A Death Near My Unit...

Well, we all knew this day was going to come at some point.  Yes my friends, this is the saddest day in my 8 year military career.  They have always told me if you stay in long enough you will lose a close friend.  Well fellow readers, today is the day I have to announce the death of a close personal friend of mine.  

My friend and I were introduced a long time ago initially.  Back when I worked at Nordstrom's Cafe is when we met initially.   We had a "brief" relationship.  Honestly, I have no idea why we were separated.  While a great friend, we just could not be together longer than a day no matter how hard I tried.  The two of us had a fantastic relationship!  

Time has a tendency of healing all wounds and sure enough, I had forgotten about my close friend after joining the Air Force.  However, less than a year had gone by before I started remembering my old friend.  However, as luck would have it, I was on my way back to Phoenix.  Back in those days, I was fairly poor yet I still vowed to meet up with my old friend.

There, sitting near a clearance rack was my old friend.  I could not resist nor could afford more than one pair of my 2xist boxer briefs.  My friend offers a perfect balance of support while still giving up the freedom of boxers.  Plus, the ladies dig 'em.

This morning, I went to pull up my 2xist's and as I did, half of them stayed around my ankles!  Not one to be a waste, I pulled the rest up and decided to go about my business. After all, maybe I could salvage them. However, after a day of wearing (waring maybe?) them even Jesus could not save these poor things.  They were stupid comfortable and I love being able to read the news paper through my underwear!

I would like you all to take a moment of silence to mourn the loss of a friend.  I know I sure did!

 

A hitch in my giddy-up?

I have been lazy and haven't written in a long while.  Seems I have been too busy with other things; be it Leon Phelps, the ladies dog or well Bud Light to be honest...  But more recently-much more recently which honestly kind of scares me- I have a new occupier of my time and she goes by the name Elizabeth.

It is a very strange story that seems to be more fitted to a Hollywood romantic comedy than my life.  Over a year and a half ago, during a late breakfast at the Cracker Barrel up in "Crestucky" my friend Jill and I meet this awesome hostess with whom I shamelessly flirted.  She kept coming around so I kept flirting.  After breakfast I thought to myself, "Damn, that girl was really cool.  I wish I could see her again."  Lucky for me, Jill says, "I got her number."  After a number of texts, Elizabeth and I end up exchanging numbers and continuing to chat.

The following weekend, in one of my more stalker- no wait scratch that, obsessive follower, stalker sounds creepy- moves, I drive all the way up to have breakfast just to see her again.  I had the Strawberry Shortcake for dessert and it was fabulous!  After that visit, I tricked, I mean convinced her to see me outside of work.  We had a great date just walking around a park.  That was the last time I saw her.  Nothing bad happened, we just stopped talking.  She went to New York for a couple of weeks, then I went TDY for a few and we just grew apart.

Here is where the story gets all Hollywood.  Nursing a pretty righteous hangover last Saturday morning, Jill calls me up and asks if I remembered Elizabeth from Cracker Barrel.  Turns out, she had been trying to contact me and no longer had my number.  So I told Jill to give it to her.  Not 2 hours later I get a text message from her.  We text nonstop for the next two days and she decided to come to town to visit me.  These last few days have been incredible and I can't recall ever having had a better time with someone other than my family.  We are just so comfortable around each other.  It is almost intoxicating.  Or that could be the Bud Light...no, I just opened my second.  Definitely her!  

Now here is where the hitch comes in.  Before her, I had these great plans to move back to Phoenix and I still really want to.  But on the other hand I don't want to lose her AGAIN!  She knows of my plans and it doesn't scare her off and obviously it is way too soon to ask her to move across country.  I only have 140 some days left and need to start making plans.  I am still scared that this is too good to be true.  Some freaky 4 day dream maybe...I don't know.  Like I said, things like this happen in movies, they don't happen to me.  Help me, Jebus!