Thursday the un-accompanied/hold baggage gets shipped. Sadly, this includes my computer. So, mañana will be my last postings on my computer for a few months (oh no NF, NO SIMS!!).

I will be forced, that's right forced through neccessity not choice, to use hubby's laptop. I HATE laptops. They're cramped, I can't play my games on them (Sims and Sims2, Pizza Tycoon, etc.), and I have no MP3s to listen to. That bites the big one!

So, if there are worse spelling errors than normal (yeah, normal is relative here at A Texan Abroad) blame it on the 'keyboard' that the laptop has (it will NOT be my fault, I vow this now...).


Tomorrow hubby gets RELEAVED OF DUTY! YEAH! No more work, but still loads of out processing. Oh well, at least no more shift work. (I so stink at being optomistic, I know). :)


We'll be out of the house on 13 June and into BILLETTING (NO TLF, BILLETING). This is due to the fact that the MORONS/INCOMPETENTS/SHITHEADS (take your pick) at the Billeting office let married, NO KIDS have all 6 of our base's TLF units. That means WE, with THREE KIDS, and a DOG, get two 'piss mate' rooms. IN THE DORMS! Why is this? Because our sucky ass base (I am SO counting days til we get the hell out of here in the Dodge) doesn't have enlisted billeting. We've got lovely renovated VOQs, but not shit for VEQ units.

Don't you just envy us? Drunk airmen all around us with 3 small children. Being on the opposite side of base from all our out processing appointments (yeah, yeah, I can walk across base in 10 minutes, that's NOT the point...I'm ranting here, don't ask me to be objective at this stage! ;) ). Seriously, I know all my readers, the 3 of you out there...so want to live just like we do. :D


Oh well. We'll have our final out inspection with housing on 15 June (yeah, cutting it close don't you think?), as well as that being the last day of school (the actual school gets out at 11 AM on 16 June, but we'll be LONG, and I mean LLLLOOOOONNNNNGGGG gone by then) for the oldest kiddo. Middle kiddo only goes to 14 June, when we have a PARTY!!! (She is SO stoked, a PARTY at SCHOOL, with ALL HER FRIENDS!) Hopefully that helps her adjust to the PCS that little bit better. I know she's really gonna have a hard time. She loves her teacher (the best small child educator I've seen in quite some time, and I come from teachers so that compliment does not come lightly), she's got "BOYFRIENDS" (several of them - startin' early she is), and she learns songs in class.


We'll take care of the vet crap on 16 June, and get on the ferry from Dover very early on 17 June. I WILL NOT TOUCH FRENCH SOIL!! I make this solemn vow, my feet will not touch one speck of French soil, I will spend no money in France, I won't use the toilet, NOTHING, NADA, ZIP, ZILCH, ZERO! I will not 'switch off' for driving until we reach Belgium, this is NOT negotiable. (I really despise the French, can you tell?) I intend to take a cup of pee and 'piss' on France before we leave though. They desecrate war graves (WWI and WWII) with Nazi propaganda and the French do 'non' to stop it, I will return the favor of showing my opinon of the Cheese-eating surrender monkeys! (Stinky ass cheese at that!)

Once we reach Beligum (probably before 6 in the morning) we'll have breakfast, I'll load up on chocolates (the sea-shell truffels are my absolute FAVE!) and then mosy to Deutschland (nein über alles) and spend about a week there. The lion's share around Ramstein (I'm going furniture hunting, plus I gotta get Greek food, Mexican food, Korean food, Döner Kebaps, and the best damn B-B-Q I've ever eaten...made by a man from Houston that settled in Germany. The meat is fall of the bone tender and you pay about $8 for all-you-can-eat B-B-Q and all the fixings...man my mouth waters at the thought...Oooh, and let's not forget a Schwank steak, and some schnitzel (yager is the best, it's a mushroom cream sauce made with good German wine). Oh, and I can't leave out the heavenly wine! The vines go back to Roman times (dude, I love me some Roman empire) and Ramstein stands in some of the best wine country in Germany. Then I'll have to do some BX/PX hoping (Ramstein, Vogelweh, Sembach, Mannheim, Stuttgart, and Garmisch before we leave the country.) It'll be about 4 hours through Austria and northern Italy until we make Aviano, so this trip should go over nicely...if the kids and the dog behave that is. Well no, just the kids, the dog always behaves.


