Reverse Pet Peeves

Wes Mantooth

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On that topic, for a RPP, being able to deal with death. Doesn’t really affect me. Like at all. Maybe that’s not a RPP and I’m just thankful for it. I don’t know.
 

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Okay assholes!

From Left to right: FC1 Lobert, FC2 Cederberg, FC2 Young, FC2 Aquino.

Lobert wasn't really in our crowd but the other two were some of my best friends in the Navy. Cederberg was a goofball, but we were good good friends. He's the guy who had to put his hand under the table to count to figure out if he had a straight. Aquino is one of my favorite people I've ever known. She made the lives of everyone she worked with better. Massive energy and positivity damn near all the time. And the three of us, with a few others, didn't just work together every day, we played poker 6 nights a week and then we'd hang out on liberty in foreign ports. We'd even get together outside of work when we were back home.

I love those guys!

And I'm the one who is unsat. I have a harness on because I'm about to be on a platform to unload missiles (I'm thinking it was unload and not load mostly because of how happy we are. We unload just before pulling into Hawaii on our way home from deployment) and I'm supposed to have my pant legs tucked into my socks while handling live ordnance. It looks bright in the pic, but I'm guessing it's really close to 6am and we've been up since at least 4am for a day that will probably end at 7-8pm. A total of four point defense missile launchers to unload, one on each corner of the ship, 58 missiles in total.
 

Rubashov

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Okay assholes!

From Left to right: FC1 Lobert, FC2 Cederberg, FC2 Young, FC2 Aquino.

Lobert wasn't really in our crowd but the other two were some of my best friends in the Navy. Cederberg was a goofball, but we were good good friends. He's the guy who had to put his hand under the table to count to figure out if he had a straight. Aquino is one of my favorite people I've ever known. She made the lives of everyone she worked with better. Massive energy and positivity damn near all the time. And the three of us, with a few others, didn't just work together every day, we played poker 6 nights a week and then we'd hang out on liberty in foreign ports. We'd even get together outside of work when we were back home.

I love those guys!

And I'm the one who is unsat. I have a harness on because I'm about to be on a platform to unload missiles (I'm thinking it was unload and not load mostly because of how happy we are. We unload just before pulling into Hawaii on our way home from deployment) and I'm supposed to have my pant legs tucked into my socks while handling live ordnance. It looks bright in the pic, but I'm guessing it's really close to 6am and we've been up since at least 4am for a day that will probably end at 7-8pm. A total of four point defense missile launchers to unload, one on each corner of the ship, 58 missiles in total.
Why aren't you following protocols? The tax payer spent good money after bad training you, paying your wages, feeding you and so on and you can't follow protocols? Let alone all the money spent on missiles instead of schools and hospitals. Are you some kind of cowboy? Whats a cowboy doing in the navy? Square your **** sailor.
 

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I’m sorry for your losses. You’ve talked about it before. Were they young?
Not especially, but they weren't old. My father died in December of 2005 at 51 years old. He killed himself. I hadn't seen him for two years before he died. I was saving my military leave so I could take it at the end of my service to get out a little earlier and go back home. I was about three months from the end of my 6 year enlistment. I had just gotten back from my last deployment (the Navy pic is almost certainly from Oct, 2005). Those of us who had played a **** ton of poker on deployment got together for a game after the post deployment "stand-down" period where a lot of people take leave. When it happened I didn't know what was up, but my sister and B-I-L were also at the game (Hosted at Aquino's apt. but organized by me). My mom had apparently been trying to get a hold of my sister and I but got a hold of my B-I-L who it seems told her to hold off until after the game. So as we're driving home, and my B-I-L insists on driving, I get a call from my Mom telling me that my father had killed himself.

