Hey, I get sick of writing the same thing all the time; don’t you? They are blahgs today. Maybe tomorrow; we’ll see. I’m halfway surly all the time; more so today for some reason, [YD's one year anniversary here.] so you need to read anyone but me. Really.

Cone of Confusion: Bou, why don’t you, Bug and I get together, strap on some of those paper penises and go scare some guys in the men’s room at Outback? It’ll be like 2nd grade all over again! Then we can eat steak. Nothing Freudian there….

WOOHOO!: The lovely and talented Sarahk won something!!! You’ll have to click over to see; what am I, a newspaper?

That’s Ka-Blamo: Is it just me, or does everyone click on the link in Sissy’s posts where it says ‘Cold Turkey Cookbook’ and always expect there to be an actual danged cookbook she’s referencing? One that we could purchase? Again, I call for her to write a cookbook. It’s just good manners to help out your fellow man/woman. Do we need a petition?
Oh, the chicken dish looks mighty good, too.

It’s been a tough week for the Transition Teams in Afghanistan: I can imagine that a certain demographic of the population would not appreciate the fact that John does memorial posts. I am not one of those; I believe it to be an invaluable service, one I haven’t found elsewhere. I believe we need to know the men that John dances for; we need to hear their names, about their lives and if possible, like today, a picture… so we can thank them, mourn for them, pray for them. Those men and women who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom, we need to see and remember them always.

Missed Opportunity: I’m not a sadist, or anything, but part of me is highly dejected that Tammi got out of mowing Mama Vi’s yard. Okay, a big part of me. Well, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t want my buds to experience everything life has to offer?? Hmmm….?

Happy Saturday, everyone!