So, bear with me if I don't post much. I may be slightly drunk, I'm going to be well fed, and I'm going shopping! Oh man, I'm one happy camper really looking foward to this trip! :)

I do promise to take loads of photos, even if it is Italy before I post them. I've got a digital camera and two SIM cards for it, plus a USB add-on drive to upload them. That's if I can pry hubby away from watching DVDs on the laptop, and find somewhere with internet connectivity. (The library has it, I may post from there.) So, remember to check back (or better yet blogroll me and you'll see a *new/updated* pop up when I post...I'm such a blogroll beggar, I know) often to see what's cooking on our PCS.

We junked the car today. Drove it to the breakers ourselves, didn't have to pay, just had them fill out the paperwork. We went to the British Post Office afterwards. (I need to drive around Bicester more often it seems, the Brits were staring at the truck constantly, which doesn't normally happen unless they're not used to seeing it around.) Filled out and filed the stupid SORN declaration (means our car is NOT on the UK road system, we're NOT avoiding road tax and MOT...).


I'm STILL waiting on the dipshits from the TV Licensing Office. (Yes, they TAX your TV in the UK!) They want to 'send someone round to check' and see if we have a TV. Having a television means you pay the licensing fees, even if you don't USE it apparently. (Acutally, NOT, they can ONLY charge you if you have a TV that is plugged in and able to recieve UK tv channels. Some Americans don't have to pay because they don't actually get UK channels - not that most UK channels are worth anything. If you ever get stationed here, buy Sky...it's your link back to US programing.) Evidently there are a LOT of tax cheats living in the UK, that or their government is paranoid...take your pick.


I got a bit pissed when we took the kiddos for haircuts yesterday. I sat there reading 'Grazzia' while I waited. In it there was a photo of a US soldier (I'm guessing Army, the DCUs weren't pixilated and there was a backwards flag on the sleve...yeah, yeah, I know WHY the flag is sewn on that way but it's STILL BACKWARDS!) playing with Iraqi children. The 'article' under it was about how children are being used as soldiers in conflicts around the globe and how girls are all sexually abused when forced into 'playing army' for real. Irate does not even begin to cover the depth of my anger at that. The sheer implication that US troops were forcing children to play (there were 2 scarf-wearing women in the background, and the girls were shown dancing and singing), and that they were also raping them had me well beyond seeing red.

The 'article' claims that the most abuse occurs in Africa (shock there, huh?) and that children are in effect made sexual SLAVES of militias, with girls getting far more abused. What this 'article' has to do with showing a US soldier playing with Iraqi girls while WOMEN look on is beyond me but I was sick to my stomach.

I e-mailed the little f*cktards and haven't yet heard a response. I'm not holding my breath for one either...I just wanted to highligh what passes for 'news' here in the UK along with what you normally see in the US MSM. Lying, dirty bastards the whole lot of them!

The history of Memorial Day is almost as colorful and varied as the flowers used to honor the War Dead on this day.

It started during the Civil War, and was originally a day to decorate the graves of the honored dead with flowers to remember their passings, and their great sacrifices for those who honored them. It was ordered into being by Major General John A. Logan, via General Order #11, in 1868.

It was officially dedicated a US holiday by President Johnson in 1966. It is the day we set aside to mourn, remember, and honor our departed heros. Be they fallen in battle under the Stars and Stripes or felled by the unconquerable enemy that is time. It is a solemn day to give thanks for the freedoms all American military men and women have fought to win, and preserve.

So today, during your BBQ, party, or relaxation time, remember to say a word of thanks to those who have served you, and those that are serving you today. They lie at the bottoms of the ocean, at the peaks of high mountains, and in the sleeping and lovely grass of valleys around the globe. They are today in Asia, Africa, Europe, North and South America, Australia and Antarctia. There is no place to which they have not gone, no area to which they will not go to serve their nation and its citizens. They share one common trait, no matter their war or location. They thought highly enough of you, and of America to give that which can never be repaid.

