... and that's when she turned to me and said, "I thought that was the best you could do."
So I didn't die. Thanks for asking. I do, however, believe that I am going to move into a bubble. Since I last yammered on like a monkey in a tree (aka posted), I went to a school to learn the job I have been doing for a year now, shredded my MCL on the right knee and dislocated my shoulder so badly the xray made the xray tech cringe. Seems the ball of my shoulder was lodged in my arm pit. It was a routine fishing accident. Don't ask.
All that to say, I have no explanation for my recent medical high jinx, so I will avert all possible incidents by moving into a bubble. Nothing real primitive like the one Travolta lived in, but one of the newer models with a plasma TV and the Sunday NFL ticket. Oh, and a crapper. Gotta have one of those.
I hate this major fact of the military- my two closest friends (who ironically share the same name) both live huge distances from me. The one in Spin City (not New York. I don't care what anyone says ... more spin comes out of DC in an hour than NYC in a week) is great because we can agree on most things but not everything, he loves music (not just songs) and he knows when to shut the hell up. Awkward silences are only awkward if one or both people feel that the other person should fill the spaces. It is this disingenuous filler that separates the true friends from the dudes you go partying with. If you can't sit in a room with another grown man, eat a cow and watch Scrubs on DVD for hours at a time without feeling the need to talk the whole time, what kind of friend are you, sir? No kind at all.
The other one is generally the funniest guy I have ever met. The basis of his humor is that he doesn't try to be funny, he just is. He's not the kind of guy who could read a phone book and it would be funny (Ron White) but he is just one of those guys that makes people laugh. He and his wife are generally about the most genuinely nice people on the planet, and since she's going to be a veteranarian, he'll have beer money for life.
Read Generation Kill by Evan Wright. It's a great book. Don't read The Chamber by John Grisham. It's not. (FYI- If an author has 8 books in as many years and seven were made into movies, the one that wasn't probably isn't worth reading)
Tulane is such a pain in the ass to get to. It's in the garden district (aka- where all the money in N.O. is) and therefore is congested 24/7 by idiot tourists driving at the speed of smell whilst looking at all the houses they can't afford. Anyone know how to fly? I promise to only use my powers for good.
I still don't like Chinese food, and I'm ok with that.
Anyone want to buy an $1100 drum set for $400? It's red. Red drumsets are louder than other colors. I read that somewhere.