In the military, Strain Meets Resolve

Hello troopages, I thought this article in the NY Times might be of interest.

Its December first... And they are off! Hardcore shoppers, women who don their hideous Christmas sweaters and cardigans, with rudolphs frolicking and snowmen galore are out looking
for THAT PERFECT GIFT. Come hell or Walmart suffering a blackout.

I have made my list and you are all on the Nice list this year. Don't push it!

But seriously, I have made my list and all are thoughtful gifts for the people I love.

I bought a camo bandana that I keep by my computer, it keeps me constantly reminded of you, people doing hard work in a non friendly place. I send out prayers and demands as always and look forward to seeing everyone come home.

But it is an adventure, too. I am not saying it is a guided tour of Thailands temples complete with monkeys trying to steal your wallets, just that its an experience that you will tell your grandchildren about.

I remember my Dad and the bits and pieces he told us about the Korean War. They live with me forever and I can tell my kids that their grandfather opted for the Army instead of jail a long time ago and was a corporal radio man.

Stories. More stories.

I hope someone will bring me back some sand. Anyone?

Christmas in November

Ho Ho Ho!

As I put together 4 boxes of deliciousness, humor and good will, I can't keep thinking about how the whole Christmas thing starts around Spring. Or maybe the day after Christmas. This year being a huge economic bummer, except for the banks the gov bailed out. Or rather their CEO's.

Does anyone think that Christmas songs are so frigging sad? Not the intention misery inducing ones about a Mom wanting some shoes, but like 'Silver Bells'? I am sitting here trying to think about the best Christmas song ever. It dawned on me.



The Ramones, a perfect choice for all occasions!

Gabba Gabba Hey!