Where ever you may be, what ever you may be doing, please pause for a moment at 3 PM local time. For that one brief, fleeting, 60 seconds long pause, know that you are blessed by the blood they shed for you. And say a simple 'Thank You' for it. Their sacrifices are unnumberable, unnameable, and occuring even as I type. Please take a moment of your time, one minute from your day, and appreciate the breath of freedom that fills your lungs, and those that have ensured it stayed fresh and free.




THANK YOU!!




The Commander:
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.

Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg, or perhaps another sort of inner steel: The soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking.

So, what is a veteran?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She or he is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Parris Island drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is one of the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

Well, on my last post I noticed I hadn't typed anything about the oldest's party. It went off fine. We ran a bit long but the Community Center was open late, so that wasn't a problem.

We didn't get even half of her classmates, but we're in the 3 day Memorial Day weekend, so no complaints. She was stoked though. She got several MY LITTLE PONIES!!!!! OMG, those are "so cool" (when did I raise a Valley Girl???). Four ponies, two playset with 1 pony each, and she's going to town as I type. Even better, she's SHARING (WILLINGLY!!!) this is a giant leap in behaviour for her. Sharing is NOT her strong suit.

All in all a very good party. Not as UBER party as we normally have (we are THE kid's party to get an invite to, we go all out and the entire base knows it - no matter which one's BDay, we ROCK!) but the kiddo was happy, so it's all good! :)


Spent another $90 at Lakenheath's Case Lot today. (Yes, we are still PCSing in 2 weeks time...good thing they let us ship canned and boxed food from here to Italy.) So, all told we've got about $170 worth of grocceries. I did get some stuff for my deployed guys in Iraq too, so we all benefited. Dude, I so love Case Lots! :)


I'll get a good post up on Memorial Day later. I promise, it will be so much better than my usual crap posts.

The rash seems to be breaking. I'm starting to peel at the ears and the red is almost totally gone. My neck still itches like all getout, but I'm doing my best not to scratch. My forehead, nose and the top part of my cheeks have cleared as well. All in all, I'm doing good.


Spent about $90 at our base's Commissary Case Lot. I'm heading up to Lakenheath in about 1/2 and hour to see what they've got up there. That and see if Burger King has a Millinium Falcon for hubby (yes, he wants certain Star Wars toys, and I'm willing to drive 3 hours to get them...). The kiddos would also get new toys. On Friday we ended up with an R2D2 squirter (oldest), a C3PO viewmaster (or CP3O depending on if the middle one is saying it), and a plush Chewbacca for the youngest. Then daddy decided he needed the 'Secret of Vadar' toy...so we went to the other AAFES Burger King in the Felkenhall area (a conglomoration of all 3 bases' names - Feltwell, Lakenheath, Mildenhall) and the manager was kind enough to search the box to get him one (they're 'limited' only about 3 per box of several hundered kids meal toys).

So today I'm after a Millinium Falcon pull toy for hubby (friction 'car'). I actually think the Jabba the Hut squirter is cute...he looks like a cute little green and yellow worm...nothing like the Lei slaver of the orgininal movies.


This is most likely going to be the only post for the day. It's a 6 hour round-trip (if we don't catch heavy traffic) so I'll be gone most of the day. Then we get to do it all over again tommorrow (hair cuts and another Burger King run I can almost guarantee).

Hope y'all have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend. :)

Well, not quite. Just my face, neck, and ears. I've got a few spots here and there on my arms and legs too.

We drove to the hospital at Lakenheath. Doc said it is most likely a virul rash caused by a common skin virus that just 'hangs out' on the skin. He also believed the little bit of sun I've gotten lately (which is tons compared to what the normal British weather is like) had just caused it to mutate into a rash.

He gave me some Benadryl for the itches, and said Calamine Lotion applied directly would help. No need for quarantine. He doubted I was contagious, and said that if I was going to infect people, I'd already done it when the rash broke out.

