Wednesday, May 18

Husband Hump Day: P is for....

*Yes, I realize this isn't the first Wednesday of the month. Neither is it the second. But... any Wednesday is a good Wednesday when it's also Husband Hump Day. Take it away, honey.....*




A few of the P’s of my life.

Playing:
This one is now a faded, distant, dusty memory of a period time forgot.  The memories I have of these days I am sure are skewed, but fondly looked upon.  I grew up in the suburbs of Tulsa in a cul-de-sac with some neighbors close in age to my sister and me.  I spent the preteens and teens in Arkansas.  My best friend throughout that time was my middle sister.  We were thick as thieves until evil puberty hit my sister smack in the face and all of a sudden, I was left on my own.  Don’t cry for me Argentina, I bounced back with puberty of my own and found out why the change happened in my sister.  Hormones had grabbed, me flipped me upside down, and changed everything I thought I knew about girls.  I realized that they didn’t have cooties, I really didn’t know anything about them, and they weren’t as bad as they seemed.  It wouldn’t be until much later that I realized again that some girls really do have cooties (but we call it something different), I still don’t know anything about girls, and some of them really are as bad as they seem.  I use the term “girl” loosely, or maybe I am referring to loose girls, whatever.

Partying:
This one not so much anymore, but back in the day I could roll with the best of them.  In my group of cronies I was always the “crazy one”.  You know the type: the one always willing to take it too far for a little fun or a laugh.  When we would go out on our “island hopping campaign” (made infamous from the Marines during WWII), or you could call it “bar hopping,” there was a good chance someone was going to get arrested, or the very least end up the night in a fight.  Not that we were the mean bunch, but we were the bunch that was way too loud and way too drunk.  I saw things that can never be unseen, I heard things that can never be unheard, I did things that can never be undone, and drank things that should never be drunk (I am looking at you Saki).  Now these weren’t my high school days these were my Marine Corps days, which leads us into the third P.
Jeremy as hot Marine, 1998

Patriot:
This one I have a deep sense of pride and respect from.  My mother and father taught me at a young age that this was part of our identity and our heritage.  Both of my grandfathers were veterans, as were my father and uncle.  I remember seeing my mother tear up a bit during the National Anthem and watching those Time Life videos of Vietnam and World War II with my father in quiet reflection.  Then in a quiet voice he would remind me of why we were free.  I joined the Corps as a junior in high school and spent the next year in the Delayed Entry Program.  Less the 30 days after graduation, I left for MCRD in San Diego, California.  The next several years of my life were a blurry whirlwind (see previous P).
Playing and Partying, those two deserved a second chance for an early twenty-something fresh out of the Marine Corps and back home.  I won’t spend too much time on these two again as my wife reads this (this is her blog anyway).  Over the next several years I learned a few important lessons in life.  1)  Don’t do keg stands with change in your pockets.  2)  Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear; beer before whiskey, mighty risky.  3)  Mustard and mayo sandwich while driving will get you home, but not recommended.  4)  The first thing that pops into your mind is not always the nicest.  5)   You get more with honey than with lemons.  6)  Treat women like you would want your sister to be treated.  7)  Student loans and credit cards will have to be paid back! 8)  Pride comes before the fall.  9)  Prayer works.  10)  “Love is never having to say you are sorry,” is the biggest load of crap ever (more like “love is always having to say you are sorry”).  There are many more things I learned, but I will end with this: remember plausible deniability- when in doubt deny, deny, deny, it is easier to beg for forgiveness than plea for permission, and it is best to be thought of as an idiot than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Parenting:
This is the one that will never end.  Your parents will never quit worrying about you. You will never quit worrying about your kids.  You will never parent as good or as bad as you think you are doing.  Your kids are not extensions of you.  They are their own people who will make their own choices.  The best we can hope for is to teach them and equip them with the best knowledge we have and hope they far exceed that knowledge.  It is ok not to keep up with the Joneses.  Money will never satisfy.  Tombstones never read, “I wish I would have worked more.”  Loose lips sink ships. Choose your words wisely, because what you say can never be unsaid.  Never stop loving or laughing and always wear sunscreen (I couldn’t resist, it sounded like a graduation speech).

Jeremy and his youngest Bee, Easter 2011



Jeremy B. is a full time family man who, despite his past, has found true happiness in God and his family.  He is a strong believer in learning from your mistakes and the power of forgiveness. Throughout his life, he has had shortcomings and made countless mistakes.  He stays close to home because that is where his heart is, and he thinks he is smarter than he really is.  Come back in 30 years and ask him about it then.
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2 comments:

  1. I love your contribution! Seriously!

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  2. Great blog. My stepfather and mom live in Tenn. He is a Vietnam Vet~ a Marine. http://tinyurl.com/64au22b Blessings to you!

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