AA Intervention Needed

Via MSNBC, I found this little gem:

PATNA, India - Villagers at a wedding in eastern India decided the groom had arrived too drunk to get married, and so the bride married the groom's more sober brother instead, police said Monday.
"The groom was drunk and had reportedly misbehaved with guests when the bride's family and local villagers chased him away," Madho Singh, a senior police officer told Reuters after Sunday's marriage in a village in Bihar state's Arwal district.
The younger brother readily agreed to take the groom's place beside the teenage bride at her family's invitation, witnesses said.
"The groom apologized for his behavior, but has been crying that word will spread and he will never get a bride again," Singh said by phone.

You know, Old Sarge has brothers. He even has an identical twin. I can honestly say that there is NO WAY IN HELL that something like this could ever happen.

Weekend Round Up

This was, by all standards, one of the most perfect weekends I have ever had. My only complaint was that there wasn’t near enough time to spend with the excellent company I kept.

I was supposed to work on Saturday. The Open House is a big deal, but by Friday afternoon, I had been fielding calls such as “When are the explosions scheduled?”, (we would NEVER blast with the public in here) and “Do I have to stay with the tour if I would like to fossil hunt?”. (Hey, knock yourself out! By the way, those fractured ledges and 400’ drops are a bitch! Let’s clean out the shallow end of the gene pool!)

So..I went with friends to the post office to ship boxes overseas instead:


No one appreciates my photographing skills.

Then, off to Hooters! T1G has been gone from our midst for too long, so a little get together was in order. I was finally able to meet Harvey and Richmond, along with her lovely daughters. And Tammi, of course! I had not seen Tammi in over a year, but talking with her is just like slipping on your favorite slippers- you are at once comfortable. I could have talked with her for hours- and I’m sure I will soon.

Oh, and T1G? It’s El Yucateco. I will bring you some when I bring Tammi her jelly. Being that you’re so damn sexy when you’re sweating into your food.

Sunday was Loyalty Day up in Loves Park. I was wondering what kind of turnout we would have- last year, 15 people showed up. The ceremony started at the Gold Star Mothers’ Memorial:



I was very happy to see LL and her children show up! I haven’t known of her for all that long, but she has become a daily read for me. I’m hoping we can get together again soon, because she is one helluva patriot.

The Field of Honor has always been a special place for me.



It has a holy feel to it.

Which is why for the life of me I cannot understand how anyone could be so vile as to deface these statues:



Almost every statue there has had some kind of patchwork done to it. I can’t begin to describe how horrified I am at this.

Almost as much as seeing my fat ass on the news last night. First Tammi throws me under the bus by posting my picture at her place, then this. Memo to Loves Park VFW: if you want me to speak and have invited the local station, how about a little heads up, okay??

All in all, though, anytime you can get together with old friends and meet new ones, it is a great day!

UPDATE: I just had a truck driver come in and asked for my autograph. Apparently they ran the tape again this morning. Oh Lord, what have I done to offend Thee?

I wonder...

I had an excellent afternoon with some of my favorite bloggers yesterday. More on that later, as I am at home and, I have no idea what Old Sarge has done to this computer but, glaciers melt, mighty oaks grow from acorns and- a page loads! Yippee!

Driving home from Rockford yesterday, I called the Young SGT down in Texas to hear how he was settling in. He said he was glad to be leading troops again and things were good. Except...his deployment has been pushed back until November now, and he is very concerned that he will not get the chance to go back to Iraq.

How about that? I am torn right now between being disappointed for him, relieved that we have a reprieve for the moment, and hoping for Congress' sake this isn't all part of their fun and games.

Huh. Worried that he won't be able to go back to Iraq. How do we deserve young people like that?

How To Make A 2 Year Old Crazy

Tell her that her new name is Stinker Butt.

What's A-Foot

Found at Powerline:

Minneapolis Community and Technical College is poised to become the state's first public school to install a foot-washing basin to help the school's 500 Muslim students perform pre-prayer rituals. "We want to be welcoming," MCTC President Phil Davis said, noting a student was hurt trying to wash in a regular sink.

