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OCTOBER 23, 2007 @ 06:21 PM | NO COMMENTS


"Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose."

If you know the line sing it with me.
OCTOBER 2, 2007 @ 12:53 AM | NO COMMENTS


JULY 22, 2007 @ 10:29 AM


I do know because of the automated e-mail system that I've recieved
some messages. Well, probably just the one. But I'm still not able
to read or respond directly to them. Gov. computers and all. But in
a month and a half I'll be back in AZ so I can respond to that
message. I would guess that it's just hate mail but I doubt any of my
ramblings have had that much of an effect on anybody.

APRIL 26, 2007 @ 10:12 AM


So nothing exciting really happens during my day to day. I mean sure
yesterday one of our bomb dogs alerted on a truck but it was nothing. This
evening there has been two explosions in the distance we can't identify and
in our first month here there were a handfull of rocket attacks but one
quickly gets used to this sort of thing. So end result is I'm getting
bored. Not that I'm gonna start my own version of "Jackass Iraq", I'm just
bored.

I know, I know, at least I'm bored and not out on the highways doing
convoy's with the Army. I don't envy those guys at all, they've got a hell
of a job to do and they do it well. Me, I got lucky this year and got an
easy assingment. Last year I got a shitty assingment at Bucca gaurding
detainees that I hope to never do again. I'll take convoy's over that one
anytime.

In my spare time I've been tearing through books. I finished off the dozen
or so I brought with me and a few I either found or were sent to me by
friends. (Thanks Kiki.) But I'm quickly running out and our little shop
has a sad assortment of paperbacks. So I've turned to my old friend Barnes
& Noble. I've got four books on the way, one more pre-ordered and 13 on my
wishlist just waiting for the word go. I've always loved the store and the
website is gonna keep me sane. I would ask more friends and family to send
books but Kiki is the only one to ever zero in on my taste in books. It's
weird how she's done that without even trying.

Speaking of trying. I know, shitty segue. I'm trying to get healthy by way
of the gym. So with each morning I'm off to the gym. I actually enjoy it
now that I'm used to getting up a little earlier. I'm hoping when I get
home at least one person will ask the question "Have you been working out?"
That'll make my day.

Chris

chris_addison2001@yahoo.com

<div>So nothing exciting really happens during my day to day.  I mean sure yesterday one of our bomb dogs alerted on a truck but it was nothing.  This evening there has been two explosions in the distance we can't identify and in our first month here there were a handfull of rocket attacks but one quickly gets used to this sort of thing.  So end result is I'm getting bored.  Not that I'm gonna start my own version of "Jackass Iraq", I'm just bored. 
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<div>I know, I know, at least I'm bored and not out on the highways doing convoy's with the Army.  I don't envy those guys at all, they've got a hell of a job to do and they do it well.  Me, I got lucky this year and got an easy assingment.  Last year I got a shitty assingment at Bucca gaurding detainees that I hope to never do again.  I'll take convoy's over that one anytime.
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<div>In my spare time I've been tearing through books.  I finished off the dozen or so I brought with me and a few I either found or were sent to me by friends.  (Thanks Kiki.)  But I'm quickly running out and our little shop has a sad assortment of paperbacks.  So I've turned to my old friend Barnes & Noble.  I've got four books on the way, one more pre-ordered and 13 on my wishlist just waiting for the word go.  I've always loved the store and the website is gonna keep me sane.  I would ask more friends and family to send books but Kiki is the only one to ever zero in on my taste in books.  It's weird how she's done that without even trying.
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<div>Speaking of trying.  I know, shitty segue.  I'm trying to get healthy by way of the gym.  So with each morning I'm off to the gym.  I actually enjoy it now that I'm used to getting up a little earlier.  I'm hoping when I get home at least one person will ask the question "Have you been working out?"  That'll make my day.
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<div>Chris</div>
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<div><a href="mailto:chris_addison2001@yahoo.com">chris_addison2001@yahoo.com</a></div>

MARCH 24, 2007 @ 07:44 AM


I'm standing outside sipping on a fresh cup of coffee, smoking a cigarette.
The suns been down about an hour and the stars are out. In the distance I
can hear some frogs croaking over the drone of the generators, at least I
think their frogs. Anyway thats what I shoose to believe. If I just look
at the stars I can imagine myself back in Missouri in my parents back yard.

