Archive for June, 2007

Daddy

Posted 6:08 am June 17th, 2007 by bama2

Linda and Daddy

This is my favorite picture of my daddy with me–and my sister in the background! I’m guessing I’m about 3 yrs old (my mother crocheted my dress!) My daddy loved me unconditionally but it took losing him to fully understand that.

He’s been gone from this earth for some time but it doesn’t seem like that long. In his later years he had to deal with Parkinson’s and it hampered his love for fishing. Well, it pretty much interferred with his life, period. But today, I’d like to remember the fun things he did as my daddy.

He had a very good sense of humor and I think that’s where mine comes from! He always made snowmen with me whenever it snowed, I never remember him yelling at me. When he came in to wake me up, he usually tickled my feet and said time to get up sleepy-head! Sometimes, while watching tv, he’d get an apple and use his pocket knife to peel it. I’d wait unil he got the first bite, then I’d ask him for a piece and about the second or third piece, he’d smile and tell me, you know there’s more apples in the kitchen and I’d smile and say I only wanted alittle bit while continuing to ask for more until his apple was gone! We did that over and over and he never got mad or told me to get my own.

Sometimes I’d fish with him. He’d try to teach me to cast my line out but after I “caught” him a time or two, I think he was thinking he might end up with a lure attached to him somewhere! So we tried not to stand too close to each other! I have lots of pictures of me holding up a big, dead fish! He never got tired of talking about fishing and I believe he remembered every fish he caught! Especially the big ones! He also seemed to remember what he was using when he caught them, too! He liked to eat them as much as he liked catching them….and he knew how to clean them! (most important!) Watching him clean them held no interest for me! yuk But they were good to eat, except for the bones!

When I was getting ready to take my driving test, we were out on a local highway and a dog ran across the road and I swerved to miss it! When he could talk again, he said don’t.. ever.. do ..that.. again! He also went on to explain how I could end up in an accident and maybe get hurt or worse. Bless his heart, I think I really scared him! heh

Daddy was not just a good daddy, he was a good man. We always went to church and I don’t just mean Sunday services. We went to Sunday school. main Sunday service, Sunday night, Wednesday night, VBS, and any other service that was going on! There was no swearing except for an occasional hell or damn and his drink of choice was a Coke.

The last thing I did for Daddy was take his glasses off, tuck them inside his jacket and kiss him goodbye, forever.

Google Me This

Posted 5:20 am June 15th, 2007 by bama2

Most of the Google hits I get are for someone I’ve done a post about or my dear–not sure what they’re looking for! But recently, I got a doozie! Someone had googled “nude yogurt fights” and my blog came up! I knew I hadn’t been involved in any nude fights, with or without yogurt! I looked it up and they had taken my post about my cat liking yogurt and another about 18,000 Mexicans posing nude for art! No mention of fights!

Are there a lot of nude yogurt fights??

VooDoo Daddy

Posted 4:15 pm June 13th, 2007 by bama2

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This is JP Borda, of Milblogging fame. (We know he isn’t actually famous, but we have to humor him! wink-wink!) Doesn’t he look jaunty in his Afghan shemagh? (Say yes–he’s very insecure!) I hold him responsible for getting me involved with blogs–so I’m not sure if I should bless him or curse him! I was an AnySoldier supporter in 2004 when I came across his picture one day and he mentioned he had a blog. I decided to check out his blog and I was hooked! JP was a very funny blogger! Warped, sarcastic humor! I wish he had left National Guard Experience up ’cause we’d still be laughing!

One of the first giggle-fests I remember was the mouse in his room in Afghanistan that made him scream like a little girl and when guys ran into his room to see what was the matter, it suddenly became this huge rat with long teeth–threathing I’m sure!

Then there was the beef jerky war with another soldier, Mustang. Have no idea how to describe that, but it was fun. He educated us on games they played out in the field when they weren’t engaged. Dear Lord, it sounded like kamacazes! Throwing rocks in each other’s mouths–do you know how much fecal matter is in that soil?! Pulling tricks on each other! The soldier who crawled into his sleeping bag head first out in the field and almost suffocated! The pen that exploded from the heat and they thought they might have a sniper bearing down! He told us about piss tubes, camel spiders, guys who were with him and even basic training! I remember the choo-choo game as soapy and nekkid? And poor Boobah–he was tortured and abused! And we were abused by his blabbing on and on and on about the Olsen twins!

