I thought they had trained the local police force up to be on their own, surely by now they should be free of hand holding? The iraqi cops are getting shot at a lot. Maybe they need new (American) targets.
No, not 'tar-jay'. TARGET. As in bullseye. Something to be aimed for and shot at. I don't usually make much metion of the various ans sundry rumors that I hear about my husband's career field and the way it's heading. I figure that it's not of much interest to anyone, and that the rumors are usually just that - rumors. However, this information I'm about to share is starting to look like it's going to become reality, and it scares me to deat
Angela, it's ok to feel resentful of him for having to be gone. cripes, if I had a buck for every time I felt like dave was getting the easy end of the bargain by being deployed....well, i could afford to take me and my kids to england to stay with mum instead of being home alone the next time dave deploys. the grass is always, greener, you know? for the record, i DON'T think it's easier to be deployed OR home with the kids. I think that each situation has it's own unique problems
I haven't been here, so I don't think it's me THIS time.....or is it? If it is, can you please forgive me? I didn't mean to piss you off, I just haven't been on JU much. In fact, one of the last times I was was when I commented on your article about how dull it's become recently.
it has been awhile since you posted a picture, but if I remember the last one, you were not exactly chunky! If you are getting thinner, you may have to start running around in the shower to get wet Well, let's see...this was me in June, wearing the most unflattering pair of overalls known to mankind: <IMG src="http://i10.photobucket.com/alb
It was hot back in about 86 and now they're wearing it again! Me? I probably should go with blue hair...you know? old lady syndrome.. Aww, you're not old, Trudy! Not even slightly. Nobody else found this funny. Hmmph....
wwwoooohhhooooo! That's what I said! keep it up I'm going to try! <TD class="
It's true. I'm thinner. It's all the walking that does it (2 1/2 mile 5 mornings a week and another mile and a half every evening). I'm smaller, but I dunno by how much. I'm not weighing myself for fear I'll get depressed at the numbers and then will want to self-medicate with chocolate, thus starting the whole process off again. No scales for me, thanks, but I do know that my clothes are baggier and looser. Yay! I'm thinner! &
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I've been on both ends of this equation, having been both waiter (no PC terms here, thanks) and waitee. When waitering, I knew that if I gave good service, I'd get a tip. Even if things went wrong in the kitchen, if I came out to bat (so to speak) for my guests, I knew they'd appreciate that and tip accordingly. I got $100 once. From a professional snooker (billiards) player from the UK. I think that the tip offset some places deduct from the hourly wage mig
Old man in Thrift store, to me: Why, you have purple hair.... Me: Why yes, I do! ( really do. Lavender and violet highlights and a dark brown base. And I meant it to come out that way) Old Man: I'll betcha it just grows in that color, don't it? Me, grinning: Yeah, somethin' like that..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Obviously tweaking skinny meth-head walking through Wal-Mart ta
How is that mofo doing, anyway? I haven't heard from him and his lovely lass in ages. Give her a kiss and him a swift kick in the arse for me, will you?
Holy cats! Even I read it and enjoyed it! That's a first. I'm not really a comic-book - sorry, graphic novel - kind of grrl.
Luckily he's Air Force so that means a mere 4 months of separation. Last time he left it was only for 3 months before the AF turned it into a 4 month stint. My husband is an AF cop. They used to deploy for 6 months at a time. Now they deploy for 8 months at a time. In the next 18 months, that 8 months will be stretched into a year. They don't deploy once every 3 or 4 years. Right now it's home for 4 or 5 month
In the midst of all the remembering and wishing and sadness that 9/11/2001 bought about, I'd like to wish my son (Davey) a happy 12th birthday. Make the most of this year, kid. Next year you'll be lumped into the 'teenage' demographic....and whilst that would explain some of your behaviour already, don't wish your life away. Happy birthday kid. We love you, boyo. Oh, and happy birthday also to Rebecca V, who was actually born on 9/11/2001 and whose
I detest the new format. I hate it. With a passion. I hadn't felt the need or the desire to blog for a while, then when I DID come back to write an article I found things had changed, which killed off any and all desire I had to blog. I agree that things have become stale around here; I've thought so for some time now. It's just the same people talking about the same things and it's old - and it's the same assholes baiting the same people and THAT'S old too. I used to check
Of course I won't ask you who exactly it is but I wouldn't mind knowing. Well, perhaps if you re-read the article, you'll see. I mention his blogging name twice; I come right out and say who it is. There's no insinuation or hinting here. You have to actually READ the article in order to get information, see.
Tom-Kat have finally laid the 'Suri doesn't exist, there is no baby, it's all a publicity scam' rumors that have been rife over the past few months to rest and have allowed the world a glimpse of their offspring, Suri. That's Suri Cruise and her parents. I can't say who she takes after, but I can say she has a LOT of dark hair and is, to my eye anyway, absolutely gorgeous! I'll bet there are
I did my usual routine this morning: get up, get the kids up, make coffee, check my email, visit JU to see what went on overnight. I usually hover my mouse over the article title so I can see who wrote it because there are bloggers who I avoid like they've got Gangrene and I've learned from experience that reading their stuff just makes for a bad start to the day. With perhaps one or two exceptions, every article was written by the same blogger. I went to the
I meant to mention that my dad's wearing the same shirt in the photo. He's there in the blue and white striped shirt, holding my son and smiling. I can't tell you how much that means to me. It's moving, but it's a beautiful thing too.
My son will be 12 next Monday. My mum sends him a birthday gift from the UK every year, and this year his gift arrived today. She often puts some photos or a note for me in the box, so I always open it and then find somewhere to stash Davey's present. Today I opened the box, and, alongside my son's wrapped gifts, I found a package wrapped in tissue paper with a sticker attached that said 'some of your dad's things for you. I hope you like them - Mum'. I didn't
Although Cajun cuisine is not part of my motherland's favorite recipes, I have to say that red beans and rice quickly became a firm favorite of mine when I first came to the US. Nobody else likes it, so I make it at lunchtime when they're all at work and school. The smell just wafts through the house and I agree, it's about enough to make you eat your shirt!
Maybe just a nice long scarf? THAT I can do!
So we can be square and they not know it! Oh, you just made my day! Yep. Cool, huh?! I think the current expression is "gay" to mean the
I just saw the new on MSNBC and I actually got teary eyed over it. That doesn't happene very often....I can usually take or leave celebrity deaths. However, Steve Irwin was a genuinely nice guy who not only had a passion for what he did but who understood the necessity of the ecosystem - a lot of 'zoo' or 'animal' celebrities don't understand that, they're more into getting photos taken of themselves with the animals. I feel so sorry for his wife and kids. Bindi
They don't call them miltary brats for nothing Gawd, she was the epitome of 'brat'. Truly, truly spolied. The kind of kid who's daddy pays her rent even tho she's 25....
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