation of my heart if anything were to happen to it. Is this how most parents feel? what a fine fucking line to walk.

I hope i will be everything that baby needs when they need it.

California Schemin’

Concept?
1) Narrative of a redneckish, broke San Jauqin valley California family from the point of view of all of the members like This is Us
Some neighbor telling the story of all the crap that the family has done or the schemes they’ve come up with
2) Story told through the eyes of the people they’ve interacted with; the family wants to burn everything in the house to buy some new rent -a – center shit and it’s told from the Fire department or the senior loving apartments next door.

Theme?
Good people are made not born and they can be made in any number of ways; even wicked ways.

Main characters:
Siblings: Mary, Waylon, Alton, Jamison
Parents: Laurel, Lynnette

Episode one -There was a boom
(story is told from a senior citizen from next door)
Scene starts with Waylon as a child digging a massive hole in the back yard as the old man watches through some holes in the fence smoking a cigarette.
Act 1: Discover why Waylon is digging a whole through family and old man exposition.
Act 2: Build up to the boom with funny interactions from Laurel and Brothers,
Act 3: Boom Happens, the Family deals with the fallout of boom and the raucous it caused and learns there is too much of a good thing.

free writing expirencuru\\\

white queens silky black dress hung off loosely, drowning the shrunken and delicate body within. its been years since she’s been to a funeral, least of all a member of the royal family.

I’m Back biaatch

It’s been a little while. Don’t know why it can feel like pushing a semi up a sheer rock face just to get on this and wiggle my fingers to spell out a few words but it does and that’s why I haven’t written much lately. I might as well write about some things that have happened in the last few months.

I stopped writing after I went to Australia to do some of the missions down there. Talk about a month of bull shit and debauchery. Flying back and forth from Aussie land to Japan through typhoons and shite weather is not my favorite but the beers are what really jacked me up. Ever heard of wizard staffs?! don’t do it, just…don’t. It was basically a month long frat party when we weren’t flying and honestly that was the only thing that kept us sane. Stuck in a tiny dorm room with no internet, one could only punish my dong so much.

After that I met one of the sweetest cutest women I have ever met and boned her. I also will be marring her so it wasn’t just about the poon. She is absolutely wonderful. I am so excited to start our life together. we went on a bunch of fun dates and hikes and I didn’t want to stop spending time with her. Then I was sent to Anchorage for Red Flag.

Anchorage was gorgeous but quite terrible as well. More isolating then Darwin and less freedom surprisingly even though we had cars. we couldn’t go into stores and hardly any food was deliverable and they guy we asked to get food was kind of a dick. it was like they weren’t prepared for us at all. funking stunking. anyway I did have a bunch of time to do nothing which I’m really, troublingly good at. After that 2 weeks quarantine then back with my baby. we had two full months to love each other and it was freaking great! thanksgiving and Christmas were the best I’ve had here and I couldn’t have been happier

Then my sweet baby went on to Yokota for tdy and I was lucky enough to see here up there. stayed with her for a week which was great! then I left for two months.

Back to America for Instructor Upgrade …in Altus yukkkkk. Stayed at a crash pad though so that was dope! it was easier than I thought it was going to be honestly. during that Cody and Lia got to come see me for a while which was dope since I haven’t seen them in over a year and some change. It was not bad but I let my health and my diet slip which affected my well being way more than I thought it would. My body felt light I was full of sludge, movements slow and heavy but that was nothing to how my mind had fallen. I was sluggish, full of anxiety and self doubt. I adjusted and the change was almost instant, two days of hard workouts and confident self talk and I was back to new. Thats something I have to remember when I’m not feeling my true self.

and that brings us back to right now! on ROM reading more manga than I thought possible, creating enough friction rubbing my schlong to light California on fire.

