Revision

OK, to what few followers I have managed to get in the past two days, I apologize. Perhaps I was unclear on my explanation of a "naked thought."
Have you ever seen a commercial for a soccer game and then they show a guy (yes, it is usually a man) running a across the field in his birthday suit? And then you think "OK, that has nothing to do with the at game at hand?"
Well, welcome to the concept of a naked thought.
Warning! These thoughts can happen anywhere, anytime, to anyone ,even if they are unwanted. Don't worry, its normal, call it part of being human and having a higher brain-function.
As I stated in my first blog, this is simply a way for me for document these thoughts that I have and see the result. Please do not take offense, or do, if that if your choice, I for one, will not be offended.
As a further warning, I may choose cover such issues as politics, religion or sex. If any of this you might find offensive, please discontinue to read my blog. However, if you enjoy the challenge of stimulating conversation, read on. but, you have been warned, so don't sue me "or nuthin'".
Furthermore, Happy Thanksgiving!

Good-bye Matt-ador

"That's not bad news, it's sad news."  My seven year old says to me after I explain the news of the day to her yesterday afternoon.  I told her that Daddy lost a friend today, his friend passed away, and that was her response.

His name was Matt Adair, that's why I called him "Matt-ador" and he was Kyle's friend.  They bowled together on a team every Friday night and he even spent the night at our house once so he wouldn't have to drive home drunk.  Personally I only met him twice, but Kyle knew him.  Those who know my husband also know that he does not have many friends, so those few are important to him. That makes this loss all the more difficult. And it was difficult receiving that phone call from Kyle yesterday, his voice was shaky and I could hear the hurt coming through the phone. "He was my friend," that's all he could say to me. More than anything I wanted to reach through that phone line and hug him, hard.

Details of Matt's passing have not yet been made known to us; right now it is only known that his body was found in his apartment by his family. My whole heart goes out to them, no parent should have to bury their child, no matter how old they are. Kyle made Chevii promise that she wouldn't die until after he did; I know she didn't fully understand but she promised anyway.

The funeral is Saturday.  Kyle will be driving a van from work to the funeral for those who wish to attend but cannot afford to go on their own. That is so like Kyle to take action in order to pull himself through the grief.

As for me, it may be a while before I know what to feel. Part of me almost feels guilty if I cried for him because I didn't know him. But I also want to cry for Kyle because he did know Matt and I see Kyle's grief and that hurts me too.

Where have they gone?

Remember that Paula Cole song, "Where have all the cowboys gone?"  I listen to alot of GenX radio, so I hear it all the time.  Up until a couple of days ago it wasn't much more than a song I used like while I was washing dishing in the kitchen.  Then one day I was figuratively slapped in the face.

As I was walking up to a store front there was an older man approaching from the opposite side of parking lot.  Since it turned out we were both headed into the same store, part of me prepared for him to open the door for me; not that I'm conceited, or I always expect better treatment than others, but because that would have been the gentlemanly thing for him to do.  That is simply how I was raised, with manners; and where I come from most people have them and know how to use them.  Now, I do try to hold an open mind, sometimes I hold doors open for my elders, man or woman, out of respect, I also will hold the door open for my husband because I love him.  And when anyone opens a door for me I will look them in the eye and thank them.  This man did none of the above.  I held the door for him, greeting him good morning and looked him in the eye.  He said nothing, not even a mumble (where in some parts of Texas is an acceptable form of communication), not even a head-nod.  That's not the part that went all over me, I can handle rude people, I just left it alone.  No, the part that pissed me off, when he jumped in line in front of two people at the counter.  One lady said nothing, presumably too stunned to speak, the other lady, who happened to be the first in line, said to the clerk "I was first" and gave the old man a dirty look.  That was when I decided that whatever it was I came in there for really wasn't that important, I left.

The whole thing got me thinking, thinking about some of the men I knew, my husband, my dad, my father and brother-in-law, my brothers, my best friends from high school.  Not a single one of them would have done that.  I think that they all have more respect for themselves as men than to do something like that.  And not to mention that they each have a wife who'd give them a good tongue lashing if they did, but even that is beyond the point.  I suppose my question is, where have they all gone?  And where are their mothers to smack them upside the head and tell to mind their manners like I do my kids?  It goes back to a basic fundamental I thought everyone were taught as children, when you disrepect others, you disrepect yourself.

What is it?

Its not a perverted one, so get that out of your dirty mind right now. A naked thought is one that pops up in one's head, totally unprovoked and usually unrelated to the main focus of the thinker, this is also a close cousin of the random thought.  Now, that being said, I have dozens of both throughout the day.  The purpose of this is blogging is for me to record some of these thoughts and see what happens.  It is my hope that by getting them down will also get them out of my head so I don't have to dwell on them for hours at a time.  Some content may not be suitable for any reader, proceed at you're risk.