The In Betweens and Outs

The job is separated by mounds of waiting and abstract fillings with reasoning of the old codger in the back. The total realization of the clarity of each job is stunning if not total bliss.

(What is this nonsense I speak of?)

I reach for an answer for it all, and there is none. I do what I am told and that is the heart of it all. Account for my actions, for no one else will, until you are dead.

(Cryptic but not really.)

Say it isn't so, and all will disobey. Encounter the decision and it will save us all.

Ethni Jamin, Part II

I wanted to include two more titles from Ethni Jamin.

Don't Fall in Love with Me

On Stirke

Both are about 2 to 3 megabytes, so it should not take too long to download. I identify with the first song quite well. This might be why I felt I needed to post it.

Enjoy!

Orion

I have to blame someone else, I never, before a few years ago, ever looked at Orion and said 'yep he's still there.' I used to look for the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, but that was about it. I can't figure out where the Dippers' are anymore. The sky doesn't quite look the same as I remember it when I was knee high to a grasshopper. It is a rare occasion when it is too dusty or cloudy to see the night. At least at some point in the night the sky clears up.




Every night Orion and I see each other, nod, then go about the business of the day.

Church and Football

I used to go to this one church, filled with cheeseheads and FIBs, that used to accommodate for the football season. Wacky, huh?

In that particular, area the games started at noon. So, the church moved one of their services to 9 in the morning. The ending result was more football fans went to church and still got to see the kick off. Everyone was happy.

I know that wasn't the reason why I attended but it was a good one.

(I bring up the topic, because I had mentioned this scenario to someone and then it kept flying around in my head wanting to get out..)

The Wait was Worth It

In just two hours, I had my picture taken with Chuck (someone else took the photo) and some friends, I recieved a the nifty picture above, and I got Chuck germs on my hand (handshake). What more can you ask for?

The World of a Home Owner

Did you know that I was a H.O.?
That is home owner.

I need to fix "stuff", says my PM (Property Manager). (I thought that was one the reasons I pay him monthly.) He says I don't have enough $$$ but won't tell me how much I need. He tends to be vague in what needs to be done. For some reason, everyone keeps forgetting I am in Iraq.

It is like sure I will go down the road to Home Depot, pick up the widget and fix the problem. What a second, there is no Home Depot in Iraq. In fact, my home in question is 17000 miles from here.

So it looks like I need to put in a carport or garage, the good part is the concrete is already there. Whew! There is something wrong with my irrigation system(the whole property has water lines with spickets every twenty feet or so). An awning is suggested by the PM for the west side(I was previously looking at the north side). My railroad ties that hold some ground need replacing.

My preliminary estimate for this is pretty evil. If I could do the work myself that would help, but then you see the dilemma. I sent out for some estimates, one of the contractors asked me if I really was in Iraq, Which I never said I was but my email address has the country in it. Must be a duh factor. The thing is, my PM has access to money for repairs. The whole purpose for the money is maintenance for the property and he knows that. What am I to do?

I have been overseas pretty much two years in a row now and really haven't had a chance to look the property over in a while. There is other things I would like to do with it, but no one has shown me where the money tree grows yet.

Strength and Honor

Some people wonder all their lives if they've made a difference. The Marines don't have that problem. ~Ronald Reagan

Ronald Reagan is always good for quotes. In my lifetime, he is my favorite President. He had a habit of not asking permission from anybody(Congress, UN, etc.) before retaliating for some act by terrorists or countries performing terrorist activities.

That was a different time at home. When men were men and boys were boys and .....something to that effect. Now it seems more of the opposite.

I am talking about BALLS.

Having the gusto, courage, strength, whatever the word you want to use.

In my opinion, I believe that America as a whole is losing its balls. I am hoping I am wrong and we will continue to kick ass, like we have for the last 232 years. (Not a typo.)

If we follow history, the Roman empire had a similar path as us. I believe if we do not look at those mistakes and other great nations and learn from them we may have the same fate.

News Junkie, Part II

As a follow-up to an earlier post about me reading lots of news, I wanted to report to you all that this hasn't changed much.

UBL (the bad guy) in the videos he releases talks, in my opinion, just like a democrat. So logic would dictate, that if you want an Islamic nation you would elect a democrat.

Ollie North has it right in his column about the President during his visit in Iraq. Why is so hard to fathom?

Who really cares about Britney Spears? Let her be, and take care of yourself. I can't believe she was headlined over the missing man from Maryland.

And what the hell is up with Wisconsinites shooting everyone?

The Profile Photo, Part II

I have decided to go with my photo of my print of "Son of Man", by Rene Magritte. It is more me than anything else I have at the moment.

