I wish someone would shoot me in the face

Well it is that time of year again, where the smart kids are reveling in their A's and the dumb kids are wishing they had dropped that differential equations class, and I am here trying to finish the numerous papers, projects and studying I need to have done for my five classes. I really do think that at the beginning of the year all the teachers get together and say, "okay I have this kid, her name is Terri...let's make her life a living hell the end of the semester..." so there you have it, I will not be posting over the next day or so, lots of stuff to do still! Wish me luck and keep trucking on! p.s. as far as chi-town goes, I will send an e-mail after classes are over. To all the kids..."They call me cocky, and I say, 'What? Its only bragging mother fucker if you can't back it up!'" Name that song and you will get a surprise!

This One Time at Band Camp

So that reminds me, this one time I was driving and I came upon a corner a little too fast, the light had just turned red, so I figured that I could slip right through...out of the corner of my eye I see this man walking into the intersection, so what's running through my head, "oh shit I am gonna hit this dude!" Being that it was too late to stop all I could do was hope to God that the man saw me and didn't step into the intersection...wait for it....wait for it....whew! He stopped just in time, so then that moment of panic turns into rage, and I yell out, "what the hell are you blind?!" As I turn my head and inspect my rear view mirror for a reaction, I see a white cane...Yup stuck my ass in the air for that one and got a boot shoved right up there!

Was I really that Immature in High School?

Okay so this is for all of my friends out there, and for a few of you regulars (I know you read this and never say anything, its like sneaking into a movie premier and not being able to talk about it...I know it is killing you, just say one little thing, maybe you like my counter, I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes, c'mon I know that you come here daily if not more, I can count my statistic hits from my com. loc. I am no dummy, you think I don't notice your hometown there, staring me in the face? Oh man I wonder who that is? Just think about that next time you decide to slide on through!)

So the point of this post, I have a huge headache...you wanna know why? Well I have just spent the last 15 minutes jumping from blog to blog off Rubria's site. Wow, is all I can say...can we be anymore immature? So here is the jist of the story, something about how this girl broke up with this dude and then he still loves her, and how his friends think he sucks but then one of this friends called the other friend a faggot (which is a word we never use in this blog, but for the entire effect of the situation we shall make an exception) so the guy who was called a faggot is then prompted to start his own blog, bad mouthing the guy who called him a faggot, which is then retaliated by the guy who still loves the girl and his friends....Did you get all of that? Yeah about that, lets just say that if I was in that group of people I would have killed them all by now.

Why can't people just leave well enough alone, not everything in this world affects every single person, for example my friend breaks up with another friend, do I jump in an take sides? No it does not affect me, when it does start to affect me then I stop and say, "you guys suck you broke up get over it I don't want to hear your shit..." Then they reply with, "wow you are right! Why were we so stupid, immature and moronic?" See I could totally be a diplomat, I would just need to become the almighty and omnipotent leader for 100 years to change the course of the path that this world is heading. Anyway the sites were stupid and they irritated me, so I vented, what a waste of time and space, no wonder the upcoming generation is so damn fucked up!?! Man I thought my generation was a bunch of douche-bags! So there you have it! The inside on a bunch of underage morons, maybe I should turn them in for underage drinking, then maybe, just maybe there would not be so much trash on the internet.

Well you all, I have a list of 15 things to finish for the week and I am on 4 so I am out...to study!

Excuse me ma'am what where you doing at approximately 4:30 this afternoon?

"Well you won't believe this, but I was actually stalking a psycho, south-Omaha, possible lesbian"...okay all you kids out there before you get all worried and start dialing the ACLU about some 25 year old stalker that goes out and harasses south Omaha lesies, hear my side of the story...now untwist your grammy panties and listen to my tale of wonder and excitement.

So there I was with my friend Paul, driving in south Omaha, now many of you are probably wondering why I was in south O, being that I am a north O kid by heart...mom don't worry I stopped the bangin' in high school. So there we were driving down Vinton street...oh yeah why I was down there...well I was taking Paul back to his house. What you thought that was the cool part of the story, oh hell I can only be interesting about 98% of the time and that line there just happened to be my 2% for the day!

