I was reminiscing about all the times that my mother has inadvertently insulted me. The grandest and most cutting of these was in Mexico in 2007 ( Read more... )

I meant to post on this sooner, but lazy won out.
My American Sign Language Class is a great place to meet women. Too bad, I drive stick.

I had another dream about re-enlisting....

I think I miss the army a bit more than I care to let on. I do not think it a good or a bad thing, but for all the pains that come with being in the military, there were quite a few unquantifiable perks which I have yet to better define.

So I accidentally signed up for the advanced class in Sign Language. the instructor told me it was ok for me to start showing up to the beginners class though. In one swoop, I get my NCIS night back, and stay in learning sign language! My vocabulary has already grown from just sitting in on the intermediate class ( Read more... )

So my friend in Baghdad got part of the first volley of care packages I sent. There are some pictures posted on his facebook of the school supply drop. There are so many children, and the look so happy to be getting a notebook, or new set of pencils! I misted up a bit to see that my friend's team is making so many people happy. It makes me happy! ( Read more... )

I find myself mildly tickled with the irony of wrapping Christmas presents with old newspapers, only to have the part that is showing most prominently on gift is the obituaries.

It shouldn't be this funny to me, but... well...

On a whim, but not really I have signed up for an introductory American Sign Language class. I don't know how well the class is going to go. I know I have a helluva commute to the class after work. I've had an ongoing interest in this class, and for the fee, I can't say it is not out of my current budget or out of my league.

Three cheers for

This week has been weird in the sense that I did not sleep Sunday, I slept 4 hour Monday morning, I had to take a sleeping pill to fall asleep Monday night in spite of my insufficient sleep, and I was getting ready for bed at 11pm after plowing through some cool History Channel specials on Yellowstone & Pulsars and Quasar, and all of a sudden I am ( Read more... )

Of the various pseudo-non-productive things I do is listen to the Wounded Warrior Diaries. Service Members retell the stories of the injuries they suffered over seas, and their recovery as well as what they are doing now. It is not difficult to sympathize with the stories. It is also very difficult, for me at least, to not mist up a little ( Read more... )

I am thankful for having the kind of family that asking for a better family would be unthinkable and unforgivable. I am thankful for friends who have stuck with my special brand of crazy for so many years. I am thankful for the extra large bottle of very tasty Riesling that was served alongside the juicy sumptuous turkey expertly prepared by dear ( Read more... )