I personally wouldn't want to wash my hands in a sink that someone has been using to wash their feet. But it's not going to bother me one bit when some smart ass pisses in the foot-washing basin.

Throw a Koran in there while you're at it.

No Shame

I stole this from Richmond:

Splatter Zone Highway Wealthville 9 Lake Love 22 Valley of Depression 53 TravelWorld 144 Bog of Eternal Marriage 359 Please Drive Carefully

Username:

Where are you on the highway of life?

From Go-Quiz.com

What's Going On??

On Monday, I arrived home in a rush to make dinner and...there were red roses waiting for me.

Yesterday, there was much discussion and many phone calls regarding the evening meal, and I finally said no worries, I'll just stop at the store on the way home. I arrive home to find dinner well in hand, ribeyes on the grill, even DINNER ROLLS!

Do you think Old Sarge is cheating on me?

Commence The Feces Flinging

Anyone have an opinion about the Congressional investigation regarding Pat Tillman and Jessica Lynch?

Because of course, you know I do.

I always felt that when Pat Tillman joined the Army, that was a very noble thing to do. I feel that way about EVERY man or woman who makes that choice. Maybe Pat Tillman was seen as making a bigger sacrifice because he had more to lose. That is just flat ass wrong. Unless you think an NFL contract is more important than your life. And unfortunately, Pat Tillman lost his life in one of the most heart-breaking ways possible- by friendly fire.

I can’t really understand what his family is going through, and I never want to. I DON’T want to know that kind of grief. But his brother Kevin, now a big anti-war activist, seems to be going down the Cindy Sheehan path of tearing down our military and our government by any means possible. Wouldn’t it have been better to let Pat Tillman remain a hero instead of a victim? What is left to investigate? Things were done that in hindsight were wrong, and maybe it WAS to cover the Army’s ass. Everyone knows now that a tragic accident happened, heads will roll because of it, and all the posturing done in front of Congress will not bring Pat Tillman back.

How do you want to remember him? As some chump who was stupid enough to be drug into an illegal war for oil, or someone that loved his country and his brother enough to fight for them?

I seem to remember that Kevin Tillman, a baseball player whose future was looking bright, was the first one to decide to join the Army. Maybe his anti-war actions now are a misplaced sense of guilt? If so, that is a damn shame.

Care Package Reminder

We will be packing boxes on Friday night to ship out Saturday morning. For those who sent me addresses (LL!) thanks! For those who haven't yet but would like to, you know the drill.

Loyalty Day 2007

Loyalty Day originally began as "Americanization Day" in 1921 as a counter to the Communists' May 1 celebration of the Russian Revolution. On May 1, 1930, 10,000 VFW members staged a rally at New York's Union Square to promote patriotism. Through a resolution adopted in 1949, May 1 evolved into Loyalty Day. Observances began in 1950 on April 28 and climaxed May 1 when more than five million people across the nation held rallies. In New York City, more than 100,000 people rallied for America. In 1958 Congress enacted Public Law 529 proclaiming Loyalty Day a permanent fixture on the nation's calendar.

Sunday, April 29th has been designated as Loyalty Day this year. For those in the Northern Illinois/Southern Wisconsin area, there will be a ceremony at the Field of Honor in Loves Park at 2:00 p.m.



It irritates me that this day goes almost unnoticed unless you are a member of a service organization. If you have a little spare time on Sunday, please join us. It’s a pretty safe bet that we will be meeting afterwards at Clifford E. Johnson Post 9759. That address is 2018 Windsor Rd., Loves Park.

Diary of a Mad Housewife

I have a flower garden in the back yard that I have struggled with for a few years now. When we first moved into Jackass Acres, there was a huge nasty spot in the corner underneath a very old pine tree. So far, I have a statue of a WWII soldier, some decorative rocks from my quarry, tiger lilies, snow-on-the-mountain and creeping phlox. Oh and lots of Johnson grass. LOTS of it. I got most of it cleared and ready for new plantings and I am hoping that this year is the year I can keep up with it.

