Thursday Thoughts on Veteran's Day

It's difficult to imagine how a Benji pic and Veteran's Day could possibly go together, but the point I'd like to make is that all young men and women, everywhere around the world, should be able to lounge naked on a tropical island without fear that the island will be invaded or that he or she will be called upon to lay down their life for their country. I greatly appreciate all that our veterans have done for us, but wish even more that their sacrifice hadn't been necessary.

If we are ever to grow--or even survive--as a species, a spirit of cooperation is essential. Think of all the money and energy spent on war and all the lives that have been lost over the centuries. That spirit of cooperation must begin on a personal level, or our governments have no hope of keeping the peace.

Sure, everyone gets angry from time to time, but while retaliation for personal animosity is something I may occasionally consider, it only causes more pain. And pain is something I don't care to inflict upon anyone. Unfortunately there are people in this world who find joy in causing as much pain as they possibly can, which is why we have so many veterans. Until those people can find a way to rise above their hatred, there will probably be quite a few more. Sad, but true...

Okay, now that I've climbed down from my pacifist soapbox, I'd just like to say that Benji is still the hottest little critter most of us will ever see.

Who wants to volunteer to dust off his backside???

Ana! Stop fainting and get your buns inspecting gloves on! We're counting on you, girl!!!!

A day in the life.....

It is now 6:30 PM on Monday night and there are two scans running on my computer which is slowing everything down. It's a wonder the damn thing doesn't crash, but I digress. . . .

I have a stray horse in my yard. Most people have stray dogs, but I pick up strays of every kind, so it's not surprising that I would have one of the equine variety. Actually, she's visited us before, so I know where she belongs, I just don't have the time or the inclination to take her home. My DH is gone to his financial planning class and people are calling to find out if it's too late to turn in their Boy Scout pizza orders. I have no idea, but I have to finish Hero tonight because I won't have time to work on it again before it's due on Wednesday. I worked last night and got up early to add a couple of things. In the process, I screwed up my Microsoft Office Word's capability to turn this: -- into a nice, smooth dash. I was literally pulling my hair out, just like Trag does.

I finally gave up and went to the barn, discovered the stray, decided not to do anything about her (she's doing just fine out there grazing in the part of the yard we call No Man's Land) then I came back and figured out how to fix the dash problem. Then I fixed and ate dinner, trying to avoid fat and carbs (which is really hard to do). I left the dishes in the sink because the dishes from yesterday aren't dry yet. Sam thinks we need to clean the house tonight and told me I should vacuum, but he's not going to clean the bathroom until tomorrow. Now, I ask you, IS THIS FAIR???



I need to write this and several other blogs because I'm going to that INRWA retreat this weekend and I don't know if I'll be able to blog from there. I'm on WR on Sunday and Casa Authors on Saturday. I have no idea what to write about, but Donna sent me some great pictures of Cody Cummings doing what he does best (showing off his dick). Too bad I can't use them on those blogs.

One of them is him in a police uniform. My question is: Where was he when my car got smashed? If he had been the one to respond to my call and write up the report, I would have felt so much better about the whole thing. As it is, I'm still driving the truck and I took the car in a week ago. I got the check from the insurance company for that little hit and run fender bender today, which will cost $1500, of which I have to pay $500. Right now, all I really want to do is get drunk and watch Casablanca, but I have to write.

I know what you're thinking, and you're absolutely right: these are minor, piddly-shit details that are a part of everyone's life. But this is what happens when you have a deadline. The shit literally hits the fan. Or maybe it just seems that way.

And I just remembered that it's Veteran's Day and I don't have anything patriotic to post.
No, wait, I have him here somewhere. . . .

Ahhhh. . . . There he is!




That's MUCH better!



Happy Veteran's Day!