A Great Read....

Murphy was a Grunt: An Unexpected Serenade


This guy knows how to tell a story! I was howling.... choking on my coffee....
for those of you who like to read milblogs... this is definately a must read!

Ten More Minutes Please!

"Can I please just have Ten More Minutes".....
1. to Sleep
2. of Hot Water In the Shower
3. to Lay In the Hammock
4. to Feel the Sun on my Face
5. to Slow Dance
6. to Sit on the Dock at the Lake
7. to Sleep (yes, twice)!
8. to Do the Crossword Puzzle
9. to Look at the Stars
10.to Wish for ten more minutes.....

Feel free to share your 'wish lists'!

Mouse Hill

500 years from now, when someone happens to dig around in my back yard, I wonder what they will think when they come upon Mouse Hill. The discovery will probably astound and bewilder. What in the world would 60 or more mouse skeletons be doing in one heaping pile? This is what goes through my mind every day when I come home from work to find the two or three little "presents" that my cat Charlie has left for me on the back steps. As part of the ritual, I have started keeping a shovel by the back door, using it to heave the cargo over the embankment, generally in the same spot each time. It is such an unpleasant task, and if I could figure out how to stop the deposits I would. Perhaps I'll try a bell? For Whom the Bell Tolls..... for the little ones on Mouse Hill!

These Boots Were NOT made for Walking!

This morning we decided that it was too foggy to do our usual 2 mile walk to the rotary. Too dangerous. No one would be able to see us. The fog was thicker than I have ever seen it. Less than 8 foot visibility. No changing into our civilian clothes. Just out the door and head home. Ha! The three of us were met by the director on his way in to work. Shamed us into walking by telling us that the ANG personnel were out doing their morning exercises. So, not wanting to take the time to change, we walked in our uniforms. Our uniforms and boots. The first mile went good up until the heels of my feet started welling up with blisters. I had no choice. Take the boots OFF. No sucking it up for this kid. Just take the boots OFF! Nice smooth pavement, no problem! Just have to endure the merciless teasing and name calling.(For those of you old enough to remember) I swear I heard Nancy Sinatra singing as I hobbled back with my boots in one hand, and my pride dragging on the ground behind me.

Contributing to the Deliquincy of a Possum?

Several days ago, while taking out a bag of trash to the garbage cans in my garage, I discovered something furry in the bottom of one of the cans! A poor, dead possum!(Or was he just playing possum?) After screaming bloody murder, with my heart pounding in my chest at a mere 900 mph, I carried the can out to the woods and disposed of the unfortunate fellow.
Yesterday, at the recycling station, I was standing at the machine, feeding cans into it one by one. I began to see very small holes in all of the empty cans. “ Hmmmm”…. I thought to myself, “tiny teeth marks!” Then it dawned on me! That dang possum and sucked out all of the remaining liquid in the beers cans! He must have gotten so drunk that when he climbed into the garbage can he either couldn’t find his way out or he was passed out!
Can you stand it?

One of Those Nights

One of those nights,
just feel like walking.
Feel like something special is flowing
from the moon to the sea
to the light through me.
Nothing new on my mind,
yet an inexpressible force,
makes me accept,
makes me wonder more.
Today is Tuesday!
What does that mean to me?
Nothing at all.
Seeing my limitations,
imagining knowing everything!
Is it enough to feel it?
Will it lose it's magic if I tell someone?
Can we ever know what is in
someone else's mind?
Write a song,
building in intensity,
traveling beyond light,
beyond sound,
beyond electricity....
In all this beautiful confusion,
I have
you.