I did find something interesting at my friendly Ace hardware store to add in this year:



I also have one for Air Force and Army. I’ll get pictures posted once I can get some flowers on there.

Oh, and Old Sarge was ready to get out in the field yesterday, i.e. till the garden. Last fall, I nagged and harped and got downright pissy about leaving the tiller out. It sat outside all winter. Old Sarge was muttering many profanities because, what a surprise! the tiller wouldn’t keep running. “Piece of shit” indeed, Pa. Put your toys away when you are done!

This is the man who walked over to my side of the yard to take a break, took a pair of his undershorts out of his pocket and wiped his face. There are at least a dozen old T-shirts in the rag drawer, and he grabs underpants off his laundry stack.

When I was done weeding, I picked up the rakes and shovel I had been using and put them away. There in the middle of the yard were Old Sarge’s panties/sweat rag. For all I know, they are still there. If they are still there when I get home tonight, they may be flying off his car antenna.

Ack! Attack

Ah, Springfield! Home of our 16th President, but curiously, not of our 42nd Governor!

My conference was fine, blessedly short, and I am looking forward to my new appointment in June. However, this will be the last meeting I drive to. I was fairly anxious crossing that badass bridge in LaSalle on the way down; on the way home, I had a full-fledged panic attack. No matter how many times I told myself that I was FINE, there was no way to avoid seeing the river waaaay down below. I was shaking so hard that my foot was bouncing on the gas pedal, and the hand holding my cigarette was flinging ashes all over the car.

Obviously, confronting your fears isn't always the best way to get over them.

Oh, and you in the green Werner semi? Those white lines that divide the lanes are NOT a polite suggestion!

There is something liberating, though, to be cruising along on the interstate with your radio cranked and the window down, although I did get some weird looks.

Don't go out tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bathroom on the right

WHAT?

Off

I have to go to Springfield tomorrow and I ain't happy about it. Three and a half hours in the car one way for an 8 hour meeting, ten minutes of which I am to present my Voice of Democracy program, another 3 1/2 hours home and at least one fill-up, which is currently running $55.

I will be so glad to have this fucker done with. There is a bridge at LaSalle that just freaks me out. Guaranteed panic attack and ten Hail Mary's just to get across it.

SHIT!

The VF*n*W Chronicles, Part I

Some people just don’t get my whole VFW thing. Why hang around a bunch of old vets in a smoky canteen? Well, some are like that. Most are not. I have had the best times and made the closest friends in this organization. But I have to tell you, my Post MAY be just a little more, um, unusual than others. We definitely have a lot of characters. For example:

After the girls told how they jumped into bed with the Old Quartermaster last weekend, there was much speculation on WHY he had the covers pulled so tight. Was he wearing boxers, or maybe a thong?

OQM: No, I had my sleeping shorts on. I hate boxers. Especially those silky ones someone bought me. It’s like wearing women’s panties.

(raised eyebrows from around the bar)

OQM: Oh not that I’ve ever…er…maybe I’ll give those to Michael J.

Now, bringing up Michael J. and mentioning thongs leads to a whole ‘nother discussion. MJ is a large man, late 50’s, heart of gold, but…eccentric doesn’t begin to describe him. He lives in a Quonset hut amidst his collection of tires, rocks, crap, etc. He doesn’t always have a sense of what is appropriate.

Wilma: OQM, remember the first time you brought MJ in here? He was wearing a T-shirt, his work boots and Speedos!

OQM: Well, that’s what he wears to chop wood. Except for the T-shirt.

Wilma: So here’s this big lumberjack of a guy parading around here with no britches on, not thinking a thing of it! Told me I could stop by every Saturday and watch him chop wood!

RM: So they were flannel Speedos?