Sunrise

A new day dawns, the pink and golden hues set the sky ablaze. It feels as if the vibrant watercolors are bursting out of me and lighting the sky with their brilliance. Clouds transform from messengers of gloom into awe-inspiring behemoths towering over me and wonder is all I feel for them. The ocean has never been more blue nor soothing even among the clashing of its waves, the whisper of its retreat and shimmering light of the sun dancing for me as if to say, come and join me, you idiot. The world is alive! Brimming with activity and noise and light and thunderous joy sparked by those enjoying themselves wafting about in the sea. It’s been too long since I’ve rediscovered these emotions inside me. I’ve shed this weighted cloak and helmet that has been oppressing me, pressing down upon my shoulders and back, blinding me to all that is great and beautiful in this world. I’m back Biatches

The Sinister Me

After my flight last night, when I was walking my Cali girl (see pics), I started to notice some peculiar thoughts. Strange, negative things about people and the walk I was on the fuckin weather. The weirdest thing is I was supposedly happy. I just had a nice long flight, got the job done right with a good crew, and was walking my favorite furry creature, yet I couldn’t help but think the worst of everyone and everything. Granted, I was drained, it was early morning, or late night depending on who you are and your priorities, but still, that’s not who I see my self as. I think that’s why that negativity gets to me so much. It’s because I see my self as the exact opposite. Someone who believes the best in everyone, who gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and withholds judgment on everyone, not someone who gets pissed because I don’t like the way you use a fork, or how happy you are when its this god damn hot out. That isn’t me!!! …But maybe it is. I’ve been fighting this massive internal war between who I believe I am and who my thoughts portray me as. Why the disconnect? Why is there such dissonance between my beliefs and a sense of self? The war has been raging on for months now with very few battles won for team good guy. Team dickhead is feeling very smug about now.

To be clear, the negativity has very rarely boiled over and manifested itself in actions or words. But once is too much for me. I know I am better than that, and I know I can do better than make anyone feel like less than great. That’s why I’ve started this blog, which is just a strange word for a journal, isn’t it? I feel like its the sound Dracula makes when he cums. “You’re going ta make me blog” (said in count Chocula voice). But I digress. Here’s to hoping I can get all my negativity out on here and save anyone from the wrath of the dickhead.

Up’s and Down’s

Fuckin’ shit, fuck, well, hahahaha FUCK!

My dad

Couldn’t have said it better than my dad did above. It was one of those days, I’ve been having a lot of them lately. So much so that I’ll just start calling them today. I started out optimistic and even wrote in my 100-day goal journey, but optimism gave way to pessimism and then to downright cynicism wondering why the fuck am I doing anything but watching anime and vigorously masturbating. Despite that feeling, I did what I had to do. dropped my rent a car off. Not one minute later I get a call and knew it was because I wasn’t supposed to have pets in the car. Didn’t answer that. three minutes later I get an email, asking if I had pets in the car accompanied by professional type photos of my dog’s hair as the centerpiece. literally pictures of ONE hair in the trunk of the car, ONE! and it was white! Unless the Cals trans-morphed into a yappy white-haired chihuahua I don’t think it was ours. The other piles were though…It was like a five-minute drive, fuck. Anyway, I get a new alternator for the man van. I’m thinking, if I can charge up the battery to let it coast about a half-mile to the hobby shop I can use there tools and shit to get this thing put in quick. Five hundred feet later, I have parked in front of the tennis courts broke down as shit. Here’s a good a place as any I think and my dad’s voice echoes in the back of my mind. Well, fuck cory, stop fucking around get this fucking shit working again. So, I get all red neck’y and do that damn thing. 3 hours later, 700 fucks and a bunch of traumatized tennis players later I get the damn thing running. A pretty proud moment actually. I am the least mechanically inclined brother for sure so it was satisfying as fuck to get it done. Even with an audience. Only used a hammer thrice which for a Dickey is far too little. I drive off, head held high, coved in grease and scratch marks up to my biceps, which I’m glad to have been training lately, and head home. FUCK YA.

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