Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Kendy Kronicals: Just Another in the Litter

As an old Chevy Blazer crawls up to the farm, a short haired, brown spotted pup notices and is curious to see why someone has decided to travel to a distance on a random fall afternoon. It comes to notice that she, in fact, was the concern for the day. As she was picked up and carried into this foreign automobile, she couldn’t help but show fear and confusion as to why she was the one to leave her fellow stray dogs behind. As the drive to another place continued yonder, she couldn’t help but feel more and more as though her life was about to change dramatically. Good or bad, it was her decision to see what these new people had in store for her and whether she was going to like it or run away the first chance she got. After making it to her destination, the new people began calling her Lexus as though it was her name all along. Time and time again, she questioned what the purpose of these new people were in her life, why they were here, why they chose her as an addition to the family. But then, one day, all of this became clear to her why she was with these people. She was more than just apart of the litter with these people. She wasn’t another dog looking for a home with these people. She was, from what she could understand, Lexus.

Her purpose was to make an unknowingly deep impact in a group of people’s lives that will never be forgotten. When times were good, she was there to experience the fun and laughter with her new family. When times were rough, she became the object of attention to break the negativity. When nothing was going on, she would nudge somebody to take her outside so she can see what’s going on out there. Sure enough, in the beginning, the outside was her love. If any trespasser stepped foot on her lawn, she made sure they knew who’s land it was with brute force and aggressiveness. For some, she would lay off easy. For others, she never seemed to find a medium with them, even if shown they mean no harm. Her strategy of aggressiveness was as simple as a chess match. When a pawn was moved closer to her faction, she always had to send the Queen to do her bidding, no matter what happened. All in all, it was out of pure love for her family. She never had a bad taste for anyone in the family unless she thought something was purely out of hand. In that moment, she let her side known to everyone how she felt. Although her way of talking was not theirs, everyone understood. A few years down the road, the family began splitting up in a sense. During this time, Lexus didn’t know what to do with herself because she didn’t understand.

The family she came to know and understand was leaving her she thought. Through the years, their visits were at times far and few in between, but never a problem with her. Jealousy always came into play when dealing with her older brother, but the jealous never overpowered the bond they shared. They came to terms with understanding each other’s ways entirely too well through all the time they spent together dealing with each other. Although she hated to always see her brother come and go, she didn’t mind having all of the attention when it was just her and mom. From what was once a question of faith in having a dog grew to a question of faith whether one could live without a companion like Lexus. In the years of her brother leaving and father visiting every so often, a companionship was deeply grained within the remaining couple. From what would seem as annoyance at times was merely obvious love and envy for one another.

Lexus was always the type to lead than follow. This was something that was triggered from within her soul. But, when it came to her mother, she knew following was the only way to understand. As the years continued, it became normal to see mother walking around and hear the pitter patter of feet behind her. Lexus was a wonderer and made it clear with everything she did. There are some dogs you can honestly say have no smarts, but not Lexus at all. To say how many times Lexus outsmarted her family would turn this blurb into a bestselling novel. Her father favored Lexus greatly. Everytime he came over, her face would fill with joy and her tail would wag like nothing before. She always knew when Dad would come, fun was bound to follow. Lexus always found the most joy when everyone was together again. It was how a family should be and she understood that as she got older.

The most important key is understanding that her family did not just see her as just another dog in the litter. She is and will always be Lexus. By far, the most unique dog you could ever meet. If you were unfortunate to experience Lexus’ territorial disputes, or signs of being spoiled, or uncanning ability to get away with entirely too much, I feel sorry for you. With that said, I hope you enjoyed this blurb about a dog that will never die in the hearts that she has touched.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

In the Sleepbox: Up in Smoke

So I fell asleep the other day and I awaken on my porch. I am sitting outside looking at my dog doing her business on the lawn and a friend of my pops out of nowhere....literally. We sit and chat for a bit about life and things going on in both of our lives that have taken up a ton of our time and efforts. For some reason, this dreams ends in both of us taking a smoke of good old fashioned tobacco. Why?? I dont know. I dont enjoy smoking cigarettes so I dont get it. I have been trying to figure out what this dream meant but I have no clue at all. So I thought I would share

Monday, March 21, 2011

Moral Monday: I Salute You!

