WTF x 2 Ex brother in law withdraw?

Here is the scene as I type. I have pneumonia right lung is worse so I’m kinda feeling down and a little weak. This has never happened again and no disrespect to him but I never envisioned I couldn’t get him out of my head but out of my “Sargent pepper and the lonely hearts club band” dream (google it and you will get the idea) my ex brother in law made a guest appearance. Weird huh? Wellllllllllllllllllll it didn’t end there.

There wasn’t a time, from the beginning to the end, when my brother in law did anything but be a great brother to my ex.. Great uncle to my children. And he was always respectful to me and I’m sorry to him for the last year as I am to others.

I always respected bright quick intelligent minds. When I learned of his attending college and then opting to learn the Japanese language, then go live in japan, and then become a highly respected teacher who taught Americans the Japanese language which he was fluent in. I admired him. I should have told him that.

We all age and life becomes more reactionary as opposed to proactive. Not only that but when you start looking forward to the medical alert, free back brace, free neck brace, joint repair in a bottle, etc. one half an hour infomercials that begin in mass around midnight it hits you that… you are not the person you once were as you now qualify for discounts at movie theaters as opposed to being asked for an ID. AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Now, there have been time that I have thought of my ex brother in law and kept him in my prayers but seeing him in my dream in vivid color-rama, yeah I dream in colors and don’t you hate it when you have a great dream and you temporarily wake up and you want to go back to it but life smacks you with NO DICE. No going back to that dream, made it real. It brought back his expressions and voice. I started this blog as a positive outlet. I made a commitment that I would share what’s in my head, thoughts, or heart as it comes. That I would not sugar coat things about me and my prior and current life. Also, as anyone can attest who reads any of my blog posts I type exactly what I am thinking without a desire for grammatical correctness. So this semi-explains why I opted to write this specific blog. To those who don’t instantly get my sense of human I wan to say “HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU MISS THE GENIUS IN MY HILARIOUS WORDS/SENTENCES?”. Really?

Well I’m off to finish watching the end of the tv show “bringing up bates” as Tori  is getting married. I enjoy this show and the parents have done a great job raising their children. I am knowledgeable about this as I had the honor to have the best mother and father in law who are exceptional people individually and collectively, have been the GREATEST grandparents to my children, and in many ways I remain in awe of. I am very sorry to them for any/all pains/hurt and always will.

To my brother in law in my dreams I extend a hand and invitation to return to my dreams in the future but I will always remember that in this specific dream that we were in Hawaii – we rescued a few infinity stones (google it and yeah its funny) – we were internationally acknowledged – we were awarded an annual stipend of 100 billion dollars – we were gifted by the Pope with our own customized spaceships a technology they had for centuries but never shared before building ours – received the serum aka from the fountain of youth in giant 2 liter bottles – we worked together to stop the army of clowns riding on the backs of grizzly bears blowing streamers rushing towards us with bad intentions – and we went to a few bars and got wasted (I don’t drink but boy oh boy I did in this dream). Who wouldn’t want to continue this dream? So I am having ex brother in law withdraw syndrome and being 100% honest I wish him; the greatest happiness, the love of a good woman, success in his professional career, laughter, good health, and a long and happy life. He’s a good man.

Take care and may God bless you and yours with each breath.

 

 

Random memories April 2018

Yes this story is real.

Yes it pops into my head and I have an unwavering desire to… (Yeah you gotta read the rest of this blog post).

Here is the location and those involved. Man I’m getting flashbacks . My (then) mother in law and father in law I called him pops. You’ll never find better people, parents, and grandparents and my young daughter and sons are blessed to have them in their lives. So they are visiting at our home and after eating we all talked until they had to leave.

Pops loved my brownies, yeah I can cook and bake, and I went to give hugs and to surprise him with a batch of brownies I leaned forward and moved to the left and BANG. My hair, face, eyebrow, eyelash, nostril, part of my mouth, and chin became entangled and stuck to a wide hanging fly trap that I had put up , as it was summer, a few days before. I started t talk and move away but some of the flies were moving a little and it made my eyes crossed.

