Archive for August, 2007

Overheard (in the locker room)


2007
08.31

“You know, I used to love, love, love Big Macs but there is like, no way I can go to McDonald’s anymore. I mean, like, there are way too many carbs, you know? And I’m like ‘Hello! I’m trying to lose weight people!’”

I would transcribe the rest but I didn’t hear it, seeing as how I was too busy slamming my head into a locker to make my brain stop hurting.

Oh! And speaking of stupid, did anybody notice that Ms. South Carolina visited my blog? Yes! She did! And she left a comment on this post! Betcha can’t guess which comment is hers!

(Now that I have your attention I would like to apologize to all my readers and fellow bloggers whose blogs I have not visited recently. Once again I have been trying to focus on Ye Olde Novel which means that I have been a very bad blog reader and commenter. I promise to atone for this sin by throwing a Death Chic(k) Reader Appreciation Kegger at my house. Come on by.)

Are combat zones wheelchair and walker accessible?


2007
08.06

So my dad, the twin rotor Army maven, came back from Iraq in 2004. You would think that upon touching down at Travis AFB he would have kissed terra firma, gone through a McDonald’s drive-thru, caught a titty show and called it a day.

But nooooooo. Mr. Being-In-One-Piece-Is-So-Overrated has been eagerly awaiting redeployment ever since returning from his Persian Excursion. Care to guess what he did over the weekend? Without telling any of his children?

He drove his Chinook-flying ass down to Camp Roberts in San Luis Obispo to do some weapons qualifications and VOLUNTEER for a mission to Afghanistan. Dude’s going to be 56 this month and he’s putting his hand up to go to the land of the two-way gunnery range.

…and people wonder why I drink.

I blame my brother because Matt, that jaywalking ticket back in 1990? Totally drove him to this.