Wacky Searches on My Blog, Part II

When people decide to do a web search and they wind up here, it always intrigues me. Here is a list of the most popular ways to find me:

1) wyldth1ng (Seems like a no-brainer)

2) cerveza bitte

3) nautical / salty language (Again, seems like a no-brainer)

4) al asad, al asad 2008

5) mserve@ samsclub.com (This is from a post I did about crappy customer service.)

6) usmc collateral duty inspector, mals-29, cdi stamp, marine corps, homecoming

7) flag etiquette on rainy days (combo search lands mulitple posts)

8) fy 2007 approved selections to staff sergeant (this was a happy day)

9) stop smoking day 5, quitting smoking day five (Apparently, I am not the only one who had a hard day five)

10) sergeants course, sgt's course ( one of the many schools I did to get promoted)

11) stripclubs in jacksonville north carolina (I mentioned it once and people stop by daily to read it)

12) one day, the villagers came with torches to the house (from one of those silly quizzes)

13) meaning of asterisk (it is a good thing I wrote about this, I have a monopoly on it)

14) valders journal (I still haven't figured out why they don't have a website)

15) side effects of wyld, side effects of wyld men (this is a learning process)

16) bad driving japan (it wasn't me, I swear)

17) wyld papa smurf

18) love for a marine quotes

19) norman rockwell homecoming, homecoming marine rockwell

20) alpha males

Pet Peeve #23

It just irks to me to no end when someone inappropriately uses an "s" at the end of their word or words when speaking. Are there any adults that fucking graduate high school anymore?

There are several words in the English language that are already plural with the addition of certain words preceding it.

Every

Some

Any

There is no need to add a fucking "s" at the end of the word that is already plural.

So quit fucking doing it!

If you happen to be talking to me and I slap the back of your head for being a dumb ass, know now you have been forewarned.

All the Above

Not really, but that makes for a good title.

Here is the funny part of the day, I was told that I come off as a chipper young lad.

Let that soak in for a moment.

Okay, that person doesn't really know crap. And who the fuck uses the word "chipper"?

Wacky.

(I guess I should be happy, they did say "young.")

Alpha Males Running Rampant

Wouldn't you know it, the first thing I did when I got to the head doctors office is get into a "who's dick is bigger" contest.

I was immediately pissed off at this point in time. Then the HM1 a the front desk said this schmuck would be part of my evaluation. I then promptly said fuck you, and my afternoon went way better after that.

Needless to say, they did some switching around and I did my evaluation with some other people. I have to call back tomorrow with my decision to do:

a) nothing.

b) see a counselor off the books. (Requires extra driving on my part.)

c) see a licensed clinical practitioner either:

i) on base, on the record. (Able to give Meds.)

ii) off base, on the record. (Able to give Meds.)

iii)off base, off the record. ( Kind of a big shoulder, but closer to home.)

Who knew I would have all these decisions to make?

Head Doctor

Four out of five people I talked to today when I mentioned I was going to see a head doctor automatically assumed it was a neurologist.

Nine out of ten people on the internet or via email thought I was going to see a psychologist.

People, Places and Things

My interaction with people as of late, has been marginal at best. I am starting to get back into my bad habits; not necessarily because I want to, but because it is easy.
The house that I am in a contract for has at least two more weeks of repairs, which in turn means I have at least two weeks more with the rental situation.
The doctors have given me a prescription of Celebrex, does nothing for the pain, stops me from taking aspirin, and have AmbienCR which helps me sleep in four hour blocks.

The goods news is


I am seeing a head doctor tomorrow?

Lazy Sunday

Not much going on today. Don't feel like doing anything.

See you all tomorrow.

RevGals Friday Five: Wait and Pray

Prayer is a joy to some of us, and a chore to others, waiting likewise can be filled with anticipation or anxiety....

So how do you wait and pray?

1. How do you pray best, alone or with others?
I rely on the prayer of others.

2. Do you enjoy the discipline of waiting, is it a time of anticipation or anxiety?
I hope it will come to me when I need it most.

3. Is there a time when you have waited upon God for a specific promise?
Yes

4. Do you prefer stillness or action?
You could think of me like an action hero. But not plastic.

5. If ( and this is slightly tongue in cheek) you were promised one gift spiritual or otherwise what would you choose to recieve?
Hindsight

Adolescence

While it seems from time to time that I rant about things that seem like childish behavior, it is no different from the many rants about whatever floats people boat for that day. It could be:

Politics

Religion

Work

Sex

Almost every discussion on the internet revolves around those magic four topics. There are few exceptions.

In my previous post, I did not call anyone names. I did not throw sticks and I did not throw a single rock. But the outrage of naming a few websites warranted 14 lengthy comments and the post before that, which was really the important one to me, got 9.

I would like to believe that I am a pretty good human when it comes to my adolescence.

I have my flaws. I have my personal guilt. I am not better than you.

I am me.

My Opinions Don't Matter, Part II

It just pisses me off when I try to comment on these blogs and my comments don't show up.

Here is link love to websites that tick me the fuck off, regularly:

American Street

Jonestown

Mock, Paper, Scissors

At first I thought it was because they are wordpress blogs, there are others that I can write up comments and it posts. So I am thinking that as much as a masochist I seem to be by going to these places anyway, I may have to stop going there.

I will let you all decide for me, give me a:

Yea! = keep visiting

Nay! = drop the dead weight

Which ever tally is higher by next week this time, I will go with it.

It is the democratic way.