So as we are passing this girl standing on the side of the street, Paul looks over to me and says, "you know I always wanted to ask you if that girl was a lesbian?" "huh?!" "That girl back there, the one we just passed, I was wondering if you ever saw her at 'the bar', cuz she used to come into Blockbuster all the time..." So I do want to give a shout out to Paul, my favorite lip pierced non-non-homosexual I love you, but...when did I become the authority on lesbians from Omaha? I mean c'mon I always brag that I can spot them a mile away, but hell, we were doing thirty and you expect me to be able to swivel my head and catch a glimpse as we are speeding around the corner...and maybe by the glory of the god I might happen to catch just a glimpse of her pant leg, in all my infinite wisdom, I shall bow my head, unleash the fury within and a thundering voice shall pour forth from my body and name the question-ed one...(imagine thunder and lightening, lots of wind and scary stuff like that) "Thou art a l-e-s-b-o!"

So after hearing such a stupid comment come out of my friend's mouth I did the only logical thing I could think of...........................................came to a screeching halt in the middle of Vinton street and flipped a bitch. Yeah I said it! I turned around right then and there, man I wanted to see this lesbian! So we do a return fly-by, and of course, after so much talk, we drove by I and thought, "oh man was that so and so?" well I should have thought about that before I said it, because apparently "so and so" lives in Millard and if I had really thought about what I had just let slip from my lips I would have realized that white lesbian millardians DO NOT walk around 19 and Vinton...my mistake.

So of course, just in case I was wrong, we turned around again, baby I was like Kojak on the case, and not that wimpy ass Kojak from the 70's or 80's or whenever it was, the big badass buff Vinton Rheams or whatever his name is...you know the Kojak from TBS that could kick the California Govenor's ass! "I'll be back" okay so what was I saying, oh yeah so we flip another bitch, thinking that we could "sneak up" the lesbian from Millard. We came around the corner and the girl gave us the slip! Man oh man we were slowing down, looking down streets, behind dumpsters thinking maybe her red sweatshirt would give her away, but to my avail no such luck. So to the red sweatshirted, possibly psycho, millardian lesbian that I saw on Vinton today...................... touche my friend touche!

So if the cops ask, you now know where I was today at approximately 4:30 this afternoon...

Do you know what I hate?...

I hate technology, I think it has lots to do with the declining state that this world is in...why can't I get my music to play? How come this damn thing takes so long? What the hell is Morpheus?! I mean I know there are people out there that know a whole heck of a lot less than I do, how do they manage? So here I am on the eve of Dead Week, trying to complete papers and projects galore, and I am here stuck at the folks' place trying to fix the 'ole CPU...did I mention I hate technology. I could be out now, doing PR for the Kingsmen, having a brew or two but NOOOOO! I am here writing papers and downloading software for the friggen e-mail account that won't work because someone cannot remember their password! Oh man to be me...well it's not that bad I suppose, I could be at work...so that is my rant for the time being I may not have time until tomorrow to post again. C'est la vie, or however you spell that?.... (A few notes* pops I am not mad about the e-mail thing, its just frustrating, I did jimmy rig it so you can get your messages...I am not that dumb, I do know what Morpheus is and I have a sneaking feeling that when my uncle was futzing with it this last week he "knocked" the audio card...so there take all those comments that you were gonna send explaining that to me and shove them! Love to you guys! ;) wish me luck this next week!) Did I mention I hate technology?..............................

Making a Correction

So I was so feverishly corrected today by my mother, glad to see you have hopped on that technology train...no really I am so friggen happy!... ;) Don't let the spyware slap you in the ass on the way out! So here are the corrections...trolls living in caves, sorry I missed that one, I guess I was sick during that day at preschool. And the other thing, my mother helped carry a big heavy desk...up stairs I am presuming, because if it wasn't up the stairs than you have nothing to bitch and moan about! Just kidding, thanks for the comment mom!

I love spring, I was reading my Pale Rider friend's blog, and as many of you might be thinking, as I know I was, no Pale Rider is not a sexually charged username...um at least I don't think it is....and if it is I do not want to know about it...(Seriously, I never want to know that......... allevatori!) So for my Italian friends I hope that translates! It has been raining the last couple of days, its been nice, it washes all of the "icky-ness" of winter away. Spring always smells so nice, almost like freshly washed clothes, unless you are poor and cannot afford the dryer sheets that make the clothes smell so nice...then spring smells like it just rained a whole bunch.

