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Dearest Trooplees, can I call you that? Are we close enough that I can install a nickname? Good. I am glad you agree with me since you are merely reading. Its 6:12 here or in Army time, 06:12 hundred billion hours. I haven't been to sleep yet, but what is sleep when you are young?

Today I have brought you from my collection of oddities, photos, feel free to snag them for yourself. Oh and my commentary.

Let us begin!


A shirt for dirty whores! What does jingle mean? Maybe if she is repeatedly making this 'jingle' she is less whore and more comforting the troops?



Whatever happened to the french anyways?



Create your own zombie army, then you can go home! Let the undead take care of business, who needs guns when you crave brains?

I have a little crush on red robot. Don't tell him

Note that the teeth are beers. Do you want to stare at that all day?




Who says buildings are phallic?

Baby, its cold inside

God Damn carbon monoxide poisoning. If it was in any kind of form I could fistfight I would beat its ass. Have been staying at an extended stay hotel for a week now. Coming back home when it was over 30. Today however, the furnace is being installed and I wont be coming out of my bedroom till Spring.

I feel for all of you who sleep in giant tents with your comrades right next to you. If its anything like sleeping within 3 feet of a 16 year old who gets texts through the night and snores and wakes up constantly, I salute you.

Or I would salute you if I were a troop soldier etc myself. Instead I would put you in my spare room with a white noise generator and the curtains drawn.

While you were defending our country or getting a blowjob from a Thai hooker I was loading up my car to drive home. Part of that was carrying a beta fish in its tank down flights of stairs. I came home coated in fish water. Got my child to school late and now I am showered and still pissed.

Fuck.

Take good care of yourselves, the Armed Forces are tending to your warming needs,

Love,

Rose

Corpus Christi, USS Lexington

Hello beautiful people.

I have returned to my very own frozen tundra. I have brought photos from my 25 degree trip to Corpus Christi Texas where I got to check out the USS Lexington and this guy who parked in front of us.







Question: Do you think he is a Marine? He had
a full Marine uniform on and appeared to be
90 years old. He eyed me like I was Arlo
Guthrie sitting on that bench in that certain song.






If you can't read the last bumper sticker on the right it says 'Some people just NEED Killing That's Why We Have Marines.

Onto the USS Lexington. First, how the heck do people live on boats? Are the stairways bigger now? Less steep? How many stair accidents occur on these huge boats?
















The USS Lexington was in use for over 40 years. Did I mention she was built by women in record time? She also survived repeated attacks and accidents. Including a kamikaze attack. All told, 300 people lost their lives on the USS Lexington.

It was an intense experience. Walking into and down into where people lived, ate, worried, died, got root canals with minimal if any hardcore meds. It says Ladies Head and I find that humorous because inside every full grown woman is a Kyle or Stan. True fact. Till the next time. Take good care of yourself and your comrades. Love, Rose

San Antonio Sex-As or men in uniform galore

Dearest Dear Troops,

I am on paid medical leave. I am down here in San Antonio to visit my oldest and dearest friend. I don't get to see alot of people in uniform. Where I live, there are no bases. But when I move to California, I will get my fix. Oh yesss.

So, there are several bases down here. And there are men in uniform. Pre boarding I kept noticing a gentleman looking at me. When one has the PTSD, the spidey sense does tingle. As subtley as possible (I have subtlety issues) I whipped my head around to stare him down. Oh my. A gentleman, around my age in a uniform. His manner was easy going, I could read 'Army' on the front of his uniform (is it only Marines who call them blouses?) - I smiled. I tend to smile at people because that is how I am. I dole out smiles and good thoughts with reckless abandon. That is who I am.

One day, I will get a big dose of love and roll in it. Yeah.

So the Army d00d sat a few rows back and read. It was nice to see a man, going somewhere to do something, perhaps awful, at ease. Relaxing and enjoying his book and looking at me.

I am nothing special. I was wearing a beret. Not a green beret. A purple one. Perhaps he thought I was part of a crack team of purple berets?



I fell asleep after a while as I have not been sleeping. Ye olde depression has crushed me like a building in a Godzilla movie.

Anyways, tonight after a fine repast with my bestie and her husband, we went to Super Target. It was my first time in a Super Target. I was there to get muscle milk and luna bars. They to shop.
In walked a man, so exquisite I immediately began making witty comments while fingering ball shaped produce. At some point Im sure I faux fellated a cucumber.

No, but really. This fellow was also about my age. We kept running into each other in different aisles. All his grocery choices were spot on. Newmans Own, wine for example. Then he checked out a lane away from ours.

I should of walked over to introduce him and get a close look at the way his pants tucked into his boots or how he kept cracking a smile when he saw me.

I didn't. But it was not all for naught, really. I got to smile, make a soldier laugh a few times and appreciate a man at leisure, no fighting, no warring. Just shopping with some crazy pale faced girl singing show tunes, 'I am the very model of a modern major general!'.

Tomorrow, we go to Corpus Christi and apparently there is a battleship there and allegedly there might be a sailor or two. I will say Hello to the gulf for you all and gather some seashells.

My dear dear dear friend gets up at 4:00 AM TO GO WORK OUT, so I better hit the g.d. hay. We will be on the road to the gulf by dawn thirty.

Sickly me, sans makeups and fancy lighting, not even a whisper of lip gloss. But, you may note my purple beret. I look tired because I am the tiredest person in the world currently.