As my (then) wife had seen it happen in real time and she was cracking up as was her father . I had to take down the entire fly trap and I ran in the bathroom still hearing their laughter. I scrubbed everything, washed my hair, about 20 times including my tongue. Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

 

Absentee words (March 2018 edition)

Absentee words? Oxymoronic I know but I’ll explain.

Back in the day there were words that were used/spoken that seldom are today and I know this because (1) I don’t hear them anymore and (2) my grandchildren are my speech police and they have been writing me “what do you mean/that’s not a word/I’ve never heard of that/Grandpa is that a real word…tickets?” more and more often.

Here are some that came to mind in no specific order; fine, gullet. for sure, banging (not the vulgar usage), homey, sneakers, dope, hello, welcome, fixin, supper, clouds a comin, daddy-o, belly, big red (the soda drink and I haven’t had a sip of it for decades but I hold on to hope…jealous?), catch ya later, natch, wobble, kickin it, sweatin (such as “why are you sweatin me?), wolf ticket, I’ll be seeing ya, howdy, youngster, mack daddy, bop (as in a place to dance), operator I’d like to make a call, cat (as in the slang to call someone), hep, boondoggle, burnt (as in you made a mistake or you were caught), random, four score (you know the rest courtesy of Abe Lincoln), gams (as in a womans legs), beef (as in a disagreement), handsome, get ya some, etc.

…to be continued

Thanks for visiting and as always my daughter, my family, and my children and theirs remain in my thoughts. My prayers. And in my heart and soul.

Take care and may God bless you and yours.

Your so young and beautiful…

This song, by a little-known singer named Elvis Presley (bada bing)s, has always been one of deep meaning for me. Not because Elvis recorded it during the height of his fame but because when he sang it, at the end of the movie standing hugging co-star Judy Tyler, it resonated with me. Even being that young at the time I knew, and maybe I was in some ways an “old soul”, that being young and beautiful was…fleeting. This combined with the knowledge that Judy Tyler, who was so beautiful and talented, got her first major acting role in Jailhouse Rock with Elvis but (sadly) she died in a car accident prior to Jailhouse Rock being released. Seeing her, in black and white, so vibrant – so fetching – so true to her character – and having that unique smile did not register that (sadly) this was her last time on screen. Last time on earth.

When Elvis received the news he was devastated. When he learned of the horrific nature that took her life he was beyond consolable. How could it be he thought? Wasn’t it just a few months ago he last saw her? Why? Elvis, who was always very sensitive and wore his emotions on his face and in his mood and in his physical appearance, took time away to grieve. He cried. He was always the one, dating back to childhood where he told his beloved mother Gladys Love (Smith) Presley that he would “take care of her” “buy her a big home”, etc., who was the fixed. The solver. The Comforter. The one providing a shoulder to cry on. The one who offered a support that transcended basic humanity and care. Though many have written about Elvis’ life with kudos to; Alanna Nash, Russ Howe, Billy Smith, Sandie Kaye Stevens, Larry Geller, Sandi Pichon, Martine Prizzo, Phil Arnold, etc. this loss hurt Elvis in a grief he bore throughout his life.

Young is usually defined pertaining to an age. A time period. Beautiful is usually defined by the visual. But, to me, I grew up with my Momaw (Mothers Mother) who was so young at heart and always kept moving she was a dynamo she was…young. She was also beautiful in spirit and her wants for her family and fellow man. I miss her. I miss her….so.

I have always thought without hesitation that every woman, and child, is beautiful. They radiate the essence of love. Of beauty. They are magnificent as God intended them to be. Now, I have had the honor to have dated and married women who were; smart, funny, beautiful, etc. To outsiders, they saw the physical beauty but to me, they were at their most beautiful without makeup. Wearing my t-shirt or sweats having just woken up. Or the serenity of their sleep.

I have a little girl who is growing up so fast. She is young and she is beautiful. I pray for and think of, her each day. Like my other children, I want the best for her and for her dreams to manifest into hard work, commitment, and achievement. They are all talented and bestowed with unique gifts that astound me. I love them so.

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Take care and may God bless you and yours… every day.

