From the Mail Room

This arrived in my mail box, a chain letter to be passed on to a number of people or else.
Well how about delivering the mail a different way.

Your cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.

You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.

Your mother makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.

You go to the shops and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.

You're angry because your day at work ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.

You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.

You are asked to do some thing by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.

You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.

You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.

If you support your troops, send this to 13 people.

If you support your troops, send this to 13 people.

REMEMBER our Troops, and do not forget them LATER
Lest we forget -
KEEP THE CHAIN GOING

Almost in the Red Zone

Preparations for the Big Day is chugging along, not smoothly but chugging.

Our other daily obligations seem to intrude on to the preparations for decorations, food, etc.

Over the weekend we were distracted by yard sales and Free Food.

Overall, we are getting closer to finishing point, 85% completion, I am sure something will be forgotten.

On a good light, the dress is a little too big, thus I am back to Timmy's for the extra large Cafe Mocha and DONUTS!

Irritant

This has been irritating me for a while. In this day and age of economic uncertainty, a job is a privilege.   Unfortunately some who simply abuse this privilege. If I were to evaluate this situation, I will simply downgrade them from full-time position. Afterall they are only performing part-time responsibilities. Surfing the web 6 out of 8 hours, online shopping, playing videos, checking on-line lottery does not constitute work.   Plus complaints of headaches and other major problems, must be hard work pretending to work. Rant over. Time for bed.

Independence Day

This is a little late, at least it arrived.   July 4th marked my first Independence Day as a citizen of the United States, interestingly, after almost 2 decades of residence here.   The pledge of Allegience and the National Anthem carry different meanings now. I wonder if I still have the strength to enlist, ..... Nope. I have turned into a chicken, actually Parenthood took presidence.