So the oldest's party is still on...Really bad, I got dropped off at the hospital and they went on to the BX. I finally got over there about 2 1/2 hours later and she acted all concerened..."Are you sick mommy?" Suckered me right in...I told her no, that I wasn't contagious...the first words out of her mouths were "YAY! I can have my party!" So much for caring about mommy. ;)

Well, I'm off to wrap presents and make cupcakes. Have fun y'all.

This will most likely be my only post of 'merrit' today. Hubby is on the way home as I type. He just started a 12 hour-shift and is the NCO for the shift (he's also the only qualified person on shift). Why is he coming home you ask?


I have a rash. It started at my ears, it's red, itchy, burns and has all my hair folicles (sp?) raised up in whelp-like appearance with clear fluid trapped under each one.

I stayed up until 2AM last night, to call an aunt in the States. She's a nurse. From what I described (and photos I e-mailed) she thinks I may have the German Measles.

I've got the rash, but it isn't clearning. My eyes are somewhat red and I haven't been rubbing them. I have a very mild fever (99 - my standard temp is at the top of 97 (no 98.6 here!)). I'm getting a dry mouth (didn't have that last night, but I was drinking much more than usual).

The rash is spreading. When it first appeared 3 days ago it was only on my ears. It is now all over my face, neck, back of my neck and has now spread to small patches on my arms and legs.

I've been stressed like nothing lately that would lead to a lowering of my immunity. According to the information for vaccination online, it's been about 20 years since my last vaccination of MMR.

If it is meales I am contagious. The oldest's party is tomorrow. Can you see what problems this will cause?


To bring you up to speed we had a officer's offical handjob day yesterday (change of command ceremony from a Light Bird to a Full Bird). Today is a USAFE family day (even though school is still in - how are families supposed to spend 'family days' together if they have to go to school or work shift? - a question for another day.) Monday is Memorial Day. Our clinic has been closed since Wednesday. We have two docs on base, and they switch who has the off-duty cellphone. I finally got ahold of the one with the cellphone. I was told I'm not communicable, and to go to base, to the Commissary and buy some Benadryl. I was told this without ANY form of consultation, the doc didn't even want to look at me - and hasn't seen my obvious symptoms. I'm going to Lakenheath's hospital to get a second opinion (I don't trust the British as far as I can throw them as they don't immunize against MMR (Measles, Mumps, Ruebella) and their hygeine standards are horrific).


Hopefully we'll get up there, they'll laugh at me and say "No, it's a really bad skin rash from an allergy". Hope, Hope, HOPE. If not I'll have to cancel the oldest's party (she ain't gonna be happy), and they'll have to miss some school (which ain't gonna make ME happy). Oh well, if y'all can all pray/hope/wish for me I'd really appreciate it.

I'll update on what the Docs say when we get back home.

I just got this in a e-mail and thought it was really funny. Enjoy. :D

If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it!

My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick. My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging. Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my neighborhood!

Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course. I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored life experiences against depreciation?

My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up close. My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather. My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.

It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently. But here's the worst of it--almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter.....my radiator leaks!

Our WWII-era Fighter Pens:




Our WWII-era control tower (now telephone systems - aka the Operator):






Proof our base was at one time important. The Nazis actually bombed us! Since then, it's been sheepfields and quiet. God I wanna hear the roar of a jet!

House Defense Bill Passes, but without any reference to barring women. Could have something to do with a Republican Representative that just happens to be a US military WOMAN veteran. That would be the ONLY US veteran now serving in Congress... (appologies, that should have been House of Representatives) Rep. Heather Wilson, R-N.M. Thank you ma'am, for serving, and continuing to serve those in the military.

The bill does grant 10,000 more troops to the US Army and another 1,000 Marines. [I will make no tounge-in-cheek comments about servies and the numbers needed to strike fear into the enemy. Woops, I just did. ;)] It also provides for a 3.1% pay raise for the military (oh, we're just rolling in the dough now /sarcasm).