Dreams

I haven't had a dream in a long long time. My favorite dreams include large bountiful breasts that are silky soft against my head and body. Has not been the case as of late. I have been sleeping in a very irregular pattern. I sleep for at most three hours at time and it usually from exhaustion. I was supposed to get AmbienCR, which is a sleep aid, but the paperwork shuffle is delaying that. I once had a dream where I swear I could feel the heart of another as it put me in a deeper sleep. Crazy as it may sound but up until I was hurt, my best sleep and dreams were the ten months before it while in Al Asad. The medications(drugs) that I took initially for this ailment gave me very vivid dreams with bright colors, but the side effect was hallucinations while awake that sometimes made life a little confusing. Now, the drugs I take do not help me sleep and the pain won't help me out either. There have been a few days that I cannot tell when I am awake. I am not trying to scare you. I am not looking for pity or grief. I am telling you how it is. I long for a dream, any dream.

Have you ever wondered?

Have you ever wondered why the flag of the United States of America is folded 13 times when it is lowered or when it is folded and handed to the widow at the burial of a veteran? Here is the meaning of each of those folds and what it means:

The first fold of our flag is a symbol of life.

The second fold is a symbol of our belief in eternal life.

The third fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing our ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of our country to attain peace throughout the world.

The fourth fold represents our weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.

The fifth fold is a tribute to our country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, "Our Country, in dealing with other countries may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong."

The sixth fold is for where our hearts lie. It is with our heart that we pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.

The seventh fold is a tribute to our Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that we protect our country and our flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of our republic.

The eighth fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day, and to honor mother, for whom it flies on Mother's Day.

The ninth fold is a tribute to womanhood; for it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.

The tenth fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of our country since they were first born.

The eleventh fold, in the eyes of a Hebrew citizen represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon, and glorifies in their eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

The twelfth fold, in the eyes of a Christian citizen, represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in their eyes, God the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit.

When the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding us of our nation's motto, "In God We Trust".

After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges, and freedoms we enjoy today.

The next time you see a flag ceremony honoring someone that has served our country, either in the Armed Forces or in our civilian services such as the Police Force or Fire Department, keep in mind all the important reasons behind each and every movement.

They have paid the ultimate sacrifice for all of us by honoring our flag and our Country.

~~Author Unknown~~

Last Week's : Where Did they Come From

Where Did they Come From?

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No referring link
(These are the people who typed in the address or have it bookmarked.)

12
www.blogger.com/profile/09376092948526809123

11
www.freshlygroundlutheran.blogspot.com/

11
www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=wyldth1ng

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villagecarpenter.blogspot.com/

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godincidences.blogspot.com/

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yearningforgod.blogspot.com/

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warpedmindofron.com/

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cheeseheadsotherblog.blogspot.com/

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auntdahlia.blogspot.com/

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daswede.blogspot.com/

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www.haloscan.com/comments/wyldth1ng/5615597803486835425/

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morecows.blogspot.com/

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www.bloglines.com/myblogs_display?sub=64313307&site=14118996

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jeansflopsandjesus.blogspot.com/

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seekingauthenticvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/gratitude-reflection-day-20.html

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ladyburg.typepad.com/ladyburg/

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www.google.com/reader/view/?tab=my

Thank all of you that send readers my way.

Rainy Day, Part II

I really could write a part four hundred and twenty two on the rain season here. How does that phrase go, something like April showers bring May flowers. Well, it should be April showers bring fucking humidity.

I am so glad I put RainX on my windshield this weekend. The difference that makes is like buying a box of Freedom and get it. Always with wings lets you fly. Or maybe I have no fucking clue what I am talking about since I am cooped inside from the fucking rain.

A few years(okay it was a decade) ago I was stationed at Cherry Point and you could literally set your watch to the rain. Here you can't do that but you could easily put your money on the PASS line.

Okay, I am done.

Visiting

This weekend I visited RevAnne and her husband. They are located about an hour and half away from me and Saturday was a good day to take a drive. Again, I have no pictures to share. I had a good time and will have to look into going back again some other time.

Also, today I met with friend that I haven't seen in eight years. Now, that is just wacky. I thought it was longer but was immediately corrected. Her kids happen to be my God-kids. Which is grand in itself.

300th Comment for April

Jan has given me my 300th comment of the month.
Congratulations!
You are awarded my imaginary collection of dragon wash beads.

RevGals Friday Five: Old vs. Modern

1. What modern convenience/invention could you absolutely, positively not live
without?
Sunglasses(Dark ones)

2. What modern convenience/invention do you wish had never seen the light of day?
Why?
Cell Phone - The call is not important enough to interrupt our current conversation.

3. Do you own a music-playing device older than a CD player? More than one? If
so, do you use it (them)?
I have a MP3/4 player, it was a gift, I never use it.
I read this wrong the first time, yes, I have a record player that plays 33s and 78s, I also have a tape deck for my stereo and an eight-track player. I use them often.

4. Do you find the rapid change in our world exciting, scary, a mix...or something
else?
The US is in its own little world so it is hard to answer this question- scary.

5. What did our forebears have that we have lost and you'd like to regain? Bonus
points if you have a suggestion of how to begin that process.
Community
I could tell you but it would be considered a terrorist act so lets just say roast marshmallows over an open fire.

Not in the Mood

I am just not in the mood today, sorry. I did upload a few more pics onto Flickr. These are from a visit to Occupational Therapy. Yea!

Three Thousandth Comment

More Cows has given my blog its 3000th comment since inception. Congratulations!

You are entitled to my virtual collection of fairy window washers!

Blogstones, Part II

I have to give credit where credit is due, More Cows is the one who explained to me what a blogstone was.


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