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Boom! I did not blow up my brother... must try harder.
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Boom! I did not blow up my brother... must try harder.
I listen to the Senate Armed Services Committee asking tough questions to leaders of our nations military for a couple of hours today. They were honest and forward with real desire to fix the problems that allowed the events of the Abu Ghraib prison happen. When the coverage was over I asked myself… Are we doing the right thing? These soldiers committed crimes by mistreating detainees in their charge. They have stained the reputation of both the US and her military. I am sorry for the shame we have forced them to endure… then news came on the lead story was the hearings and the story that followed was ”Video shows beheading of American captive in Iraq.” Where is the shame for what you have done to us? Where is the apology for this?
My brother is coming to visit. I more excited about this then you would probably think. He will be the first relative of mine to actually travel to Texas to visit me. In the almost 13 years my father has been here about 4 time, and my sister and nephew have been here once. Other then my father they were all just passing though and saw me for a few minutes. Dean bought a plane ticket to travel 1200 miles to see me. Now I know that my family loves me. It is just that every time I hear the “why don’t you come visit more” question, I cannot help but feel that it lack some level of equity.
In the last 13 years I have built a type of family here. A great circle of friends who make sure I have a place to go if I need to talk, someone to spend a holiday with, and share the great moments of our lives with. We talk about our families a lot. Sometime when we are talking about family type events, I feel like an orphan. This will be the first time I can introduce someone to the wonderful people in my life as someone who has known me all of my life (or more then 13 years.)
Thank you… you are the best brother ever. It is always nice to see you, but making the effort means a lot to me.
This weekend was great in so many ways.
First, the weather was great, cloudy and warm mostly. There were a few raindrops on Sunday though they went mostly unnoticed.
Second, I had tremendous fun playing. We came up a new game. It is basically our version of the newly wed game. A friend and I pick on a couple that is married or have been dating awhile. We separate them by the length of a pub and have them as each other questions they think the other person would know. They are scored on how many the other person gets right. It amazes me how much fun can be had this way.
Third, the people I love had a good weekend. Bob the Scarecrow not only got character of the day on Sunday but road in the joist and won an event. Both of these are big kudos and require lots of talent. Only 17 characters of the day awards are giving out a year and over a hundred and forty of actors are in the running. It was a well-deserved award.
Forth, I am a very fortunate man; smart, talented and kind people surround me. I wish I could list them all here. Some of them flirt with me, some of them trust me with their lives, some respect me, and some love unconditionally me. That still mesmerizes me.
Fifth, I need to start working out again. My body is body is working hard to keep up with where my brain wants to go. I think it is cool that I can jump in too things that I have not done in years and be competitive with out working at it, but my body still pays the price.
Today is a good day…
Well off for another weekend of faire... weather looks good... I think if it was going to rained this weekend I would have died. I am not a wet or cold type of person. That makes me a warm kind of person... but it is a dry warm.. ;)
You see it is all about language… the words and phrases that you use are important. ... This really happened durning the LA roits when 6000+ troops were patroling street with the LAPD.
"Police officers responded to a domestic dispute, accompanied by marines. They had just gone up to the door when two shotgun birdshot rounds were fired through the door, hitting the officers. One yelled `cover me!' to the marines, who then laid down a heavy base of fire. . . . The police officer had not meant `shoot' when he yelled `cover me' to the marines. [He] meant . . . point your weapons and be prepared to respond if necessary. However, the marines responded instantly in the precise way they had been trained, where `cover me' means provide me with cover using firepower. . . . over two hundred bullets [were] fired into that house."
We are having a toast writing contest for a co-worker's baby shower. That is my entry...
Toast
Today we are here to celebrate the birth of Caroline. This birth is the beginning of a life for Caroline. This life will be filled with skinned elbows, colds, tears and on occasion a broken heart. To Caroline, I am sure this does not sound like what the “travel brochure” said. But I have some good news, for every skinned elbow there are many races won, for every cold caught there are many days with friends, for every tear there are many laughs, and for every broken heart there is a true love. So risk the skinned elbow… and live every day of your life.
Sometimes sappy is what I do....
Well I got some time to both update my MT and add a spamblocker... thanks Tina... you rock with an unrelenting remorseless furry.
Do to the load of spam comments I am seriously thinking about disabling the comment system.... I got 30 this morning alone. I have spent the time I usaully spend updating deleting spam comments. sigh....
I know there are some add-on I can use I just do not have time right now to do a core update... I have been needing to update MT and my style. This is just frustrating me.
Dear Spammers, stop killing my love for this site. You crime does have victims.