The Senate must still pass its own bill, and then the two must be hammered together to make one bill, pass both houses, and then pass Bush.

For everyone out there that thinks the MSM is a bunch of lying hypocrites, or who think they're Messiahs sent from on high to right the wrongs of the 'military industrial complex', take a look at what's actually being seen by the troops on the ground. Then answer a simple question, why weren't ANY of those photos in the news???

Hat Tip to Katy for letting me know this was out there.

Kiddos are fed, and in bed. Hubby is playing with his laptop, so I'm taking stupid quizzes. :)


What Is Your Animal Personality?
brought to you by Quizilla


your ruling planet is venus. Venus is all about
pleasure, especially pleasure shared with
someone else, and this planet concerns itself
with love, romance and harmony in our emotional
attatchments, aswell as marriages and
friendships. You seem to care a lot about your
boyfriend(and having fun with him, wink,
wink)and you more than likely enjoy hanging
around with your friends aswell. You like to
have a good time ad care about people a lot,
just like venus. Venus is happy to spread
happiness and tenderness, just like you. Good
good, just what i like to hear.


a astrology quiz - whats your ruling planet (Girls only)
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Warning Order given by Blackfive. Awaiting further instructions, and our Operation Order.

Media Slander is BORN! I will do my utmost to honor their Statement of Purpose. I request all Milbloggers, and those that blog in support of the US military read, and obey their stated purpose.

Spread the word...accountibility is coming!

I have found my ideal costume! A female gladiator/Roman soldier. I am so sick, I know...


**Pet Peeve Alert!**

Wome did NOT WEAR TOGAS! I don't give a shit what some moron is selling on eBay! Women wore Stola and Palla. Only MEN wore TOGAS!! Ugh, it isn't that damn hard to understand!

Rachel got me, damnit! As soon as you get rid of one of these things another one crops up in it's place. It's like Medusa's hair online lately. (Oh well, they're fun...I just like to bitch.)

On with the Meme Fun!


Song playing now: El Toro Relajo - Selena

Five things I listen to the most: Daym, I can only pick five? Crap, that's hard...
1) Anything by George Strait
2) Anything from Slim Dusty
3) Glen Miller will get me swingin'
4) Kinky Friedman (if he cain't make you laugh, ain't nothin' gonna)
5) There are WAY too many to list here. I've got very eclecic tastes (Alanis, Cher, Britney (don't shoot me!), the Beatles, Shania, Billie Halliday, Ella and Satchmo...so many artists so little time).

I have to put down 10 things I’ve never done? This will be hard.

01) I've never been to any area bordering the Pacific Ocean.
02) I have never done coke, crack, heroin or X. (Dude, what Rach said!)
03) I’ve never killed anyone (just wanted to - hehehe, I've actually pictured doing it...I am SO going to Hell when I die!).
04) I’ve never jumped from a plane or bungee or anything like that (thought I would like to do so, at least once).
05) I've never learned Greek
06) I've never liked to eat liver, giblets, or kidney.
07) I have never been caught for any laws I have broken (except for driving ones - ditto).
08) I have never been in a porn movie.
09) I have never found a raining manual for raising children.
10) I have never had a piercing below the waist (hell, below the earlobe!).

And now I have to tag people?
Thankfully there isn't a number to tag, so I request the co-operation of Her Majesty.

Don't tell the ACLU but a young girl, RAPED and LEFT FOR DEAD wanted to pray to God and say thanks for her rescue. (On second thought, tell 'em, it'd be fun!)

The police are calling her survival and rescue a MIRACLE. Can't say I disagree with it. God and Goddess were watching over that child, and that family. Please keep them in your prayers that she pulls through, she's doing much better than would be expected, but they still need help to get back on the road of life.

Rose, over at GreatGooglyMoogly has tagged me with a meme.

1) Total number of films I own on DVD/video:

According to hubby's rather anal list (color coded, and alphabatized on the computer, and hotsinked with his PDA), we have 1307 titles. That is nowhere near the number of disks we own. Total disks including all the series would place them at about 1400. That's not including pr0n. *Sorry, hubby says adding the disks together would total well over 1700!*

2) The last film I bought:

I don't buy films, hubby does. I can't tell you the last one he bought either. The last one he bought FOR ME was King Arthur.