Wilma: What? No, but I have to change the sign.

OQM: What sign?

Wilma: The one that says “No Shirts, No Shoes, No Service”. I’m a puttin’ britches on there too.

Then there is The Mayor. (He is a former mayor, but not of this town.) He is a relative newcomer to the Rogues’ Gallery, very smooth, with a somewhat inflated sense of his own importance. On Thursday nights, he has a “business colleague” who meets him at the Post and they usually leave together. The colleague is a she, of course. One particular Thursday, the bartender was locking the outside doors at closing, and sees that the Mayor’s van is still parked in front, although he has left some time before. And the van, as the saying goes, is rocking. She is staring at the van, when a head peeks out the window. He looks at her, she looks at him, then she goes back inside and stays there for 45 minutes until the van leaves. Upon hearing this story later, one of the guys makes a cartoon of a van with a Kilroy character looking out the window, with the caption, “Yoo-hoo! Sheila! It’s Thursday night again!”

Yeah, we are all about the love.

I’m thinking VFW stories might become a regular feature.

VF*n*W- Stuffy, Boring

Unless it happens to be a bartender's birthday. I had forgotten I had taken this picture last Friday until someone asked for a copy. Here we see our Favorite Liquid Therapist, Good Terri, being helped with her new road trip accessories- a cooler with a pillow top and a seat belt:



Patron Smitty, of course, is just being polite and helping her adjust.

I have heard, all rumor of course, that the girls ended up at the Quartmaster's house around midnight; he was already in bed, so they hopped in with him and terrorized him with a vibrator.

Ford Tribute

Has anyone else seen this?

We Are So Gross

Once again, the pitter patter of little feet can be heard at Jackass Acres. Well, size 14's anyway. Eldest Son, The Heiress and I were dining on chicken fried steak, sour cream & chives mashed potatoes and beets last night. After dinner...

RM: I'm going on out on the porch for a smoke and to rid myself of some rapidly accumulating bloatiness.
(and as I get up, the unmistakable sounds of...hmmm...blowing bubbles in the bathtub?...are escaping my ass)

Eldest: That's what I like about being here.

RM: Oh really???

Eldest: Well, that instead of hearing, "Eww, that's so disgusting!" you can just fart.

RM: And rate it for clarity and presentation.

Eldest: Foulness and eye-watering.

The Heiress: Gramma, you farted.

Raging Mom Reads The News

Let me ask- if you COULD afford a $400 haircut, would you get one?

Maybe this is me not being a girly-girl, or at least not being as much of one as John Edwards, but how in the name of all that is holy can a haircut be worth that kind of money? I don’t think I have ever spent more than $30 (including tip) and I am damn sure that I could not justify spending more than that even if I could afford it.

I mean, it’s hair for God’s sake! I give that all the importance of trimming my nails!



So…more gun control is going to stop bat-shit crazy psychopaths from killing people. How exactly does that work? To my way of thinking, all gun control laws accomplish is to keep firearms out of the hands of the people who need guns most- the ones who want to protect themselves from bat-shit crazy psychopaths.

The Suite of Marital Bliss at Jackass Acres also serves as The Armory. There are also two shotguns behind Old Sarge’s recliner. We take our home security seriously.



(Disclaimer- the mini rant below is my opinion and nothing more. You can't change my beliefs on this and I am not out to change yours should you disagree)

I do not understand how partially delivering a baby and crushing its skull is a benefit to humanity.

I am a Catholic, and I do buy into the party line that abortion is repugnant. But even before I converted, I couldn’t help but believe that good choices had to be made BEFORE conception. If you are not prepared to be a fully functioning parent, 1) use reliable birth control or 2) keep your cooter to yourself. I have had an unexpected, though not unwanted, pregnancy. That little cluster of cells was a baby to me from the get-go.



Fred Thompson will have my vote if he decides to run for President.



And finally, I read this in the local paper:

Hawks dropped two to Richmond

Way to go, girl! Uh……two what?