Last night we went to Petrow's, eehhh it was okay, let's just say hopefully that will be the last time I have have hot beef...Kiki I know you are laughing! I don't know why I am rambling, found out that Frank, my pal, is going to Liege for "work". I miss Europe a whole bunch...have not yet decided if it is because I need a change of scenery or if it is because I had such a good time. Classes will soon be over and I have not yet signed up for next semester...I have no drive to be here in the O.N.E. still waiting on UT Austin, and a reply from my soldier...kind of worried about him, I think it has been a week or so...I hope all is okay, keep him in your thoughts.

Oh last night, it was storming, and while I should have stayed in and done homework I went for dinner with some friends, Joshy, who if he would get off of his lazy ass and post sometime, you can reach his live journal from this page here...and Shasta, who is hot as all get out! (Had to put that one in!) And for those of you who want to know where she got her name, that my needy little friends is for another day. So here we are having dinner, thank goodness we made it to the early bird special...at 6:00 or so, three and a half hours later there we are meandering out of the restaurant...being in the service industry I know exactly how those servers felt, "Did you see those douche bags at table 14? They have been sitting here for almost three hours, are they gonna stay the whole damn night? Well, yeah they have paid, but I need to clean that table..." Yeah I can hear it now. Well it made me laugh, because all you people out there...this is my two-fingered salute!

As far as Saturday goes, my Pale Rider buddy and his wife, I am glad that we happened to meet up, it has been such a long time since we last hung, it was nice to catch up. As far as my "Swedish Beer Serving Wench" I am glad you approve, usually I do like the "beefy-ier model" but even a truck man likes a sleek Shelby Cobra, if you know what I mean. Thanks, by the way, for the "advice" on Saturday, I have that meeting today, I am sure you will hear all about it. Other than that I should be off to study (what I don't know but the latest issue of Maxim arrived the other day maybe that will occupy my time)...so to all you suckas out there... Peace!

The Four Things my Mommy Told Me....

So went over to the folks' place on Sunday, of course you would think at the tender age of 25 that I would be able to get a long with my dad...yeah about that!?! We moved my sister's crap, er I mean possessions into the basement. Apparently her coming back from college means we have to "re-move" everything that my parents just found a place for, from when she moved out to go to college. Steph I love you but next time you have to at least come back and be there. When I was young, my dad and I got along great, maybe it was my tom-boyish attitude, or the fact that mom worked lots and went to school, but we were cool together. Then as he says, "at the age of thirteen you changed..." um well maybe, but I think he had a lot to do with that too.

My parents always taught me that I needed to be myself, that just because I was a girl there was nothing that I could not do. So at the young age of thirteen I rebelled, not like most kids with black hair or the loud music that the parents hate, I mostly just fought with my parental units, man I let them know exactly what I felt when I felt it. Normal, I know most of you are thinking to yourselves, but then cut to the age of 18 when I left for college. Dad and I started to "communicate" as he puts it (I still hate that word by the way) we could hang out and do projects around the house, I was still really into the manual work, I felt a sense of accomplishment by mowing the yard or building whatever it was I felt the need to build...You know I thought maybe I had grown up, then I watched my sister go through the same thing, but knowing that my sister and I have two completely different personalities (I always told her that she was the adopted one...I think now it is the other way around!) I worried about her and my dad...cut to this weekend...

So there we are moving the furniture for my sister, my dad and I, oh and a big shout out to my mom who managed to finish the four dishes in the sink and vacuum...thanks ma, where were you on that one! So here we are yelling at eachother because my pops is a planner, always moving this out of the way, or re-arranging the way we were to carry an extremely heavy waterbed down the two stories of their house...me I am a wham bam thank you ma'am lets get this shit done, cause I have stuff to do type of gal. Granted planning is good, but time management is better, or so I thought...so here is my epiphany for the weekend...all of us...we are the same person...then I started thinking, you can say that about almost everyone of this small planet we call earth.

Think about it, we all want the good life; a happy family, a safe home, a good job (one where we don't have to work 60 hours a week in order to not see our happy family or safe home). The reason why we, my dad and I, argue is because we are so the same person. Someone would say that if we are so similar, then why do we argue? Well because while we want the same stuff in life, we might have a slightly different style of getting there. So here I am thinking, you know, maybe my dad was right, if I had moved the floor length mirror from my sister's room maybe I wouldn't have knocked it over and shattered the damn thing...just kidding Steph. No but seriously, I know this seems elementary, but if I (1) just took some time to look at other's style (2) maybe there wouldn't be so much yelling (3) ...

So that's my blog entry for the day, sorry it wasn't exciting like about my wild crazy sex that I had last night during the thunderstorm....