3) The last film I watched:

Team America World Police

4) Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order):

Schoolhouse Rock; any Scooby Doo movie without Scrappy; Black Adder (a series from the UK, but I watch it often); Nell (first movie hubby and I went to see - our first date); any Kim Possible movie (yeah, I like movie-time with the girls...)

5) Tag 5 people and have them put this in their journal:

Katy (because I like to pester her...she's got tons of free time, what with 3 toddlers and a USA hubby), Lorelie (because I'm sure she'll have some great items to list...hope you feel better soon sweetie), Grunt Doc (because I love sharing with fellow Texans), Texas Best Grok (because he's already got memes with really interesting answers), and Boyd (because you've always got cool technogeek gadgets and your last meme proved how technogeeky you actually are).

Peanut shooter, the object is to flip peanuts at little squirels defending the goal. Finger soccer against the animal kingdom, pretty funny when you hit one of them!
*I really thought Stemily would get a kick out of it. ;)*

Never let anyone tell you our allies don't have senses of humor!

'Kosovo' via the Norwegians.

'Is this the way to Amarillo' spoof from the Brits in Iraq. (I've been dying to see this one, and my God is it worth it!)

I've posted this one before, but the link I had went dead. Here it is again, in all its 'White boy cain't dance' glory. Heaven help us with the new collection of USAF officers...Dancing Roomate

Trick of movement...or maybe not.









Can you see 4 people?








Can you see a word, or  can you see blck and white shapes?  (Supposedly men see shapes and women see the word...)




Do you see a face, or words?  Again, men and women see different things (supposedly, I'm not a guy so I don't know).






Can you find the 5 horses?






The Holy River










Deer in the woods










Ship and Aquaduct





Where does the middle column end?




Rockin' the town





A piece of the puzzle





There are 5 people, can you find them all?

The ACLU uttered those words about school teachers and principals praying! Yes boys and girls, prayer now warrents 'removal from society' according to the ACLU while murderers, rapists, and child abuse all deserve societies protection and undertanding, according to the same group.

Tell me again why the ACLU is a good thing? Are they afraid of someone uttering the word GOD? Seems to be, maybe that's why they support terrorists that want to destroy the US. Do a google of ACLU and Gitmo, it ain't pretty.

TERRORISTS in Iraq claim to have killed a US military pilot.

I want to know, right now...WHERE ARE THE RIOTS in the Muslim world? Where is the outrage at COLDBLODDED MURDER by a bunch of fanatics? < crickets chirpping > I thought so...

What is it with pastors and church members raping children? What kind of 'god' do these people worship that tells them to RAPE CHILDREN?? I really, really hope God has a 'special' place just for them, and I hope they always feel spiritual pain for the rest of eternity (yeah, I know, it's forever).

Louisiana has it right in this case. If convicted, they can get the DEATH PENALTY. One of several crimes that deserve permanent removal from humanity. There is no point to 'life in prison' in the US. It's forcing the victim(s) (if still living) and their family(ies) to pay for the upkeep, health care, education, food, bed, 'job' training, etc of the monster that commited the crime.

If convicted, do to them what they did to those children. There is not claim of 'cruel and unusual' if the perpetrator didn't give a shit about their victim(s). Why should society at large give a crap about human excrement that preys on the most vulnerable members of society?

This is the dumbest 'game' I've ever seen online, and yet I can't help myself. Go have a go with the Crazy Rabbit. Pretty cool if you throw him against the wall, but I'm not nice...


In one of the most bizzare 'personality' tests I've seen in some time, you need to draw a pig. Pretty cool, and relatively close to my personality, as seen by me of course. Have fun, and more is better. ;)


Now, go play. I've gotta go check on J & RG's dog.

Okay, I can read a stock page, but what the F*CK is Blogshares, and why am I listed there??? Seriously, why are there 'values' in $$ listed? I really don't get this site.