Winner of the Best Idea...

for the military ball.....(drum roll).....AWTM, for suggesting that rule infractions are required to donate to a charity instead of drinking from the grog bowl. That may not be as exciting, but we are all very different ages at the VF*n*W, and this is definitely more dignified.

And it so happens that I have a particular one in mind. The Hines VA Hospital in Chicago is under consideration for a Fisher House in 2009. If $1.5 million can be raised here in the state before June 1st, there is an excellent chance that the groundbreaking date will be moved up. Win-win, I say.

Oh, I know I didn't say anything about this being a contest, sorry. AWTM, I still have some AWESOME jellies- shoot me an email!

Update on Alex

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. As it turns out, our son wasn't at Ft. Campbell, he was on leave in South Carolina at his in-laws, (Old Sarge says he absolutely heard banjo music when he was there) and it was indeed his appendix that was the problem. So hopefully he will be fine!

Picking on the Cheddar Heads Again

Due to the popularity of the Survivor shows, Wisconsin is planning to do its own, entitled "Survivor - Wisconsin Style"....

The contestants will start in Milwaukee, travel up to Sheboygan and on to Manitowoc and Green Bay. Then they will head over to Wausau and up to Rhinelander and Minocqua. From there they will proceed up to Ashland and Superior. Then back down through Rice Lake, Eau Claire and all the way down to Madison and back over to Milwaukee.

Each contestant will be driving a pink Volvo with Illinois license plates and large bumper stickers that read:
Brett Favre is Gay.
I'm a vegetarian. Bratwurst clogs your arteries.
The Green Bay Packers suck.
Go Bears.
Cheese is high in cholesterol.
Hillary in 2008.
Deer hunting is murder and I'm here to confiscate your guns.

The first one that makes it back to Milwaukee alive WINS!
Good luck to all contestants.

Not Good News

Old Sarge just called and our youngest boy is in the hospital down at Ft. Campbell. The Child Bride said they have pretty much ruled out his appendix, so he is having more tests involving scopes down and up different orifices.

Old Sarge did have the presence of mind to hope that they use different cameras.

So, I'm hitting the knees and will keep you posted.

Retrosexual, I Think

I had the opportunity to talk to Young SGT this weekend. He reported in to work on Friday. All I’m willing to say at this point was that the word “chuckleheads” was used. Good luck, honey!! Kick ass!

I asked him if he was now allowed to wear this:



…which he replied, yes on Fridays if I’m GAY.

What’s the verdict? Gay or extremely cool? Cuz I’m thinking VERY cool.

Cheddar Head Fun

This is for Richmond and Silent Warrior- they’ll understand.





How you can tell if someone in Wisconsin has a DUI.

Remember Me

Before you watch this, I want to warn you. There are some pictures that are disturbing. Most are heartbreaking. I can tell you as a mother that it physically hurts to watch this. But, I also believe we can never be reminded too much what sacrifices the Armed Forces and their families make on behalf of freedom. We can never be reminded too often that they deserve our RESPECT and SUPPORT.



h/t to Ace of Spades

WHAT Day Is it??

Crap, I feel asleep on the couch last night- AGAIN. The downside of that is that there is no alarm clock in the living room. So when Old Sarge came downstairs this morning and asked me when I had to leave for work, I said 4:15. He informed me that it was now 4:45.

Folks, it is possible to shower, even put on mascara, stop for cigarettes and make a 55 minute commute in 60 minutes if you really put your mind to it. I wasn't as early as I like to be, but I wasn't late either.

Today isn't going to be a loss though. Bill Whittle has Part II of Seeing The Unseen up. That man is pure genius.

The Things You Find

My office is filthy. It will always be filthy, since I work in Bedrock- you could dust three times a day and it would do no good. So occassionally I kinda let things slide on my desk.

I will have worked here ten years next month. Apparently it has been that long since I cleaned my top desk drawer.

I can never find erasers and lead for my mechanical pencil. NOW I have enough to last me until retirement.