(1) By "I", I mean you and everyone, including the presidents and monarchs and kings and clerics and priests and everyone who has any sort of contact with anyone, so unless you are a troll living in a cave in Brazil, where you live completely off of the guava tree outside your dwelling, and all other supplies and nutrients are supplied by a force other than man (or other trolls) then this means you!
(2) By other's style, I mean look at people and how they react before you jump off of the deep end. Don't assume you are right because you are older, or have the doctorates, or because of your race or religious affiliation. God doesn't make that distinction, so why should anyone else? Listen to your fellow man (or woman) don't succumb to this submersive bullshit, where if you keep quiet then there will be less fighting...speak your mind whatever it might be, it is your right!
(3) By yelling, I mean war and hatred and just everything bad...

So there you have it the ranting of a 25 year old student that is pissed off about the way this world it turning out. My dad and I are fine, we calm down and all is well, no hard feelings. But for those of you out there that have nothing to say to your family or your parents...man what is wrong with you?! I mean your family should be the people that you will always know will be there for you no matter how much you mess up...mine was.

So talk! People, speak you minds, because if you don't...if you just keep silent, there might be a time in the future when you don't have the right to speak and you will be wishing and hoping for this time to be the present. Don't take for granted what you are given, because life as you know it will be upon a change...and you might not like it!

Mom, thanks for reading the blog, I hope you enjoy it and I hope that I don't embarrass you too much! Dad, I used you as an example (it's always easier to ask for forgiveness than it is for permission), I hope one day that understanding of this new fangled inter-net thingy snaps in your mind and it is all so very clear...good luck with the e-mail! Steph, I hope you enjoy the basement, I smashed my finger between your bed and the wall, I think you owe me a big thank you...or a beer will suffice!

Slap in the face...

Have you ever done something that was not quite up to par...and then later wondered why it all went bad for you? I was in Italian class, and I can admit it, on the last test I received a grade of 56% yeah I am woman enough to admit when I mess up! So here I am wondering if I can still pull an A...I talk to my professoressa (yeah see that's italian) and here she is telling me how to pass this class, "you need to make flash cards, maybe study the old tests, correct your wrong answers..."I get defensive, as we all would or do, and then I get frustrated. "Why can't this stuff just come to me like it does everyone else" And then I hear those booming words from heaven...
"Hey dipshit, wake up! Are you kidding me, you think that everyone in this class just automatically knew how to speak italian?! One day they just became fluent? Don't give me that crap about being too old, all minds should be exercised, no matter the age!..." Then I realize, that those booming words came from me...

Why do we do that, when did we as a society become so self-absorbed that unable to admit our own guiltiness? You see it everyday, people on trial, pleaing to lessen their sentence..."yeah I did it but just so you guys don't have to go through all the work of figuring it out, give me a lesser sentence" Are you kidding me?! When did this happen, what life changing event occurred that made people decide that they were not responsible for their actions. I hear the question almost daily, "what happened to this society, when did it all go down hill?" You wanna know the answer? The answer is that first time when a parent let their kid off of the hook for something they did, it taught the kid that they, among others, had no responsibility for their actions, it was the McDonalds court case when that crazy person spilled the coffee and then sued Mc-D's! Are you crazy? How did we get to be society of spineless pansies? When you look at yourself, can you say that you would gladly choose death over a life sentence in jail for a crime that you committed? Do you remember Socrates?....Do you know who Socrates was? The Greek philosopher that chose execution because his society had found him guilty of corrupting the young minds of Athens. They told him to leave the city and he could gladly live out the remainder of his life elsewhere...he stayed, he drank his hemlock and died...

All of you, my friends, relatives, and some of you unknowns, read this be aware, take a stance..."If you don't stand for something you will fall for anything..." heed these few words that I am giving you and learn them, live them, make them part of who you are, because without the ability, to take responsibility, we are doomed to a life of fruitless endeavors. Take this to heart, teach your kids, your friends.... If you can't say something to someone's face then don't say it at all, if you need to say something, however hurtful it might be, you better be able to say it to that person. If you mess up, apologize, you might not have been at fault this time, but then next time when you make a mistake, and it is your fault, it will make it easier to apologize. Life is hard, sometimes you get hurt, physically, mentally, emotionally...don't lay down and take it! Get back up and move forward! To stand still is to lose momentum...which eventually brings you to a halt...to come to a halt in life means death. Be responsible, please because before you know it the world as we know it will cease to exist.