I've earned some down time dammit! I've cleaned both bathrooms upstairs, the entire stairs (damn children and their handprints! and crayons/markers/pens/pencils!...yeah I love 'em but JEES!), the living room, the dining room, and the hall, and I've made lunch. I've also had one hell of a fight with hubby (porn and Clive were involved...his part and mine respectively) during which I got very angry and cleaned even more! So, now I'm going to take some dumb tests and post the answers for you...maybe I should make this a regular 'feature'...Nah, I'll just post them whenever they strike my fancy. I have to keep you all on your toes... ;)


Your wise quote is: "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months" by Oscar Wilde. You are a very sarcastic person with a sharp tongue. You may not be the one always talking, but your mind is nevertheless critizing. You tend to have a cynical view on life itself and be somewhat withdrawn with who you really are. Society now is in your eyes corrupted and you wonder how the world will survive. And people are in your mind very ignorant and blind to the reality.


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You are a secretive princess. You were born into a gilded cage. You hated the rules and restrictions about walking daintily, eating neatly and always having to look good. You hated the cameras always flashing in your face and therefore you hide your true self, behind plain clothes. But your beauty is still stunning. Due to the way you continually hide yourself from the life of rules, you are a natural rebel. Independence is your strongest point - you may care for others, and even depend on them...but when it comes right down to it, the only one you need is yourself. You have a strong sense of who and what you are, no one can control your heart or mind, or even really influence your thinking. You have a very serious mind - never acting immature and harbouring a superior disgust of those who do.


Which proud princess are you? (Dazzling pics and detailed results!)
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The Goddess of Ice and Hope. You are a creative wonder. Always calm and collected, you hold the awe of many people and you are exceptionally logical. You are an inspirational beauty.


Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!)
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One Step Ahead You are 84% likely to survive the end of the world.

You're alive, with minimal effects from whatever disaster struck. You're in good health, with moderate supplies, have a plan, and maybe a few other survivors with you to help out with manual labor. Congrats, you're gonna do just fine when all hell breaks loose.

Johnny #5 You scored 95 nostalgia points!

You cling and clang, but get things done. Things may not always work out, and hey, you don't always fit in. But when you're just so cute and charming, everyone still loves ya! Perhaps you may surprise us all with an act of heroism when we least suspect it.

Sex Kitten You scored 40% bitchiness, 80% sexual drive, 35% cleanliness, and 70% self confidence!

You are a total sex kitten, or stud if you're a male. You like to go on lots and lots of dates, preferably steaming hot dates, and you know how to work your mojo pretty damn expertly. Anyone who gets you in bed is one lucky (and very satisfied) customer. Only problem is you may border on sex addiction- sorry but it's true!

NY Times Democracy Your nation's freedom (61% overall): 52% civil rights, 61% economy, and 70% political.

New York Times Democracy Civil Rights: Average Economy: Average Political Freedoms: Above average

I think I may have found my ideal 'club'. Nova Roma!

I am a Romanophile, and I have strong paganic leanings. The glory and power that was Rome is the height of civilization to me. I've found my ideal birthday present! I want to become a citizen of Nova Roma! I would of course have to keep my Texan citizenship, even rebuilding Rome isn't that important to me. (Yes y'all, I am THAT WIERD, I want to be a Texan Abroad in the Roman Empire!! Heaven help us all if they ever invent a time machine...)

(Told hubby that I want to join this group and his eyes just about rolled right out the back of his head, he hates my wierd attachment to Rome.)

If we're in Italy during August (ie can't get leave) I'm gonna beg to go to Rome! I want to go to their conferance, I want to touch and taste Rome! (I am SO looking forward to 4 years in Italy, can you tell?)

If anyone wants to come for a visit, I'm all up for ruin trekking, and re-enactment watching (hubby requires I have a 'chaperone' because I love Rome so much, anyone wanna volunteer?)! I've even got some Roman cookbooks to be able to make a great Roman feast...well I will have when we get our stuff back in Italy.


Vivat, crescat, floreat!