My mother died 6 years later from cancer. She was 58. Our relationship had become strained largely because of fallout from my father's suicide. We lived close and saw each other often, but our relationship was completely different. We had been so close when I was growing up. When I was in elementary school she was working as a letter carrier for the post office, she had rotating days off and I'd have a tummy ache fairly often on that day when she was off and I'd have to miss school. We'd watch the Price is Right and go grocery shopping. My mom and I were the early risers and my sister and Dad were not. I started drinking coffee when I was 13 because for me at least it was odd hanging out with her in the morning and not drinking coffee. Her condition, which I think she thought would prevent me from drinking coffee, was that I could as long as I didn't put any cream or sugar in it. I had bugged her for months and months to let me drink coffee. How was I going to drink it like some stupid kid when she drank hers black no sugar?

Anyway, I'm thinking about this stuff today. Yesterday my sister texted that she was going to post some stuff about my dad on facebook (it was his birthday) wanted to give me a heads up and an opportunity to ask her not to. So I avoided it while I was at work but checked it out about an hour ago after I got home.

Any armchair psychiatrist could see my last 15 years and know that I have desperately been trying to hold onto my parents memories in any way I can.

One of the primary things my father and I did together was watch the Jazz. He took me to the 1992 triple overtime game between the Jazz and the Bulls. That is exactly the moment when I became a die hard Jazz fan.

My favorite memories growing up were in the kitchen with my mom and dad (my sister had better **** to do, like read a book or do homework or something) but I wanted to be there with my parents cooking. They were foodies before that was a thing. They'd go to any kind of new ethnic restaurant they could find and then based completely on taste try to make those foods at home. They'd laugh and tease each other and then we'd sit down as a family, it was mandatory so my sister had to join us and then we'd eat and get goofy from whatever happens when you eat a bunch of awesome food made from scratch and we'd laugh some more.

Anyway. like I said, I miss them. In a happy way now more than in the past few years. I mean I still get sad, but I'm not as angry about it as often. I don't yell at my dad when I'm alone for doing that to us, to me. I mostly think about the good things.
 

LogGrad98

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Not especially, but they weren't old. My father died in December of 2005 at 51 years old. He killed himself. I hadn't seen him for two years before he died. I was saving my military leave so I could take it at the end of my service to get out a little earlier and go back home. I was about three months from the end of my 6 year enlistment. I had just gotten back from my last deployment (the Navy pic is almost certainly from Oct, 2005). Those of us who had played a **** ton of poker on deployment got together for a game after the post deployment "stand-down" period where a lot of people take leave. When it happened I didn't know what was up, but my sister and B-I-L were also at the game (Hosted at Aquino's apt. but organized by me). My mom had apparently been trying to get a hold of my sister and I but got a hold of my B-I-L who it seems told her to hold off until after the game. So as we're driving home, and my B-I-L insists on driving, I get a call from my Mom telling me that my father had killed himself.

My mother died 6 years later from cancer. She was 58. Our relationship had become strained largely because of fallout from my father's suicide. We lived close and saw each other often, but our relationship was completely different. We had been so close when I was growing up. When I was in elementary school she was working as a letter carrier for the post office, she had rotating days off and I'd have a tummy ache fairly often on that day when she was off and I'd have to miss school. We'd watch the Price is Right and go grocery shopping. My mom and I were the early risers and my sister and Dad were not. I started drinking coffee when I was 13 because for me at least it was odd hanging out with her in the morning and not drinking coffee. Her condition, which I think she thought would prevent me from drinking coffee, was that I could as long as I didn't put any cream or sugar in it. I had bugged her for months and months to let me drink coffee. How was I going to drink it like some stupid kid when she drank hers black no sugar?

Anyway, I'm thinking about this stuff today. Yesterday my sister texted that she was going to post some stuff about my dad on facebook (it was his birthday) wanted to give me a heads up and an opportunity to ask her not to. So I avoided it while I was at work but checked it out about an hour ago after I got home.

Any armchair psychiatrist could see my last 15 years and know that I have desperately been trying to hold onto my parents memories in any way I can.

One of the primary things my father and I did together was watch the Jazz. He took me to the 1992 triple overtime game between the Jazz and the Bulls. That is exactly the moment when I became a die hard Jazz fan.