The next generation needs something to learn from, I may not always have the answers, and I may not always know in which direction I am heading, but by the time I get there I will know that I did it on my own competence...

So here I am on my way to study my ass off, I will pass this class, it might not be with an A but at least I know that I will deserve what I earn!

I am the smartest woman alive!

Like you kids didn't already know that!...Well the day has been a bust so far, nothing accomplished, well except lunch with pops (thanks for the sustenance) oh yeah and I wrote HTML for a counter...Okay well I didn't write it, but I sure as hell did modify it so the damn thing did have a big friggen' coupon attached. Hows that for MENSA material....Thanks to lady Schaefer for the input... and by the way for all you fans out there, when you leave a comment identify yourself, Wear family I know, its easy, but as far as those of you who do not have a blogger site or choose to rely on the fact that I know who everyone is...Cmon, I know I am the shiz-nit, but I am stressed, finals are coming down the road faster than we know! Please id yourself, even if it is, "hey Terri remember when we made out on your sister's bed?! You blog site is the coolest..." see stuff like that I remember. By the way sorry Steph! Also for those of you who think you are slick and not commenting, please drop a line or two, pass this site on to your friends, hell I am having a blast doing this, I would think that people are enjoying it! Okay I need to study but hopefully it will only take a few minutes!

To my Pale Rider Friend....

So apparently when you go out of town and you come back and need to catch up on work, school and family life, people get all pissed off at you because you haven't written in your blog lately....so here's to you my pale friend...it would be nice if I knew who you were?!...

Chicago...oh the good times we had...let me start off by saying that not all of my trips are like those adventures in Belgium, but this one did have its ups....so we flew into chi-town Thursday afternoon, let me tell you the flight was the longest I have ever had. Over an hour, hell I could have driven in...okay okay okay so I lie, but it really was the longest flight I have ever taken to Chicago. So we fly into Midway, which wasn't too bad for a virgin experience. The first big cluster f@ck was trying to get a CTA (for those of you have never been: CTA Chicago Transit Authority...bus system and "El" trains) so we were supposed to be able to buy a visitor pass at the airport...yeah not so much in fact the machine, "had just broken down 'bout 15 minutes ago" Sure it did you pompous ass- you just don't want to get up off of your fat arse and sell it to us manually. Now let me preface this statement by sating that I love the city of Chicago, including the people and all it has to offer, however if they hired anymore "inadequate" persons for CTA I would have slit my wrists! So the man sends us on our way and tells us where to buy the ticket. So we are riding the train, god love Phil and Paul...they tried so hard! So there we are at our stop, I jump up and off the train and start heading to the exit stairs...I hear the "bing bong" of the doors closing and turn around to tell them something and...there they go! Off with the train and the rest of the morons onboard. Apparently I forgot to tie them together and then leash them to my belt. So as I am watching them driving away I see this look of horror on Phil's face. He won't admit it, but you know I think I saw a tear! Oh man, so they call me, I almost ignored the phone call to just to make them suffer, you know when a dog pees on the carpet you scold them and push their nose in it...well boys that was your piss! So we hook back up, thank god the people of Chicago are lazy and the next stop was two blocks away!

Cut to us checking into the hotel room, I will hit the highlights and leave the boring shit out, so we get to the seventh floor, knowing that we did not spend a lot on the room, but you know we are about three blocks from the sears tower how bad could it be....jump ahead to me laughing hysterically on the bed that takes up about 50% of the room. People I am not kidding, the room was the size of...well it was roughly 100 sq. ft. you know about 10 ft. by 10 ft. The "queen beds" um yeah about that...let's try maybe a twin with a few extra inches. So here we are, if you know Phil, Paul, and I you know we are not small kids...and if you don't know us, then why the hell are you reading this?! So there we are three fat kids in a little room sitting there trying to decide what to do first....yup you guessed it, we went to eat! Let me say that I have now found a new favorite pizza place downtown-Exchequer! The appetizers leave a little to be desired, but the pizza was awesome, with a capital "A"! So after that the insulin production started and I really don't remember what happened next, maybe we walked around...made plans for the next day.