(The print was a gift from my last wife. It is from a time when things seemed be much happier.)

Belly Growth Over Time

I am afraid that my belly growth may not go down. I could live with said illustration but I am a long way away from it as of right now.

No, it not a tumor growing out of the side of my body.

Yes, it is a simple drawing so you all can get an idea that I am getting fatter than I have been. I have gained a little over thirty pounds since January and it is not muscle.

Yes, I am blaming the smoking habit. I have always enjoyed the skinny side while I was a smoker. Yes, the average cost per month was two hundred dollars. No, I can not tell the difference in my pocket.

Post No. 62, A New Wyldth1ng Record

This is post number 62. This is now the most posts I am ever done in one calendar year. This is almost better than the anniversary post.

I hope you all did not waste your time in reading this post. Later or tomorrow all of my writings shall take new form as every other post after this one will be a New Record.

Can you believe it?


(I probably need a vacation.)

Blog-aholic, Part II

There are times I read a blog and think to myself, 'I can give this person some advice.'

Then as I am about to write in my advice I think to myself, ' I really do not have any advice to give.'

This can be a problem, which at times the silly answer to the question or wacky reply to the statement is the outcome of this dilemma.

What can I say?

"It's my party and I will cry if I want to."

Blog-aholic

I am addicted.

The good excuses I have for it is I may not be able to call or write an email, but I can do limited searches of the web on a regular basis.

The posts that I do here, I email and I talked about that earlier. It is all about Google trying to make the world a smaller place for us. (It is a good thing I bought stock.)

My addiction is not too bad, work always comes first. ( I don't have an option.)

The Profile Photo

I can't decide on my profile photo.

Should I use the Sugar Coat poster?

My shadow in front of a Mobile Facility?

Or should I just find an abstract photo?

Cliff Notes for Monday

The Commander in Chief was here today. Didn't get to see him.

The Secretary of State was here as well. Didn't get to see her either.

It was obvious that the President was not going to eat at the chow hall. The food is on repeats. I think this is the third day in a row for brisket.

Who Knew?

Green Bay Packers Tops My List

People keep asking me for specifics on what "I" want.

At the moment, I want to watch the Packer game. I m going to miss the whole season. Can you believe it? (Me either.)

I have been asking for the glow in the dark galaxy since being out here. I guess "they" stopped making those in the eighties.

I have always been a fan of dried fruit, you know, banana chips and such.

Obviously, Twizzlers are my favorite. I know that gets expensive, so I don't expect them.

My really expensive taste is the beef jerky. I truly believe the best comes from this grocery store in School Hill, Wisconsin, but the jerky coming from North Dakota comes in a close second.

(I realize by posting this I am not really asking any "one" person, which in turn means I am not going to get anything that is listed above. It is okay, I can handle rejection.)

Care Packages, Part III

Care Packages, Part II

Some people that do not know me personally think I am am asshole. They are probably right and I will agree. It is easier to be an asshole than it is to be a nice guy.

What a hell of a way to start this post.

I am a point of contact for couple a donators to our unit. Also I received mail from individuals and couples after I write them. I do not email too many people from out here. I write a semi-formal letter expressing my thoughts and feelings about what was sent to me or our unit via me. Most of the things sent are addressed directly to me and probably not originally intended to be shared. Fact is, I share (or give away) about 75 percent of what I receive in the mail. That is a lot in anyone's book. I am not asking for sympathy, gratitude, or even a thanks. I do what I think is a morally sound judgement for the betterment of the men and women in the Marine Corps and our sister services.

Today I received a box addressed to me. The box was a thank you from Jeff Bader about a letter I wrote to his wife.

There is an item in the box that my colleagues have told me is quite valuable, but I do not want it or need it. Tomorrow I will be giving this item to a lucky Lance Corporal or Private First Class or Private. The name is going to be picked at random from a list of names that were submitted be our unit's Staff Non-Commissioned Officers. This was the fairest method I could devise in giving it away.

I will post the results tomorrow.

Thank You for not Helping Me.

I have a job where many people ask for something. Most of the time we help out J.Q. Person, but there are instances everyday when my colleagues and I tell the individual to go away or correct themselves first.

Nifty part is right after we tell them to go away, they say 'Thank You.'

There have individuals that we tell to go away ten times in a night. You would think they would learn or at least be more prepared the following day. No. Not the case here. Some days I just get sick of seeing the same individual tell him to not come back and still they thank me for it. Some shops will send several different people and none are prepared or know any more than the previous person, each one saying thank you as he or she leaves.

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