Today and every day.

You know who you are.
You made choices that changed your life forever.
Those choices affected the lives of those around you and countless others.
Those choices reach far beyond the moment and into future generations.

How does a person properly acknowledge this? Words seem small and ill equipped to convey the true meaning behind them, but they are all we have. They are the only tools at our disposal to recognize those who truly do a job that most Americans won’t do.

So, to all of you who have served, thank you.

To all of you who are still serving, thank you.

To those thinking of serving, thank you.

Why?

Really, I’ve been trying hard to come up with stuff for this. It’s not for lack of material or ideas, but more often than not, I sit and wonder what it’s all for? Is it for me? Is it for The Girl? Trust me, we both know my thoughts. I live with them and she with me and, since she seems to be my only follower and reader, it seems pretty pointless to sit and write them out. It may come as a surprise, but I’m not a “hey, look at me!” kinda guy. Do I even have anything new to say? This post has probably been written in one form or another by someone else. I’m sorry, I’m going in circles and starting to even bore myself.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I won’t focus so much on the why and wherefores and just go ahead and do it.
Maybe.

Day three

So, I'm not going to lie. I've got nuthin'. No funnies, no weapies, no blah-blah-blah. I wonder if I'll make it though the entire month.

Stay tuned......

Poke-poke-poke

"This has to be the longest run on sentence in the history of the world. Oh well, I never said they would be quality posts. Say, where's yours? C'mon, it's day two. Where's your post for today?"

And then she stole my last Whopper.

Not a "May I have that please?", just *snatch* and it was gone.

Had she asked, she would have gotten, "Why, of course, my dear. I will gladly give you my last Whopper. You are the light of my life and to give you my last succulent globe of sugary goodness wrapped in tasty chocolate would make me the happiest man in the world."

Nope.

There is no justice in this world.

What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too.

Oh well. Perhaps I'll just fall asleep early tonight. That'll show her. Take my last Whopper? No nookie for you!

BTW - I hope you voted today. If you didn't, you forfeit your right to complain about how bad Government is. If you're not part of the process, you're part of the problem.

'Nuff said.

One Year Later….

I started this thing last year at the urging of my girlfriend (significant other, partner in crime, etc.). Well, maybe “urging” isn’t quite right. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what prompted me to do it other than, “Sure, why the hell not?” Either way, here I am a year later and what do I have to say?

Way to go SF Giants!