Friday, wake up...nix that I woke the guys up, well sort of, because I knew they would be a bear in the morning, I left the curtains open, so about 7:30-8:00 the angels sang, and the sun shone forth and woke their asses up! Suckas! So we get moving and head to Wrigleyville, its opening day and we are gonna try to check out a game...supposedly it has been sold out for some time, I mean cmon it is opening day! Yeah not so much we get tickets for a reasonable price...right behind home plate, oh did I say home plate I meant HOME PLATE! Yeah there we were sitting there a great view of the field, neither of the guys had been to a MLB game, and it had been about 10 years since I went last. Oh did I forget to mention that we were in the 35 row, right behind a pillar, but other than that man it was awesome. We drank, rather we coveted, our $6.00 budweisers, watched some of the game, and checked out the stadium. Totally was a tourist, ora cheap grandma, and stole people's empty cups, yes we now have a set of 35...okay okay okay it wasn't that bad, maybe only 10. So we did the game, went across the street to the Cubby hole and paid an outrageous amount for beer, decided that we saw a quaint little place on the walk to the stadium that we would try...Trader Todd's if you haven't been, you should! Okay so this guys next to me was totally reading over my shoulder...punk! Anywho, Trader Todd's its this little bar, off of Belmont and Ashland...totally kosher! After a few rounds we headed home, and at this point I want to sat a great big Thank You to the CTA for always being there in my drunken times of need! I'll see you in August! We headed back and had some kick ass Presidentes Margaritas, what can I say I can't be away from Chili's for that long!

We met up with the guys' mom that night, she was in town for a conference, at this point I need to send a big shout-out to momma Smith, who fed me twice and went above and beyond her call of duty. Thanks for the good times and great food!

So dinner that night was Bubba Gump's place, you know nice atmosphere, but I really wouldn't recommend the place. Next day, Saturday, went to Michigan Ave., hung out walked around, oh yeah and, I love Paul, but he wanted to do this video game exhibition thing, I love Paul, where you go and see the history of video games, I love Paul, where he spent almost three hours looking around...Paul I love you, but next time leave me with the margaritas!

That night Dick's Last Resort, man if you get the chance I also totally recommend this place. You need to go! Spent the night throwing crap, being hit in the head with paper and drinking 40's (okay well they were actually 32's but who's counting). This was our drunken escapade of the trip which luckily to Paul, he doesn't remember much of horse face....let's just say I need to lose my tolerance...damn that beotch was ugly. Hey man more power to you! So we made it home okay, just barely. Made some drunken phone calls, and by the way if I didn't call you when I was drunk then I really don't like you....ha ha ha.... just kidding....or am I?

The next day was filled with a little of Navy Pier, lots of Paul sleeping, and to top it off a call from Sarah. Apparently when "the fellas" go to Chicago, they are supposed to see the sears tower, the field museum, and the rose gardens of Paraguay....dude I think she was lucky that we didn't find a strip bar on our way to the hotel and just eat drink and sleep strippers...so here's to you Sarah, the boys were out to play, not sightsee like a bunch of little grandmas!

We made it home safe, just barely the landing was bad, back and forth up and down...man land the damn thing already! Our stewardess, Teri, she was awesome! Totally hit it off, the people behind us, they were cool except the bitch that wouldn't shut up!

Anyway that was the jist of the rip you need more details just ask! But I should be doing some research, but I hope that ties you over until next time!

One more thing...

I want to add a counter to my blog site, if any of you have any HTML experience please help! I have the basis of what I want I just need to modify it so the damn thing doen't attach an ad banner... any ideas let me know!

Chi-town here I come!

Going to my city this week leave in a few days! So excited, gonna write more in a bit I need to study!

My military man!

Yeah that's right I said it...I have a man! Well okay not exactly a man...he is more like my pen pal, whom Kiki "introduced" us. He is really cool, we have a similar sense of humor, he cracks me up. He is somewhere, doing something, with someone, until sometime, for some reason...that is all he can tell me! It makes me laugh, all the secrets, granted it is for his (and our) protection, but I just wanted to say that regardless of whether you agree with the war (GWOT-go me!), the president, or anything else that is happening in this country...please please please support the men and women of our military! They are fighting for our rights...and our rights to hate what they are fighting for. Adopt a soldier, man, woman, army, navy, airforce, marines, reserves...any of them. There are men and women that do not get any mail, take some time out of your busy day of paperwork, phone calls and e-mails to drop a few lines a day, let them know that you appreciate what they do. Because face it, if you are reading this chances are you are not in the US military, and if you are it is because you are SO and are not active TDY now (is that right?) (or you are monitoring this website because I have mentioned a few key words that have set off a transcription device!) and if you are not in the military, then you get to take advantage of the rights that those present, past, and future have fought for!