Published on
May 23, 2006.
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You scored as Marines (United States Marine Corps). Semper Fi. You are a true Marine. You are the nation’s most devastating fighting force, barring Special Forces. But your place was not easy to get. You endured the harshest basic training of any Armed Force to get where you are, and your reward is the respect and admiration of everyone else (except maybe the Air Force, who may view you as just a dumb grunt. Perhaps it’s true, but you just want to fight).
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Marines
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100% |
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Air Force
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86% |
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Army
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86% |
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Navy
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57% |
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Coast Guard
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14% |
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Which branch of the Military are you?
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Published on
May 14, 2006.
I cannot day that I am too terribly in to mother’s day. For that matter, I am not too terrible into father’s day, either. I have seen too many mothers use this day as an excuse.
“You owe me because I am your mother!”
We do not owe mothers anything! They are simply doing what is required of their chosen path in life. And many of them are not even doing that minimum. I have seen too many mothers (and fathers) view their kids as a burden and treat them accordingly. Just because you have the physical capability to fornicate and produce offspring does not mean that one should.
A few years ago I sympathized with these parents. I thought that they must have a particularly burdensome task. Now, having two little ones of my own, I know that it is a particularly burdensome task. But this is not a task that I take lightly. I do not view my children as an obstacle, and neither did my Mom.
That in my mind, is the difference between a mother and a Mom: the physical ability versus the moral responsibility. So to my Mom and my wife, Happy Mom’s Day. You deserve it.
Published on
May 8, 2006.
Part I – RJ
RJ was playing outside as the lawn was being mowed. As the lawn mower approached, RJ ran. Quickly.
He ended up atop the wood retaining wall bordering our parking lot. This time he had no place to run. As the lawn mower approached, he looked around and decided to brave the two and a half foot jump from the retaining wall. There was about twelve inches between the wall and the car parked there.
RJ jumped, grazed the car on the way down and planted his face on the retaining wall. There was lots of crying, but very little blood. RJ regained his composure rather quickly and continued to play.
Part II – Beth
Beth was cleaning the spare room in the basement. This has been an ongoing project since we moved here. Until lately, this room just contained boxes, but we are trying to make it our office/guest room. (We do not have enough guests to make it a full time guest room.)
I assume that one of the boxes has been spilled, but for whatever reason there were toothpicks all over the floor. Once of them managed to find their way through the bottom of Beth’s foot. Despite the pain, Bath managed not to use expletives in front of RJ. However, RJ was quite upset at the sight of his mother’s pain.
Part III – The Funny Part
Being the big boy that he his, RJ promptly helped his Mommy up the stairs.
“Hey Mommy, just hop on one foot. Like this.”
As my wounded wife and my wounded son made it to the top of the stairs, RJ turned and said, “Mommy, I hurt my face and you hurt your foot. We are just falling apart here.”