What is up with the 'news'? Kylie Minogue has CANCER! OH GOD HOW WE MUST WEEP FOR HER LOSS! HOW THIS DIAGNOSIS IS SUCH A THREAT TO HUMANIY!

Why is it the MILLIONS of women around the globe don't matter except for a rich bitch from Australia? She's trotted out as this great heroine fighting the 'good fight' and out come the 'donate to help save kylie' signs and sales all over the internet. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT?

The woman can afford the best doctors, the best health care workers and drugs. Why the hell should I donate the 'help kylie' battle cancer? What about all those other women that suffer (and men) with breast cancer every day? They're evidently shit where the health and wellness folks are concerned.

Big FUCKING deal that a very rich, very spoilt, Australian singer has cancer! I'd rather donate to help those IN NEED that a spoilt little brat that travels the world and then asks for you prayers and understanding for her 'difficult' time. There are single mothers dying from Breast Cancer than don't get all these funds set up; there are countless daughters, grandmothers, aunts, best friends, cousins, and loves and to me they're more important than Kylie will EVER be!

So, to all those 'news' folks out there, SHOVE YOUR KYLIE WHIGNES STORIES! I don't care, I'm not buying your shit to support her, and her doctors can be paid for out of her own damn deep pockets! Just because some 'famous' person gets sick doesn't mean I'm going to care about them because they're billed as more important than every other suffering human on the globe. I find it highly offensive that the MSM still sells this shit, and that some people actually buy that Kylie having Cancer is more deserving that all those un-named, unknown sufferers everywhere.

Went to the Consulate yesterday. Got our VISA paperwork started. (We didn't need even a 1/4 of the paperwork the 'Community Advisor' from base said we would!)

There is one problem. We can't find our US passports...the Official Government ISSUED PASSPORTS! Hubby turned in the papers, couldn't understand the Italian lady (and he was suffering some massive allergy attack...started right after we got in the office, didn't stop for the rest of the day...Not a good sign for PCSing to this country), and thus I started talking to her, and got the paperwork stack back. I just put them back in the folder, didn't check for what was or wasn't there...Well, got home and NO PASSPORTS!

Call the folks today, and you get the standard Italian/English intro message (call this person at this number from this time to this time for this service). They're supposed to do VISAs calls from 1p-4p M-F...call back at about 3:15 this afternoon, and NOPE! They closed at 3pm and won't re-open until Monday morning! And GOD FORBID you try to ask the person that answered the phone for help..."I don't work in the VISA section ma'am" is the response I got. Oh so helpful...NOT!

My Italian is better than I thought though. I was perfectly capable of jotting down the intro message numbers and services in Italian! This is a good sign.


Learned that the Italian Consulate lady is FAR more helpful than our Sponsor. She gave me a stack of 8 different books about Italy, broken down by region and interest (food, camping, spas, etc.). From the food and wine one we should be happy during our stay. Hubby loves seafood and that's plentiful in the region, and beans are a major food item. There's also a distictive Austrian/German food connection too. I'm not so sure of the soup made with Sauerkraut (iota - pardon me, beans AND Sauerkraut). We seem to be heading to a stradling area, with Greek, Jewish, German, Austrian, Slav and Venecian flavors all mixed together. Melting pot gets a whole new meaning!

I do seriously look forward to the Prosciutto Ham. (Never tell Hubby in Italian that we're moving to "Fruili-Venezia-Guilia" home of Prosciutto Ham, he gets pissy because you're 'speaking Italian'. He is the man that "volunteered" to 'learn' British. ;) ) Ah well, maps and languages, I'm a freak I know! I can say I'm pretty much salivating at the pictures in this book though. I can't wait to get to dig into the real stuff! (Yes, if you want dinner reservations you MUST pay your OWN way! And book in advance.)

I'll be a happy drunkard by the looks of it. They make this wonderful stuff called Riesling, which is one of my favorite wines. Plus, they make this heavenly stuff we've got in the fridge that gets bought out by the caseload! (I got a bottle for Mother's Day, after AAFES had unloaded 3 cases there were only 2 bottles left at 6pm when hubby got i