Just When...

...You think you've seen it all.
From the direction of the bathrooms comes...(wait for it) a guy in a bathrobe! I shit you not. Some scraggly guy with a salt and pepper beard comes strolling back from I don't know where. I mean obviously the bathroom, but not even the shower (well, he didn't have a towel and all that so one can only guess {but then again I guess he could have just dried off with the robe.}) And just so you don't think I am kidding, the robe was dark blue and fuzzy and had brown vertical stripes.

Sorry I couldn't think of any snappy song line or anything to title this one, but I mean, Really!?! "They just don't write 'em like that anymore" (there are you happy now, a little Greg Kihn to satisfy your needs {and a song that has parenthesis in the title to boot. }) "Uh uh ah uh uh uh uh ah" (You'd have to check the spelling on that but I bet someone, somewhere is laughing.)

Did I mention that I fixed the commenting thing (I guess if I can't remember I really should write more often.) You know I think I have more parenthetical than I do regular prose (English Major...in your face!)

And I guess by now you've noticed that I put a Warning on this thing too, thought I had better before I got shut down. I do try and keep the language tame, you should hear me speak these days.

I will post a picture of the hair in a couple of days, it is getting in that ridiculous stage right now where I look like a chia pet. (My brothers know whereof I speak, one o' my nieces too.) But I shall endeavor to rise above it all.

And here I only thought I was going to give a couple of sentences about the guy in the bathrobe...

Oh and yes it is starting to get warm. Someone said it was "Hot" today...I laughed in their face.

Cheers,
g

"Turn & Face the Strain"

Keeping with the Change theme, thought I'd throw in a little Bowie.
So what Change is there now? You may ask. Not much really, I'd just heard that everyone couldn't comment on the blog, so I made some Changes. Try it out, you might have noticed the Parental Advisory too, fact is I couldn't remember if I swore in this thing at all or not and I didn't want to get shut down. Wouldn't want to deny what the public is clamouring for would I?
I thought I had something but then I realized that I didn't so this will be short. I will have some pictures of the progress on my hair sooner or later. The thing is that I already need a haircut, that is the hardest part I think, having to get my hair cut so much. But I will endeavor to do my best here.
Also I went out during the dust storm and took a couple of pictures. Wish I could accurately describe the taste it leaves in one's mouth. I will work on that too I suppose, got nothing but time really...
Cheers,
g

The Winds of Change

Today the Wind blew in a little bit of dust, a true Sign of the Times that Winter is almost over. It have been in the 70's for the last few days. The orange tinted sky and the taste of grit in my mouth were another sign. Soon we won't see the 70's again until "round midnight" and then we can "let is all hang out." I took a couple of pictures but will post them when i have taken some of a clear sky (someone remind me to do that tomorrow) so you can tell the difference.

Another change is coming...to do with my head.

I realized that i haven't combed my hair in like 10 years, so I have set a goal for myself to have enough to comb by the Time I leave here. The tween Times will be the most difficult to handle, for me at least (I know they really won't even touch anyone else, but hey its my blog and I'll rant if I want to) you know when there is just nothing you can do with it, where it looks a bit porcupiney "Pinning for the pork of my Porcupine." But the goals and the small things are what keep us sane, so wish me luck. (More luck than I've had with keeping this page up to date anyway.) And I promise some pictures of the progress. I've been noticing more and more gray lately, mainly on the sides for that Reed Richards look, how very debonair.

So now as we say goodbye to the mud and the rain, as the Wind blows in the heat and the dust, all we can do is try and enjoy the Iraqi Spring. It usually lasts about two weeks so have to get on that the best we can.

Can you say, "Block Party?"


Cheers,
g

Think I Need It Too

So maybe my last post was a little on the melancholy side. Hard not to get that way once in awhile 'round here. And I meant everything that I said, except if it made it seem like I can get over it that quick. I can't, I don't... get over it not in a minute or hour or, ever...until.
But you do what you can to keep going. This one here well the title says it all to most, others...well you really should get out more. Anyway has become sort of mine and Jennifer's "Song" among the hundreds of others. Hopefully this rendition doesn't sicken anyone's stomach, I working with pretty primitive equipment here (you know, for posting it on a blog from my trailer in Iraq and all) and it's my first at delving into public internet video. Either way it don't matter...
This one is for you baby, hopefully it is a good surprise.
"Whatever you want, whatever you need"
Cheers,
g

How Much for the Pain?

So the other day (29 January) was my daughter's birthday. She's 18 now, how crazy is that? I know it may not seem like I talk about her much, but that is 'cos of the pain mainly. See, she hasn't really talked to me in like 3 years and it just hurts. Everyday, every hour, etc, etc, hole in my heart, all that.

But enough melancholy, I just wanted to say, "Happy Birthday Raven!" And to share the fact that she is still here with me. That is her on the left, Polly in the middle, and Jennifer and I on the right. They all sit on my nightstand so that i can say "hello" in the morning and "goodnight" when i turn off the light.

That's it for now, if you know her give her a call and say "Happy Birthday" and let her know that her Dad loves her. Public pain, what more could the average reader ask for?

Cheers,
g

Contradictions

Okay, observation of the day...
Seems like most (take that however you like it) of the people around me are all into "Doing PT (physical training), hooah!" nothing wrong that. I wish I had time or energy to do more myself. Then again...
So the problem is that they like look down on you if you don't get all crazy like they do. Heaven forbid you should have to work. I mean sometimes work is more than pushing stuff off on other people. So they are all "PT, Hooah!" and whatever, and here comes the contradiction. They can't be bothered to walk across the hall and get a piece of paper off the printer, oh God Almighty save us all if they had to walk to Someone Else's desk to get the phone. So they will run around the lake a hundred times, lift a million pounds, and do P-90X or whatever sometimes starting in the middle of the freaking day and yet they wouldn't think of walking to another desk, across the hall...much their trailer, chow, or to the laundry.
Go figure.
And then there's the fact that I have probably spent hours of this deployment (during "duty hours") at my desk, while they have probably spent days if not months. I wish I had a timer that I could keep track of my time spent there. Fact is though I would probably have to get up so much and sometimes so fast that I would forget to check in or out. So the Hell with it.
We as humans are a big steaming pile of contradictions, this is just one more example.

"This certainly is a nice hand-basket," said the Traveler.

"Yes only the best for where we are going," replied the Porter.

"Oh," exclaimed the Traveler, interest piqued. "And where would that be?"

The Porter just smiled.

Cheers,
g

So Much For Resolutions...

Or as Tracey Chapman might say, "Talkin' 'bout a resolution."
I know that was a reach, but what are you going to do? I never really called it a resolution to come here and update the adoring public, but it still feels like I blew it. That is what those things are really for though, breaking. Regardless and even though I really have nothing to say, here I am.
I wish I had more something to go on a rant on something but, I really have nothing. Oh I just slapped at a mosquito, hit my ear, and it is still ringing (does that count?) but the mosquito is still flying around unscathed.
Must procure deep thoughts from somewhere...(Er uhm well...) well next time will surely be better.
Cheers,
g