Just a sheep in wolf’s clothing.

So we have all been in that moment where we are just so taken in by Prince Charming. Well what if Prince Charming goes from charming to not so charming in less than a day. Whoa, put the brakes on. Please sit right back and let me tell you the story of a very non-charming Charming.

So I was on a group date the other night and my date was not the most fun, in fact I was down right bored. You see my date was much younger than me by about six years. I never thought age mattered until I realize at 20 you just don’t have very many life experiences to share. Actually with me it is hard for me to connect with people at all. I have done a lot of thing in just my 27 years. I have lived in many countries, been to war twice, finished college, and grad school. What can I say, I have met the Queen of Whatever, moved with the shakers, smoked with the hippies. I digress, so I am not having a good time on my date. However, there was a guy there lets call him Charming. He was actually going through the same fun time I was, his date sucked as well. So there we are both having a crappy time and we just ended up chatting with each other and really connecting. I had a great time, we chatted about 6 hours. How many people get that opportunity. Luckily our dates were as bored with us as we were with them.  So anyway the next day we made plans to talk. So about 5 today my friend Scarecrow called me, now I love Scarecrow and no matter where or what I am doing I will drop for Scarecrow. I had a call waiting while I was on the phone, normally I ignore call waiting. In this case I answered it because it was Charming. I explained to Charming that I was on the phone and would call him back. This is where it gets so non charming. PC informed me that instead he would call me back about 5:30. Okay fine by me whatever. So I finished up my conversation with Scarecrow and then I lay on my bed just hanging out watching TV and I fell asleep. I missed Charming’ 2nd phone call. Oops. His voicemail said that he would call me later. So I thought nothing of it. Then I get up and check my email, don’t you know there is an email from PC. Old PC has proceeded in a conversation tone essentially call me all sort of things but phrased them in a way like this (this is an actual excerpt from the email, I could not make this up) “Good afternoon my little chubby buddy, looks like you were gabbing too much to talk. I hope all the gay talk didn’t tire you and you are able to email me back. …. Excited to chat with you some more my effeminate chubby buddy”. So when I finally talked to him I told him that I did not like the way he spoke, of course he shrugged it off as my perception of the words. Yeah because effeminate chubb is such a term of endearment. Needless to say I am over Charming. It is a shame to, he had such potential.

Kitty Rescue

Today was the funeral of my roommates grandfather. It was a somber day to say the least. When we were leaving the town hall after the wake I noticed a small, very small kitten covered in blood. Someone had apparently ran this Kitten over with their car and kept going. Bastards! Maybe they did not know. So the Army medic in me just sprang into mood. This was not just an innocent kitten but it was a symbol, maybe a fallen comrade. I am not sure but I know I immediately wanted to help this kitty. I scooped it into a chicken box, I still feel guilty about that by the way, and immediately the girl on the couch and I rushed it to the nearest vet. I waited for the vet to tell us that there was an eye laceration and definitely a broken leg or hip. I also think that once x-rays are done they will discover fractures of the cranium. I of course felt worse because I can not adopt this kitten no matter how much I want to. I really pray that this kitten will be okay.

When it’s over…

Despite the heading this is not about a Sugar Ray song. Instead this is about my need to be out of the Army soon. 

A lot of people are looking at me funny that after 12 years of my life I am walking away and getting out. To be honest I only have 9 months left. I could not be any more excited. I am so ready for this to be over. 9 count um 9 drill left. I have to reflect back and think has the Army at all made me happy. No, but it has helped me get to a few places I am today. I am pretty financially secure because of the Army, I have my degree, I am working on my masters, and I am pretty much at a good place in my life. So for that I say thanks Army, but the truth is I’m just not that into you anymore. 

I will still fight for the rights of the troops and my fellow soldiers, I still will dedicate myself to seeking those people will be taken care of. That is why I have a career in the VA hospital system. I still care about the people who serve.  So I want to say thank you to everyone who has served with me and now I begin the count down to my good-bye.

Thank you,

Hudson, 

Soon to be proud civilian.

I think it is her teeth

So recently there was Rufus and Martha day. Rufus and Martha are great best friends. After an interesting lunch at Eat N Park, on a side not when I first moved to PA I thought that Eat N Park was one of those old time resturants that you parked at and they brought food to you car. I digress, so we go to the red-box to rent faboulous love and dance movies. The love movies is the sad but funny ones. You know like the I am dying but it is okay here is a clown. That sort of movie. The dance movies were our real escapism. We got to pretend that we were the dance superstars. Let me tell you, I cut a mean rug. 

Now in the funny but sad movie starred Hilary Swank. Now I am not really a Hilary Swank fan. Rufus addmitted that she is not a fan either. We pondered why in our head and both said, “I think it’s her teeth.” Classic. Finally some validation, I swear that woman has the largest front teeth I have ever seen. Now let me assure you I am from the south and judge no one, okay everyone. Still as southerners we are all kind and polite, to your face at least. Just kidding. 