 

Jeff Schrembs

 

From Jailhouse Rock here is Elvis Presley with Judy Tyler. Enjoy.

Merry Christmas 2017

Wishing everyone a blessed and Merry Christmas 2017.

May God bless you and yours…always.

Jeff Schrembs

Original poem October 14, 2017 “I’m empty”

An original poem by American author and poet Jeff Schrembs

2017 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

I’m empty

Dear God above I’m empty

So far gone I can’t feel me

These breaths I take don’t heal me

 

I miss my sons and little girl

They are older now but still my world

But to truly love stifles a plea

Without them I’m so …empty

 

I’ve cried so much I can’t see

I can’t even feel my heartbeat

To struggle on I can’t forsee

My God is this my destiny?

 

I’m empty

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Mothers Day 2017

This beautiful jpeg truly is my sentiments and 100% hits the nail on the (proverbial) head.

To my mother, the mother of my children, and to their mothers I wish you all a happy Mother’s day 2017. May this day/weekend be one of great happiness, celebration, with may great memories created (that everyone involved will cherish for their lifetime{s}).

You are each, individually and collectively, always in my prayers.

Thank you for all you do, have done, and will do for my children for they are certainty blessed to have you as their mother. No one could have done a better job and what you have done is nothing short of…exceptional. I am amazed, humbled, and appreciative as I will be throughout the remainder of my life.

Take care.

Jeff

I just wanted to grow old with…you. Part 1 (by Jeff Schrembs)

I wanted to grow old with…you by Jeffrey Schrembs

PART # 1 of:   I JUST WANTED TO GROW OLD WITH…YOU  (by Jeff Schrembs ALL Rights Reserved).

Life is never guaranteed in length and/or quality.

Love is never easy, painless, or without it’s compromises. True love is never right, or wrong, but once you truly find real love everything else is (other than the relationship with God) is…wanting.

I have known the love of family. I have known the love of friends. I have known the love of strangers. I have known the love of my children. I have never known, or did I expect to know, the love of a true soul mate and yet God brought her into my life.

There wasn’t a day that I didn’t love her. There were many days when I let her down. There were days when I didn’t do enough. There were days when she became sick, or bedridden, and I thought I might lose her and though I fear no man the thought of her dying shook me to my very…soul. Many a time I asked God to please take me instead of her as I would willingly leave this earth knowing that she was ok and that our family would be taken care of.

I didn’t just love the way she looked. I didn’t just love the way she spoke. I didn’t just love her intelligence. I didn’t just love the way she made me feel. I didn’t just love her when it was easy. I didn’t just love her passions. I didn’t just love her heart. I didn’t just love her sense of humor. I didn’t just love her touch. I didn’t just love the way she moved. I didn’t just love her scent. I didn’t just love how she looked just waking up – no makeup – hair tossed – wearing a sweatshirt or t-shirt with her ever present cup of coffee. I didn’t just love her when she agreed with me. I loved…it all.

A few years ago I was diagnosed with Primary Immune Deficiency Disease which is genetic and it basically means that (my) body does not produce defenses against certain viruses/diseases. My deficiencies were more prevalent in the throat, neck, sinuses, airways, lungs, etc. My wife had our children tested and two of them were diagnosed as well. NOTE: To be tested for this disease there are specific types of tests that have to be done (blood work, etc.) and I encourage EVERYONE to make/ask their treating physicians to perform these tests annually.

Fortunately for them they were able to “qualify” to have medical treatments to booster their immune system a course of treatment that they will endure throughout their life (unless their immune system responds favorably to the treatments).

Immediately after the doctor gave my wife and me the great news about our children “qualifying” for state of the art medical treatments the doctor took my wife and me into another room to let me know that I was not eligible for the treatment. I was thankful to God, and my wife and the doctor, for treating my children and yet a part of me knew (not just “thought” but actually knew that something very bad was coming my way) that my health, which was already deteriorating on numerous levels, and my life would be forever changed that my worst fear (concerning a health issue) was already manifesting itself inside my body, and I felt the adverse affects, and in the months to come the tests would confirm my worst fears….the “C” word.

PART 2 will be released over the next few weeks..