Seventy-three pens.

Push pins- I NEVER have enough push pins.

A love note from my husband- I remember it came with flowers because we had had a helluva fight. Most likely my fault.

A picture of me at about 125 lbs. and HUGE hair. Good Lord, what happened?

A picture of Old Sarge when he was stationed in Germany. He looks like someone put a bowl on his head to cut his hair. The hair is gone, but the eyes are still as beautiful.

Hmmm, I'll have to do this again-when I retire!

What Would You Do?

A co-worker from the other office comes in. She is unusually chatty, gesturing quite a bit with her hands. She has lit a cigarette, it is held between very straight fingers, almost arching back. Flitting from subject to subject, words slurring a little. The usual 30 second mail pickup is lasting a good fifteen minutes. Your partner remarks after she leaves that he smelled alcohol.

I felt like I should have pulled her outside and told her to either go home or to keep her mouth closed all day. It will be obvious to anyone at the other office. But I didn't feel like I had to let anyone else know.

More Than Crap

A little aside to Tammi this morning:

Yes, it can be worse:



Or this:



And some people do this to their freakin' BROOMS:



Count your blessings!

Inconvenient Truth

Dear Mr. Gore,

This was my morning commute, which took 1 1/2 hours:



If you are unfamiliar with the image, that is the near whiteout conditions I got to drive in. In April.

Kindly take your global warming and stick it up your ass sideways.

WARM regards,
The Splatter Zone

Milestone

Hey! Tammi was my 10,000 visitor!

Cap'n and DC on me, babe!

Mess Night Help

A question for any former or active duty military:

What was or is the best part of a Mess Night or Dining In?

I'll give you the background. Our VF*n*W Post is having our annual military ball in a few weeks. Our second one, to be exact. Last year's event was a blast, and I'm trying to make this one just as special. Our program was based VERY loosely on Mess Night. We had toasts for the fallen, for POW/MIA and to each branch of service. This year, we have a retired AF General coming to speak, who was also a POW. That should be inspiring.

I'd really appreciate any suggestions on how to make this ball more memorable.

Go Read Now!

I read @WR everyday; I think his writing and photographs are some of the most thought-provoking and profound work I have ever seen. If you haven't stopped by there, please do. and this recent post is just a gem.

Please...

In your spare moments, send a prayer my Beloved Daughter-In-Law's way. She has more on her plate to deal with right now than anyone should.

Thank you!

Overheard at Easter

One of my sisters showed up for Easter dinner in an absolutely filthy pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Nothing wrong with that, I guess. She was in a big hurry to get back home and "work on the race car".
Sister: Okay, we gotta go, lots to do on (nephew's) car!
(she leaves)
Her younger daughter: *snort* Why does she make it sound like she actually DOES anything?
RM: Well, maybe she's supervising.
Her older daughter: Yeah, like guarding the beer fridge, or maybe doing 12 oz. curls.

Sister, you're not fooling anybody.

Brother: I'm thinking of running for road commissioner.
Sister-in-law: So he can sit around in the winter and get paid for it.
RM: I think that's a great idea!
Brother: You do???
RM: I can't think of anyone better to misuse public authority.

Eggs, Pants and Manly Bits

Ah, the Great Easter Egg Hunt of 2007! Despite wind chill temperatures in the single digits, we had an excellent turnout.



The Heiress stood still long enough to have her picture taken with Mrs. Bunny:



It must be shared that Mrs. Bunny, a member of the high school Key Club, had no intentions of wearing a bunny suit that quite possibly contained the sweat of many previous occupants. After half an hour of below freezing temperatures, she changed her mind.

Aside from Mr. & Mrs. Easter Bunny, we also had “Scoopie” from Culvers on hand:



Scoopie looked more like a walking penis to me, but hey, it’s for the CHILDREN!