The sweetest story was about his 3 yr old son who had a Goofy doll to represent his Dad and carried it everywhere. One night he woke up crying and told his mom he wanted his dad. His mom tried to give him Goofy and he said no, I want my real dad! Mom said she did, too, and they both cried for a bit. These kind of stories were what made us love JP. I’m speaking for quite a few people he affectionately calls his “crackheads”. (It better be affectionately, dude!)

I was writing to a Lt in JP’s group and sent him a water gun and told him to find JP and shoot him in the face and tell him it was from me! I also sent JP a water gun with the same instructions for the Lt but, of course, the plan was spoiled because of rank! Spoil sports! It was just a little bit of water!

Sometime in this, I had a conversation with JP while he was on guard duty. I sent him an email and noticed he answered it rather fast–and they were about 7 hrs ahead of us which meant it was very late in Afghanistan! We sent several emails back and forth. Me, safe at home in Alabama and JP, thousands of miles away in a war zone.

Finally, it was time to redeploy and it seemed to take forever! We know what the first thing he did was when he landed in the US ’cause baby Joseph arrived 9 mos later! heh I think the guy was on a mission! He moved his family to Texas not long after and had just moved to CA when his guard unit was activated and has spent several months in MS getting ready for Iraq with the Bad VooDoo Platoon. Put some curses on those insurgents!

JP, get your butt home safely ’cause there’s a group of women who want to give you some hugs! And it’s your own fault for being so warm and loving. Okay, I think I just threw up in my mouth alittle! j/k Love ya!

jp

Oh, I almost forgot, JP………….ZING!!!!!

http://www.milblogging.com/trackback.php?y=07&m=06&entry=entry070612-113104

Update: JP is in Kuwait and reports it’s 130 degreea at 10 am! Hot-cha-cha!

Remember Me

Posted 1:15 am June 12th, 2007 by bama2

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This is a video dedicated to the Bad VooDoo Platoon who are gearing up to go to Iraq. One of their members is JP, of Milblogging.com. More about him later. You can visit their new website at: http://www.badvoodooplatoon.com/
And I’ve also added them to my blogroll, so as to do frequent checks!

Take care voodooers and bring your butts home safely! We support you and will be saying extra prayers for you!

Oh, this was put together by a 15 yr old girl who wants to join the service after school!

Bad VooDoo Platoon—-Yay!

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Alabama Blogger’s Carnival!

Posted 4:42 am June 11th, 2007 by bama2

Going on at Degree of Madness:

http://degreeofmadness.typepad.com/degree_of_madness/

Aren’t you sick of hearing about Paris and all her problems??? Talk about madness!!

Go read some new blogs today! ;)
My contribution was Operation Rebound. Read about some fantastic wounded vets. You know ya wanna!

Mok and Lai

Posted 1:47 am June 11th, 2007 by bama2

Mok and Lai are stray dogs in Thailand who were recruited to sniff bags at the airport for drugs and did a good enough job that they earned praise from the local police! Alas, so many people complained about them hiking their legs on their luggage while sniffing and Mok’s fondness for hanging onto women’s legs that they were fired! There’s always a critic!

They have been sent to a farm to herd chickens and pigs. Reeducation?

On Being Alone

Posted 11:44 pm June 8th, 2007 by bama2

I’m sure most of you have heard about Kelsey Smith, the 18 yr old who was abducted outside a store in Kansas and killed. Another sad story about a young life, full of promise, cut short. I hope you will talk to your kids about the dangers like this and what to do. I know it’s easier to think about it than to put it into action, but going over what to do could save a life.

I’ve always said if anyone ever got in the car with me, they were going on a wild ride! I know nothing good is going to happen so they’re the one who should be scared! I would be one scary driver! Buckle up mr. criminal! I’ve never done a 360 in an intersection but it’s time to try it!

Here ae some suggestions on what to do. I hope you never have to use them!

1 Tip from Tae Kwon Do :

The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!

2. Learned this from a tourist guide in New Orleans. If a robber asks for your wallet or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM! Toss itaway from you…chances are that he is more interested in your wallet/purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail loghts and stick your arm out the hole and start waring like crazy! The driver won’t see you, but everyone else will. This has saved lives!

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc, and just sit–doind their checkbook or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! I will be watching you and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE!

a. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head, DO NOT DRIVE OFF, repeat, DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead, gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your air bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes, bail out and run! It is better than having them find your body in a remote location or never finding your body.

