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

“Just a Dog” was written by Richard Biby of Broken Arrow, OK.  “Just a dog” was first published in the monthly publication of the North American Versatile Hunting Dog Association.  As a former NAVHDA judge,  Mr Biby contributes to the Verstile Hunting Dog Federation.

From time to time people tell me, “Lighten up,  it’s “Just a dog,” or,  “That’s a lot of money for “just a dog.” They don’t understand the distance traveled, time spent, or costs involved for  “Just a dog.” Some of my proudest moments have come about with  “Just a dog.”  Many hours have passed with my only company being  “Just a dog” and not once have I felt slighted.  Some of my saddest moments were brought about by,  “Just a dog.” In those days of darkness, the gentle touch of  “Just a dog” provided comfort and purpose to overcome the day.

If you too think it’s  “Just a dog” you will probably understand phrases like, “Just a friend”,  “Just a sunrise”,  or “Just a promise.  “Just a dog” brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person.  Because of  “Just a dog,” I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. For me and folks like me, it’s not “Just a dog.” It’s an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past and the pure joy of the moment. “Just a dog” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday people can understand it’s  not “Just a dog.” It’s the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being  “Just a man or woman.”

So, the next time you hear the phrase, “Just a dog,” smile.  Why?  Because they “Just don’t understand.”

“Researchers have found that low self-esteem and materialism are not just a correlation, but also a causal relationship where low self esteem increases materialism, and materialism can also create low self-esteem. The also found that as self esteem increases, materialism decreases. The study primarily focused on how this relationship affects children and adolescents. Lan Nguyen Chaplin (University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign) and Deborah Roedder John (University of Minnesota) found that even a simple gesture to raise self-esteem dramatically decreased materialism, which provides a way to cope with insecurity.”
Read on [DailyGalaxy.com]

One thing around here is we’ll never have to worry about becoming insecure due to materialistic matters or vice versa. We’re happy, healthy, and able. Riches you can have. More money equals larger headaches.

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?

┏┫　┏┓　┏┓　┣┓　 　　┃┃Copy & Paste If
┗┫　　　┃　　　┣┛ ┏━━┻┃You Got rick rolled
　┃　┗━━━┛　┃　 ┣━━　┃And Loved Every
　┗━━━┳━━━┛　 ┣━━　┃Second Of It

If you’ve NEVER, NEVER, EVER been rick rolled, Click here

Were you aware that masturbation is a gateway drug? [Oh noes!] Worse yet, masturbating can lead a poor soul into a heated time of nasty, dirty sex. [Oh my!] Just ask “the doctor.” He’ll fill you in on all the sexy details.

Oh. Wait. Shave that unsightly, wild hair that’s growing in the palm of your hand!
Via Gawker

Related:
I’ll be strong and hold out for one or more of Victoria’s Tees for Valentine’s Day, JP. Just in case you were wondering. Surprise me!

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.