My favorite memories growing up were in the kitchen with my mom and dad (my sister had better **** to do, like read a book or do homework or something) but I wanted to be there with my parents cooking. They were foodies before that was a thing. They'd go to any kind of new ethnic restaurant they could find and then based completely on taste try to make those foods at home. They'd laugh and tease each other and then we'd sit down as a family, it was mandatory so my sister had to join us and then we'd eat and get goofy from whatever happens when you eat a bunch of awesome food made from scratch and we'd laugh some more.

Anyway. like I said, I miss them. In a happy way now more than in the past few years. I mean I still get sad, but I'm not as angry about it as often. I don't yell at my dad when I'm alone for doing that to us, to me. I mostly think about the good things.
Thanks for posting.
 

Archie Moses

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Not especially, but they weren't old. My father died in December of 2005 at 51 years old. He killed himself. I hadn't seen him for two years before he died. I was saving my military leave so I could take it at the end of my service to get out a little earlier and go back home. I was about three months from the end of my 6 year enlistment. I had just gotten back from my last deployment (the Navy pic is almost certainly from Oct, 2005). Those of us who had played a **** ton of poker on deployment got together for a game after the post deployment "stand-down" period where a lot of people take leave. When it happened I didn't know what was up, but my sister and B-I-L were also at the game (Hosted at Aquino's apt. but organized by me). My mom had apparently been trying to get a hold of my sister and I but got a hold of my B-I-L who it seems told her to hold off until after the game. So as we're driving home, and my B-I-L insists on driving, I get a call from my Mom telling me that my father had killed himself.

My mother died 6 years later from cancer. She was 58. Our relationship had become strained largely because of fallout from my father's suicide. We lived close and saw each other often, but our relationship was completely different. We had been so close when I was growing up. When I was in elementary school she was working as a letter carrier for the post office, she had rotating days off and I'd have a tummy ache fairly often on that day when she was off and I'd have to miss school. We'd watch the Price is Right and go grocery shopping. My mom and I were the early risers and my sister and Dad were not. I started drinking coffee when I was 13 because for me at least it was odd hanging out with her in the morning and not drinking coffee. Her condition, which I think she thought would prevent me from drinking coffee, was that I could as long as I didn't put any cream or sugar in it. I had bugged her for months and months to let me drink coffee. How was I going to drink it like some stupid kid when she drank hers black no sugar?

Anyway, I'm thinking about this stuff today. Yesterday my sister texted that she was going to post some stuff about my dad on facebook (it was his birthday) wanted to give me a heads up and an opportunity to ask her not to. So I avoided it while I was at work but checked it out about an hour ago after I got home.

Any armchair psychiatrist could see my last 15 years and know that I have desperately been trying to hold onto my parents memories in any way I can.

One of the primary things my father and I did together was watch the Jazz. He took me to the 1992 triple overtime game between the Jazz and the Bulls. That is exactly the moment when I became a die hard Jazz fan.

My favorite memories growing up were in the kitchen with my mom and dad (my sister had better **** to do, like read a book or do homework or something) but I wanted to be there with my parents cooking. They were foodies before that was a thing. They'd go to any kind of new ethnic restaurant they could find and then based completely on taste try to make those foods at home. They'd laugh and tease each other and then we'd sit down as a family, it was mandatory so my sister had to join us and then we'd eat and get goofy from whatever happens when you eat a bunch of awesome food made from scratch and we'd laugh some more.

Anyway. like I said, I miss them. In a happy way now more than in the past few years. I mean I still get sad, but I'm not as angry about it as often. I don't yell at my dad when I'm alone for doing that to us, to me. I mostly think about the good things.
My mom has always been a lil koo koo but wasn't legitimately "crazy." About 5 years ago she made some really stupid decisions that pretty much cost her our family. After about a year after what happened I ended up forgiving her after I met with her at her house. I realized she wasn't my mom anymore and she was losing her mind. Knowing she was losing her mind helped me not blame her for her decisions.

I've talked to her once in the last 3 years (it's more complicated than what I'm comfortable sharing.) She called me a year ago and asked me for money. She lied to me and said she war fired from her job because she missed too much time with jury duty. I know my mom is too smart to say something so dumb and just figured this fed my confirmation bias that she's lost her mind.

