So there I was, in the middle of Waldenbooks (heaven forbid we actually get a Barnes and Noble in Killeen) and I got to thinking, "hey, I wonder what that 'Book of Birthdays' says about my daughter's birthday...?" and so i sauntered over to the crazy thinkin'/astrology aisle and pulled out the book to look up her b-day. hmmm. born on the Day of Devotion. Turns out
i'm only afraid of frogs when they dress up as other unsavory outdoor pests. my least favorite costume is the flying cockroach.
those closest to me have been effected by this war. my husband, wounded, almost unable to walk. I, myself, have also been wounded. the scar still lingering on my hip. it seemed like no one was doing anything about it. and that was because the bag of insect killing granules was still sealed and sitting on the porch. the fire ants had taken control
Ah, you pansies down south! The best welcome to Korea was the one that SGT Maddog and I experienced upon reception to Camp Essayons. We had been picked up in a cargo humvee, gotten high on exhaust fumes from all the Gallopers and Bongos to arrive at this tiny post with what looked like Disneyland-style landscaping to be told, "Get your stuff together, you're going out to the field." What's this? "Stuff together? What does that mean?" HA! The rest of
I've been reading blogs from folks i know for a while now, always a bit jealous of how they find the time to sit down and blah blah blah about everything. Man, i've got a journal (real paper and everything) dating back to when we called it a diary! (about 1982) I'm a big fan of the writing of innermost thoughts and musings for a later date, for yourself, for whomever...problem is
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