Maryannaville™

I used to be your favorite drunk

Good for one more laugh

Then we both ran out of luck

And luck was all we had

You put on a uniform

To fight the Civil War

I tried to join but no one liked

The side I’m fighting for

So let’s drink to when it’s over

And let’s drink to when we meet

I’ll be standing on this corner

Where there used to be a street

You left me with the dishes

And a baby in the bath

And you’re tight with the militias

You wear their camouflage

I guess that makes us equal

But I want to march with you

An extra in the sequel

To the old red-white-and-blue

So let’s drink to when it’s over

And let’s drink to when we meet

I’ll be standing on this corner

Where there used to be a street

I cried for you this morning

And I’ll cry for you again

But I’m not in charge of sorrow

So please don’t ask me when

I know the burden’s heavy

As you bear it through the night

Some people say it’s empty

But that doesn’t mean it’s light

So let’s drink to when it’s over

And let’s drink to when we meet

I’ll be standing on this corner

Where there used to be a street

It’s going to be September now

For many years to come

Every heart adjusting

To that strict September drum

I see the Ghost of Culture

With numbers on his wrist

Salute some new conclusion

Which all of us have missed

So let’s drink to when it’s over

And let’s drink to when we meet

I’ll be standing on this corner

Where there used to be a street

Courtesy of The New Yorker

Now you know what I just recently purchased. Jason knows how to get rid of “The Scream.” It isn’t anything close to how I’d handle it. Then again, gratefully enough, I don’t wear Jason’s shoes nor do I want to, either. I still like it, though. Art is art, right?

Bringing home combat wounded from Baghram in June 2008 Factual video on the C-17 Aero medical mission.
Watch the video here

When facing disappointments, take a step back from the original issue and remind yourself, “What do I really want?” and “Is there a solution?”
Disappointments aren’t meant to hurt you or keep you down. They’re meant to help you to grow and to remind you of your priorities.

Ma to JP, come in please. You can bet your bottom dollar the mistakes and heartaches have been a huge part of who I am today and they were a small price to pay for the many hours of joy that my life has now with you in it. I am one extremely happy woman who is content and knows who she is once again. Thank you for sticking with me through the heartaches and gallons of tears, JP. Having you in my life is the greatest gift. I would have never imagined that I’d have another chance at loving a wonderfully kind and loving man as you. My heart is yours.