After my accident a few Saturdays ago, my I decided to start talking to the rest of my family (my siblings and my dad - I haven't talked to them in a year because my brother screwed me over for 2k and my dad and step mom took his side - they don't like me lol.) My brother told me mom was losing her mind and she was gone. I was like, I'm glad you're finally realizing this. :/

Anyway, my mom called me 2 days ago. It was the saddest conversation I can remember. She sounded like a lil kid and obviously mentally ill. I'm not sure if she has early onset dementia or schizophrenia or what, but she's lost her marbles. It's beyond sad.

She's currently living with my grandparents and they're taking care of her. My brother is convinced she's dying and sent me a screenshot of her from a video chat and she looks really bad.

My son is 8 and my mom and son were super close from age 1 to 3 or 4. She hasn't seen him since. I wanna see my mom here soon but not sure if I should bring my son or if it would be weird.

For some weird reason, it's easier to share this on Jazzfanz than to anyone I know. Not sure if that makes me embarrassed, insensitive, insecure or an *******.
 

colton

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My mom has always been a lil koo koo but wasn't legitimately "crazy." About 5 years ago she made some really stupid decisions that pretty much cost her our family. After about a year after what happened I ended up forgiving her after I met with her at her house. I realized she wasn't my mom anymore and she was losing her mind. Knowing she was losing her mind helped me not blame her for her decisions.

I've talked to her once in the last 3 years (it's more complicated than what I'm comfortable sharing.) She called me a year ago and asked me for money. She lied to me and said she war fired from her job because she missed too much time with jury duty. I know my mom is too smart to say something so dumb and just figured this fed my confirmation bias that she's lost her mind.

After my accident a few Saturdays ago, my I decided to start talking to the rest of my family (my siblings and my dad - I haven't talked to them in a year because my brother screwed me over for 2k and my dad and step mom took his side - they don't like me lol.) My brother told me mom was losing her mind and she was gone. I was like, I'm glad you're finally realizing this. :/

Anyway, my mom called me 2 days ago. It was the saddest conversation I can remember. She sounded like a lil kid and obviously mentally ill. I'm not sure if she has early onset dementia or schizophrenia or what, but she's lost her marbles. It's beyond sad.

She's currently living with my grandparents and they're taking care of her. My brother is convinced she's dying and sent me a screenshot of her from a video chat and she looks really bad.

My son is 8 and my mom and son were super close from age 1 to 3 or 4. She hasn't seen him since. I wanna see my mom here soon but not sure if I should bring my son or if it would be weird.

For some weird reason, it's easier to share this on Jazzfanz than to anyone I know. Not sure if that makes me embarrassed, insensitive, insecure or an *******.
Tough situation Archie, I feel for you. Good luck.
 

LogGrad98

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My mom has always been a lil koo koo but wasn't legitimately "crazy." About 5 years ago she made some really stupid decisions that pretty much cost her our family. After about a year after what happened I ended up forgiving her after I met with her at her house. I realized she wasn't my mom anymore and she was losing her mind. Knowing she was losing her mind helped me not blame her for her decisions.

I've talked to her once in the last 3 years (it's more complicated than what I'm comfortable sharing.) She called me a year ago and asked me for money. She lied to me and said she war fired from her job because she missed too much time with jury duty. I know my mom is too smart to say something so dumb and just figured this fed my confirmation bias that she's lost her mind.

After my accident a few Saturdays ago, my I decided to start talking to the rest of my family (my siblings and my dad - I haven't talked to them in a year because my brother screwed me over for 2k and my dad and step mom took his side - they don't like me lol.) My brother told me mom was losing her mind and she was gone. I was like, I'm glad you're finally realizing this. :/

Anyway, my mom called me 2 days ago. It was the saddest conversation I can remember. She sounded like a lil kid and obviously mentally ill. I'm not sure if she has early onset dementia or schizophrenia or what, but she's lost her marbles. It's beyond sad.

She's currently living with my grandparents and they're taking care of her. My brother is convinced she's dying and sent me a screenshot of her from a video chat and she looks really bad.