5 A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot or a parking lot:
A.) Be aware: look around you.
look into your car, at the passenger side floor , and in the back
seat

B..) If you are parked next to a big van,
enter your car from the passenger door .
Most serial killers attack their victimsby pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

C..) Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle,
and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control,
ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP
It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her “Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.” The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, “We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.” He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby’s cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby’s cries outside their doors when they’re home alone at night.

Rumble in the Senate

Posted 1:31 am June 8th, 2007 by bama2

senate scuffle

State Senator Charles Bishop, R, Jasper, punched Dem Senator Lowell Barron, of Fyffe, on the floor of the Senate, saying Barron called him an sob!

Bishop said if he called him that again, he’d hit him again!

Barron was not available for comment. Guess he was busy putting ice on his fat lip!

That’s more like it! Action in the Senate! Way to earn those raises you gave yourselves! heh

June 6, 1944

Posted 8:44 am June 6th, 2007 by bama2

d-day

Soldiers seeking shelter from German machine guns on D-Day at Omaha Beach.

Claud Woodring’s job on D-Day was challenge enough. Scheduled to be among the first soldiers to land on the beach on D-Day, he was to demolish barbed wire so that the troops could advance unimpeded. But he found himself swimming ashore when his boat hit a mine several hundred yards from shore. Despite horrific casualty rates, Woodring and his men achieved their objective, only to face a new challenge: fighting the Germans amid the hedgerows of Normandy.

To read personal stories of the soldiers who were there:

http://www.loc.gov/vets/stories/onthebeach.html
Experiencing War: Stories from the Veterans History Project

Little Big Man

Posted 6:47 am June 6th, 2007 by bama2

Little Man
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This is my big, beautiful lap baby, Little Man. He adopted me several years ago. He was such a big boy (18 #) and had this tiny meow–actually sometimes he’d open his mouth and a squeak would come out–and that is how his name came about. I shortened it to Little Man. He could get louder, especially if another male came around and got into some ferocious fights! Even after I had him neutered, he’d still kick some kitty butt! His nose still has a scar from a fight.

He just showed up one day and I guess he decided to stay. For a long time, he wouldn’t come inside so I got a small dog house and put it on the deck to give him a place to sleep and get in out of the rain. Although, he didn’t mind the rain and would sometimes sit in it until it got real heavy. I kept offering to let him in and one day he accepted but he still wanted to go back out. Then one day I guess he decided being inside wasn’t so bad and he wanted to stay in more than he wanted out. That was when I found out what a lap baby he was! He would put all 18# of himself right in my lap and he purred very loud–I loved it! He was also a head-butter and liked to rub his head against me. He also liked to eat and begged for food pretty much most of the time! Whenever I had some yogurt he would sit by me until I finished and them I’d hold the container for him to stick his face into and clean it out. I think he would have pretty much eaten anything I offered him!

I’ve often looked at him and tried to imagine what he looked like as a kitten. I bet he was an adorable ball of fluff! His eyes are a light green and look like they are lined with eyeliner! (Don’t tell him I said that!) He was alittle overly agressive for the 2 girl kitties and they tended to stay away from him. If I was in the bedroom they’d usually all end up on the bed with me and if one of them was in a spot he wanted and didn’t offer to move, he’d lay down almost on top of them. He believed in making his presence known! The habit that drove me nuts was him walking right in front of me so I was tripping over him! MOVE! meant nothing to him!

Last year he started sneezing a lot and it was messy. I took him to the vet and left him for a week-end so he could medicate him. When I picked him up, he seemed better. but not too long after, the sneezing began again. The vet said he couldn’t do anything else for him. He has feline herpes and no, it isn’t like the herpes humans get! It’s a respiratory disease with no cure and contagious to other cats. I made a very hard decision last fall that he could not come back inside, in hopes the 2 inside cats wouldn’t catch it. It’s a situation that has brought me to tears. He doesn’t understand why if he gets in, I immediately put him out or stop him at the door. It makes me feel like such an a orge! He remembers there are soft places to take naps on!

Now that the weather has warmed up and I’ve been outside with him more, I can see bad days are ahead. He feels like he’s lost quite a bit of weight and his hair is not as thick. I know what’s coming and I dread it so much. One day, I’m going to have to put him in the car and drive down the road to the vet’s to have him put to sleep. I just keep looking at him and thinking, just alittle bit longer.

It’s going to be a sad day.