Then the spell is broken by one of the Army's choppers zooming overhead. Oh
well, at least I've got my coffee.

Chris_addison2001@yahoo.com

<div>I'm standing outside sipping on a fresh cup of coffee, smoking a cigarette.  The suns been down about an hour and the stars are out.  In the distance I can hear some frogs croaking over the drone of the generators, at least I think their frogs.  Anyway thats what I shoose to believe.  If I just look at the stars I can imagine myself back in Missouri in my parents back yard.
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<div>Then the spell is broken by one of the Army's choppers zooming overhead.  Oh well, at least I've got my coffee.</div>
<div> </div>
<div><a href="mailto:Chris_addison2001@yahoo.com">Chris_addison2001@yahoo.com</a></div>

MARCH 9, 2007 @ 08:49 AM


It's amazing how twelve hours of sleep, a shower and a cup of coffee can
make you feel human again. We should only be in Quatar a couple more days
before we get a flight so we have nothing to do but wait.

At least I've got coffee.

chris_addison2001@yahoo.com

<div>It's amazing how twelve hours of sleep, a shower and a cup of coffee can make you feel human again.  We should only be in Quatar a couple more days before we get a flight so we have nothing to do but wait.  </div>

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<div>At least I've got coffee.</div>
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<div><a href="mailto:chris_addison2001@yahoo.com">chris_addison2001@yahoo.com</a></div>

MARCH 8, 2007 @ 05:53 PM


If emailing these entries works this will be the beginning of my deployment
journal. I don't expect I'll be able to access the site from a Gov.
computer so if anyone is responding to this stuff I won't know it. I'll
just be a voice in the dark.

I'm in Quatar right now and we're waiting to catch a flight to Kirkuk in
Iraq. We don't know how long it will take but most say at least a couple
days. It's 4:47 the morning of the 9th and we've been traveling since the
morning of the 6th in Tucson AZ. I know I'm rambling right now but I'm so
tired I can barely finish a thought. Not that I imagine anyone will be
reading this. It's mostly for myself to read when I return. Maybe save it
for the grandkids.

I gotta go find my bed.

chris_addison2001@yahoo.com

<div>If emailing these entries works this will be the beginning of my deployment journal.  I don't expect I'll be able to access the site from a Gov. computer so if anyone is responding to this stuff I won't know it.  I'll just be a voice in the dark. 
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<div>I'm in Quatar right now and we're waiting to catch a flight to Kirkuk in Iraq.  We don't know how long it will take but most say at least a couple days.  It's 4:47 the morning of the 9th and we've been traveling since the morning of the 6th in Tucson AZ.  I know I'm rambling right now but I'm so tired I can barely finish a thought.  Not that I imagine anyone will be reading this.  It's mostly for myself to read when I return.  Maybe save it for the grandkids.
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<div>I gotta go find my bed.</div>
<div> </div>
<div><a href="mailto:chris_addison2001@yahoo.com">chris_addison2001@yahoo.com</a></div>

MARCH 3, 2007 @ 08:01 PM


I envy your happiness and giddy feelings of new love. I feel sorry for you because this is the third time and I don't believe you're ready for it. I hate you for never acknowledging how I felt about you then. I miss you and driving home with the smell of your hair in my head. I'm dissapointed in myself for never making you see, never making you notice why I would hold a kiss a little longer than a friend should.

Oh, and uh,, you never needed fake tits to be lovely in my eyes.
FEBRUARY 28, 2007 @ 05:05 PM


FEBRUARY 26, 2007 @ 09:30 PM


I sometimes wonder if I've been talking to myself in the dark while the voices of the people next door arguing comes through the wall and light from their front porch comes through my curtains. The ceiling fan whirs above me and I find solace in clean sheets.

My thoughts whir around too like the ceiling fan. I can't shut it down. I try to distract myself with thoughts of sex with the pretty woman that was at the register where I bye cigaretts. That hasn't worked for months though. I don't know why but I can only seem to fantasize about women I know and then only about relationships. No sex. So my mind continues to spin like that ceiling fan.

Clinking as it goes around 'cause it's off balance. Maybe it wasn't put together right or maybe it's just dusty. So it keeps clinking which wouldn't be so bad if I didn't need it to keep turning.
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