We had started our setup at 7:30 Saturday morning. By 8:30, I could no longer feel my toes or fingers, and had called Old Sarge to bring a propane heater from the garage with him when he came. He had to do water rounds for the city first. When he finally came walking up with heater in hand, my friend Marlene and I were both riveted to his crotchoidal region.

RM: Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
Mar: His, his, his PANTS are disintegrating!

Sure enough, the entire front of his britches had a huge white spot, and the denim was just…disappearing. Old Sarge kept trying to look down and see what we were pointing and laughing at, but his belly was in the way and he couldn’t see anything. Finally he set the heater down and sat on a picnic table to survey the damage. By this time Mar and I are almost peeing our pants, telling him to get to Wal-Mart for some new jeans before his manly bits disappeared too. Chlorine will do that.

At any rate, we were ready for the hordes by 10:00, and by 10:02 there was nary an Easter Egg to be found. Out of three thousand that we put out.

Can’t wait til next year.

Because I'm Bored

What the hell. Everyone else has.

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Ahhh! Ahhh!

I know being Good Friday and all that I should have something profound and thought-provoking to post. But...Sam is the best I can do today. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm channeling him.

Stepping In It

This may be terribly cruel and insensitive, but I was watching the news before I left for work this morning, and there was a clip running with the British sailors and Marines that irritated the piss out of me. It looked like they were having a party there in Tehran, complete with cheap suits and cocktails.

Did anyone else find their demeanor disturbing?

They were prisoners of war to my way of thinking- because Iran is at war with the West, make no mistake. These are the Articles of the Code of Conduct for the U. S. military:

Article I
I am an American, fighting in the forces which guard my country and our way of life. I am prepared to give my life in their defense.

Article II
I will never surrender of my own free will. If in command, I will never surrender the members of my command while they still have the means to resist.

Article III
If I am captured I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape and aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.

Article IV
Should I become a prisoner of war, I will keep faith with my fellow prisoners. I will give no information nor take part in any action which might be harmful to my comrades. If I am senior, I will take command. If not, I will obey the lawful orders of those appointed over me and will back them up in every way.

Article V
When questioned, should I become a prisoner of war, I am required to give name, rank, service number, and date of birth. I will evade answering further questions to the utmost of my ability. I will make no oral or written statements disloyal to my country and its allies or harmful to their cause.

Article VI
I will never forget that I am an American fighting for freedom, responsible for my actions, and dedicated to the principles which made my country free. I will trust in my God and in the United States of America.

Well, okay, they're British. But I think Admiral Nelson must be rolling over in his grave.

Gah!!!!

Was anyone able to watch The Unit last night with SOUND?????

At least I got to see House, but here's the kicker. If I miss House, there is always an extensive recap on their website. The Unit- you're lucky if you get two sentences.

Please, please help. I need my fix.

Blown Away

Literally. The wind is coming out of the West at a steady 25 mph, with gusts over 35. My office door faces west. My feet are freezing.

I would not have thought it possible to get seasick in my car, but we was a'rockin' all the way in this morning. Green, I am.

Hopefully Young SGT and the Missus are having better weather as they arrive in Ft. Hood today. I have a feeling my beloved daughter-in-law will be less than ecstatic about Texas, but who knows?

They are calling for snow on Saturday. The Great Easter Egg Hunt of 2007 is scheduled for Saturday morning. I was almost feeling sorry for whoever got to wear the bunny suit, but now, not so much. Playing Easter bunny in a warm fuzzy costume maybe the best gig that day.

Speaking of the bunny suit, (T1G is breaking out in a sweat) I have it sitting in a box in my living room; the tail needs a little repair because the little ones like to pull on it. The head is right on top, and The Heiress was casting many concerned looks at it this weekend. I almost was overtaken by pure evil and was going to grab the head by the ears and yell "Grandma killed the Easter Bunny! Bwahahaha!" just to see her eyes pop out on stalks, but thankfully decided against scarring the child for life.

Today's Silliness

Yeah, yeah, I know. I changed vitamins and have been in a really good mood lately.

Tune for the day