When Joey comes marching home again...
So he won't be marching home again, more like flying home, but I can't wait. Good news... it's soon, Bad news... he got bumped off the Advance Guard because somebody else in his platoon had family medical issues come up. I can't wait til he gets back so I can hug him then hit him.
I love him, I'll stand by him, but he told me, and I quote: "I don't really want any parties this time coming home, I just want to buy a nice car and keep driving until I'm no longer afraid of things blowing up on me." His platoon has lost too many lives. He's seen too many explosions. Why couldn't he have been something boring, I don't know, a dentist maybe. He wouldn't be the brother I love so much if he did that though.
After hearing what he had to say I've been thinking about all our memories growing up, how he used to team up with John to make me the bad guy in whatever we were playing. Then he went through a phase where he'd team up with me agains John. It took about 16 years for John and I to realize that Joe was always on someone else's team, never the sole aggressor. I just hope and pray his survival instincts (often called weasel-like qualities by me when I was growing up)help bring him home... I'd even let him "scalp" all of my dolls like he did that one time.
Speaking of cars blowing up though... Mallory is undergoing a HUGE surgery right now. She's getting a new engine... I've learned some valuable lessons about who to let change my oil and am now currently looking for a loan for $3,000 dollars. Since I own her free and clear I figured it was more intelligent to keep her up than buy a new car. Not to mention my family has owned her since she was driven off the lot so we know there is no hidden body damage and we know that she has no other problems (mom and dad replaced the transmission a while ago).
So that's my life right now. The two biggest thoughts running through my brain are I WANT JOE HOME and I want my malibu back. In that order.
I love him, I'll stand by him, but he told me, and I quote: "I don't really want any parties this time coming home, I just want to buy a nice car and keep driving until I'm no longer afraid of things blowing up on me." His platoon has lost too many lives. He's seen too many explosions. Why couldn't he have been something boring, I don't know, a dentist maybe. He wouldn't be the brother I love so much if he did that though.
After hearing what he had to say I've been thinking about all our memories growing up, how he used to team up with John to make me the bad guy in whatever we were playing. Then he went through a phase where he'd team up with me agains John. It took about 16 years for John and I to realize that Joe was always on someone else's team, never the sole aggressor. I just hope and pray his survival instincts (often called weasel-like qualities by me when I was growing up)help bring him home... I'd even let him "scalp" all of my dolls like he did that one time.
Speaking of cars blowing up though... Mallory is undergoing a HUGE surgery right now. She's getting a new engine... I've learned some valuable lessons about who to let change my oil and am now currently looking for a loan for $3,000 dollars. Since I own her free and clear I figured it was more intelligent to keep her up than buy a new car. Not to mention my family has owned her since she was driven off the lot so we know there is no hidden body damage and we know that she has no other problems (mom and dad replaced the transmission a while ago).
So that's my life right now. The two biggest thoughts running through my brain are I WANT JOE HOME and I want my malibu back. In that order.