So I have been thinking about this awhile and have not been sure how to talk about this subject without possibly growing some animosity somewhere. The military comes off as being a sensitive topic to some. We have the"Don't Ask, Don't Tell" thing going on right now. Vets talk about how they were done wrongfully after Vietnam. We have current war going on because of people high up wanting more money it seems. Instead of focusing on the aftermath and intro to wars and money and drama of that nature, lets talk about the people's experiences that served this country with their lives.

I have always wondered, as a civilian, how much information soldiers get when sent over to certain places. I know they are given info on their mission, their objectives (there HAS to be objectives), underestimation of how long they will be on tour with this (yep, underestimation), maybe a victory cigar? Alright, this is just to start things off. But seriously, my biggest thought when thinking about military actions taking place and troops being sent over to a country they may not know much about is simply, were they really told why they are being sent to a dangerous area to risk their lives?

President George W. Bush sent troops overseas to fight the war on fight the war on terror. I want to know what they were actually told. "Alright maggots, we will be heading over to the Middle East to fight back in this war on terror! Terror has stricken our country with more terror after more terror and I want to keep expressing that there is a war on TERROR so you know there is a war on terror!" guys think I am trying to make a joke but I really want to know what they were told to think that they were serving a reasonable purpose for putting their lives in dangers. Now, the war on terror seems to be most notably known as the war on oil. Innocent parent's babies being sent over to fight a war because people wanted more power (money). Who wudda thunk it?!

Now, we have real disasters in the world occurring, New Orleans, Haiti, Africa (People forget about this continent overall), and now Japan. It is good to see troops sent over to assist in these issues because this deals with the lives of people surviving. I don't recall the last time I had a bowl of Oil Krunch for breakfast. To top that, Libya isn't exactly in the best condition right now and I can see, from what they are telling us, why troops would begin being sent over to that deathtrap.

I simply bring this up to hopefully spark some one's attention into understanding the position soldiers put themselves into and how many individuals don't really think about how valuable they are to have stepped to the challenge of serving their country no matter how fraudulent they see the government. From talking to friends who are in military services, the common thing I have noticed from speaking with soldiers is that they serve their country for the people that fill the country, not for the government it stands for. I thought that was pretty interesting.

Moral: The next time you see someone suited up in army/navy/marine gear, bow your head because they deserve your utmost respect no matter what they look like or have actually done to contribute to you being alive and living well.

The Update: Showtime

Alright so school always seems to find a way into my blogging love. So I am ADDING a show to my already set in stone shows:

Moral Monday: You already know about this show. You want to learn a life moral. Stay tuned to it.

Setback Saturday: Things that set you back in life. Things that cause you dilemma from getting where you want to be.

The Kendy Kronicals: This can be anything that deals with being a B.O.S.S. Now dont get too excited, you wont hear anything juicy enough to stop me from getting a job so keep that in mind. Ranges can deal with new music, the love life, trips, family, and friends. Pretty much, the positives of life. I am always talking about something that will set you back, or a life lesson that was learned from an experience. Why not the good things to look at in life? Stay tuned!



Craziest. Party. Ever. So Jen and I go on this journey that many other journeyers may not have went on during a Saturday Night in cold rainy Pittsburgh. We went to a house party. No big deal you say? What's so reckless about them you say? Well I'll tell you.

Me and my partner in crime drive over to this spot on the west and we park the car, lock up, and make way into the streets of da burgh. We get to the house after being lost for awhile and get to the door. When it opens, the first wiff was a mix of cheetos and drugs of some sorts. I choose a no no to go into detail.

We walk into this plethora of confusion with utter dillusion as to what we just walked into. Jen didnt know this girl from ANYWHERE. They met randomly, obvious this isnt the whole truth, but it kinda is. We explore her row house with amazement with the people and music that was playing. It was really out there but nice at the same time. We decided to cozy down in the area of where drugplay was occurring. After a few drinks people wanted to play Kings and ask reckless questions. A girl asked a metro guy at the table who in the room of both sexes would he smang/bang/smash. He chooses a girl in the room and the guy he chooses just happened to be me. After this occurred, I found out from somewhere this dude is actually gay. I have no problem with gay guys, its just that I was just hit on by one and that is NOT. I guess it was part of the game but I honestly would not have answered that question if that was me. I mean seriously. Like, cmon. Over and out and back again.

Eat me.