Well thank you Rufus for a great day.

Gay Marriage…

Okay so here I am about to go on a rant. Disclaimer this is the only time you will ever hear my position on this issue.

I have always reserved my opinion on gay marriage because I figure it is just that my opinion. However, I want to say first of all SHAME on California. Now in Cali’s defense marriage is not a state issue and should have never been. You see the fact of the matter is, its a human rights issue. However the govt wants us to have a law apparently, so that makes it a supreme court issue. Good luck with those idiots. They have no idea it’s their issue. Apparently they are the ones deflecting it to the states. Well let me tell you why it is a national issue. You see a heterosexual couple can marry in California and move to lets say move to Iowa and there marriage is recognized. However a same-sex couple married in California and moves to Iowa there marriage is not. Are you kidding me? I know I am not the first one to see plain and simple this is a supreme court, national attention issue.

Is it my Karma?

So there I was after all, of last nights catastrophes I wake up this morning to get ready for work and what happens, I ripped my pants. I quickly change and head out the door to work. I get to work and what is missing, my wallet. So here, I am at work no wallet, no money, nothing. Are you kidding me? I then have to run to my doctor’s office for what is I know going to be the most emotional visit of my life. I spend two hours there in such a downpour of emotion. Oh my goodness, only to be told we have to continue the same session again later. I am not sure I can handle that. I get back to work after the doctor in a catatonic state and I am told that I will be a part of a wonderful play the next day. Ugh, I hate forced fun and socialization. Ugh! I finally get to leave that place this evening only to have to run to Barnes and Nobles to pick up a book, oh yeah oops I forgot my wallet. A few polite smiles where I am sure the cashier is totally judging me. I run out of the door and across the street to my apartment grab the wallet go back and buy the book. It was nice to smile and pay, I put that smug evil cashier in her place, ha, and I told you I had just left my wallet at home. Maybe it is my karma….

The bright side, I did manage to get a stuffed penguin from the girl on the couch.

Twas the night of glass and sauce….

So here I am tonight at home on this cold and snowy eve. I decided to celebrate my roommates mom being here by making myself some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I was excited, but these days it takes so little to make me excited. While I was gathering my supplies for soup cooking, I knocked a glass out of the kitchen cabinet. Meanwhile the girl on the couch was standing right under the cabinet, somehow the glass missed her head. I wonder if it was because me yelling catch it, catch it. Like that was going to help.

A few moments later when I am reaching for a pan to grill the grilled cheese I knock a bottle of Szechwan sauce out of the cabinet. Great not only am I cleaning up glass this time I am also cleaning up what looks like explosive diarrhea off of my kitchen floor. Oh, how fun is this night so far. As if that was not enough, my soup started to boil over onto the stove. Are you kidding me at this point?

Now here I sit typing away with a small piece of glass in my finger, I think.  Oh night of glass and sauce.

Bringing back the funny…

When I started this blog it was a way to showcase how I find everyday life happenings as funny side comments. Well the funny has been gone for so long and I miss it. I still find things hi-larry-re-us. I just don’t write about those things. Not to worry I am bringing the funny back.

A letter to Sarah Palin…

Just a rambling..I did however actually send this letter…(side note: I would not take this to seriously)

Gov. Palin,

I just want to say first and foremost I am a registered democrat and I did not vote for you and John McCain. However, I want to say that I am a fan of yours. I also feel that you are getting a bad rep from the campaign trail claiming you lost the election for the republican party. We all know that is not true. The failure to win the election came from the Bush administration. Although, I am not sure why people are surprised that our country’s economy sucks right now. After-all Bush did previously run some of his companies into the ground but in his defense he was drinking a lot then.

It appears that I have run off course in this letter, my apologies. I just want to say that I think you would make a great senator. Just throwing it out there. You never know I am grad school and may find myself living in Alaska some day. I would vote for you. That is all I am saying.

Thank you,

Christopher W Hudson

No reality today…

Okay so I just returned from Mississippi with a non-deployable profile. I cannot tell you how much it stinks and how much of a harsh reality this sets in for me. However, today and tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday respectively, I will not be facing that reality. Instead, I am going to take today and tomorrow and enjoy my friends, the “new family” as I proclaim them to be. Monday is the day of reckoning and figuring out what this completely crazy mess means.

Most folk here don’t dig to deep, but that is what I want to do in the cliché dig to my soul figure out how I live before I die. I never believed in PTSD until on the plane returning from Mississippi, I went to the bathroom and cried like a baby. I cried for my friends that I missed here and my friends that I was leaving in Mississippi. So that is Monday’s problem but today is the start of the no “reality weekend” and I say come on lets have some fun.