WOTD uniform

WOTD uniform

Uniform

In 1994 I closed the door on a career that allowed me to see the world, both the greatest and worst of humanity

2000 saw me put on robes for my first degree, actually I skipped out that day to pack and find my next home for 3 years

I donned my I’ll fitting blue suit when we laid my mother to rest. Broke ass college student and at that time a failure in most people’s eyes.

My 2nd Chance to walk through graduation saw me in the same blue suit. This time pointing to the sky ensuring she saw my success

A new suit, actually 3, after I had a run if success and a marriage found me in yet another uniform 

Hospital scrubs, hat and footies is was my clothes 3 years ago as I brought into the world my greatest accomplishment ever and the greatest I can hope to attain

WOTD brassy

WOTD brassy

Brassy

It was a day we should have wanted to remember

My back had gone out 3 weeks prior and I was in 3 pain meds and a bottle of wine

She was battling the demons in that flask

We both thought we knew each other, we had no clue

I was suffering from liquid and pill courage and rage I did

She was an introvert thrust into the spotlight

We both had our abusers in the audience we shouldn’t have survived

It’s been almost 4 years 2 newborns 8 surgeries a 3 week layoff and buying our first house 2 cats adopted one is missing an eye, list a child custody case, we shouldn’t be alive

And yet here we are, a little quieter a little calmer, slowly spaying demons day by day, slowly getting to know each other

This is what two brassy people in love look like to us we don’t back down we don’t give up

WOTD trace

Trace

My fingers roll over the words printed in ink so many years ago

Never in cursive since I’ve always failed at penmanship, should have been a doctor

These days my thumb grows callosed since now we type with one finger

I prefer the roughness of paper and pencil

When I read aloud, my fingers follow the words like they did when I first learned to read, now I trace the words for my daughters, but really it’s the only way I can focus

I want to gently tug at the letters untill they are free from the page and see what pictures they would make if allowed to flow freely

I’m still puzzled at how we decided these shapes of lines and portions of circles define our very existence, we put the value of life and death in them, would we be better off being illiterate

WOTD buff

WOTD buff

Buff

The most important job in boot camp besides latrine queen is floor God

Yes the latrine is the first room a petulant drill Sargent wants to rip apart

But just ponder this, how can the drill Sargent get to the latrine, or anywhere for that matter, he or she must walk

The military is obsessed with shiny things, but what is the shiniest, a freshly and properly buffed floor

Yes go ahead look down you know I’m right

There is nothing like seeing your reflection gazing back at you with ponderous intent than your own reflection

There is nothing as temporary and fleeting as that same floor blemish free for mere moments before a misplaced geel beat smashes down, indicating domination, respect, intimidation

I can still hear the heel taps my drill Sargent wore that announced the end of peace and contemplation

It caused panic and disloyalty amongst fellow prisoners if their own volition

There is nothing as satisfying as standing just outside of the barracks or a long hall, inhailing neverdull and floor striper with just a hint if bowling alley was that you bartered for with a pack of smokes or some Thunderbird and knowing you have reached perfection, when you Bellow socks only muther fuckers and the drill Sargent takes a tumble on his ass sliding halfway down the bay

I don’t even hear the first seventy-fuve minutes of the six hour ass reaming I’m about to receive, and neither does my crew standing like a true band of brothers, quietly admiring our work, quiet professionals who soon will separate and never attain this level of accomplishment. We are the floor gods, you are only allowed in our world when we say and after we have mentally masturbated ourselves for a task completed

Even the drill Sargent pulls us aside to quietly tell ya how impressed he is, only to cut that feeling off as it leaves his mouth. For a nano second we are his equals, nay, his betters

Look at that buffed floor and know that people who you are not worthy to associate with gave prepared the way