My son is 8 and my mom and son were super close from age 1 to 3 or 4. She hasn't seen him since. I wanna see my mom here soon but not sure if I should bring my son or if it would be weird.

For some weird reason, it's easier to share this on Jazzfanz than to anyone I know. Not sure if that makes me embarrassed, insensitive, insecure or an *******.
Wow that's tough. Can I say I think it might be best to leave your son home? Let him have the memories he has untainted. He won't gain anything by it. Neither will she.
 

Wes Mantooth

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My mom has always been a lil koo koo but wasn't legitimately "crazy." About 5 years ago she made some really stupid decisions that pretty much cost her our family. After about a year after what happened I ended up forgiving her after I met with her at her house. I realized she wasn't my mom anymore and she was losing her mind. Knowing she was losing her mind helped me not blame her for her decisions.

I've talked to her once in the last 3 years (it's more complicated than what I'm comfortable sharing.) She called me a year ago and asked me for money. She lied to me and said she war fired from her job because she missed too much time with jury duty. I know my mom is too smart to say something so dumb and just figured this fed my confirmation bias that she's lost her mind.

After my accident a few Saturdays ago, my I decided to start talking to the rest of my family (my siblings and my dad - I haven't talked to them in a year because my brother screwed me over for 2k and my dad and step mom took his side - they don't like me lol.) My brother told me mom was losing her mind and she was gone. I was like, I'm glad you're finally realizing this. :/

Anyway, my mom called me 2 days ago. It was the saddest conversation I can remember. She sounded like a lil kid and obviously mentally ill. I'm not sure if she has early onset dementia or schizophrenia or what, but she's lost her marbles. It's beyond sad.

She's currently living with my grandparents and they're taking care of her. My brother is convinced she's dying and sent me a screenshot of her from a video chat and she looks really bad.

My son is 8 and my mom and son were super close from age 1 to 3 or 4. She hasn't seen him since. I wanna see my mom here soon but not sure if I should bring my son or if it would be weird.

For some weird reason, it's easier to share this on Jazzfanz than to anyone I know. Not sure if that makes me embarrassed, insensitive, insecure or an *******.
****, Mike. I didn’t see this til now. I’m very sorry, man. Not easy to go through I’m sure. I can’t even imagine what her parents, who are taking care of, must be going through.
 

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My mom has always been a lil koo koo but wasn't legitimately "crazy." About 5 years ago she made some really stupid decisions that pretty much cost her our family. After about a year after what happened I ended up forgiving her after I met with her at her house. I realized she wasn't my mom anymore and she was losing her mind. Knowing she was losing her mind helped me not blame her for her decisions.

I've talked to her once in the last 3 years (it's more complicated than what I'm comfortable sharing.) She called me a year ago and asked me for money. She lied to me and said she war fired from her job because she missed too much time with jury duty. I know my mom is too smart to say something so dumb and just figured this fed my confirmation bias that she's lost her mind.

After my accident a few Saturdays ago, my I decided to start talking to the rest of my family (my siblings and my dad - I haven't talked to them in a year because my brother screwed me over for 2k and my dad and step mom took his side - they don't like me lol.) My brother told me mom was losing her mind and she was gone. I was like, I'm glad you're finally realizing this. :/

Anyway, my mom called me 2 days ago. It was the saddest conversation I can remember. She sounded like a lil kid and obviously mentally ill. I'm not sure if she has early onset dementia or schizophrenia or what, but she's lost her marbles. It's beyond sad.

She's currently living with my grandparents and they're taking care of her. My brother is convinced she's dying and sent me a screenshot of her from a video chat and she looks really bad.

My son is 8 and my mom and son were super close from age 1 to 3 or 4. She hasn't seen him since. I wanna see my mom here soon but not sure if I should bring my son or if it would be weird.

For some weird reason, it's easier to share this on Jazzfanz than to anyone I know. Not sure if that makes me embarrassed, insensitive, insecure or an *******.
Sorry to hear this, man. I just caught this after Wes bumped the thread. May I ask how old your mom is?
 

LogGrad98

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Being at the beach where it's 80 degrees when in Redlands where I live it is 120 and fill of smoke from wild fires.
 
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