For all those who wanted me to blog these last few months, I just wanted to spare you the details, but you insisted. So here you are:

Absent boyfriend in war zone, running on three months and have three months more to go. Email doesn't work half the time and have talked to him twice since, two months ago.

Knee surgery and recuperation (aka daily hobbling pain--yes those are bruises to my ankles and elephantesque swelling. It took about two months for those to go away).


Physical therapy twice a week since January so that they can see just how much my knee hurts me.

Working and working and working, because it's my drug of choice.

Horrible idiots. At work and at play. You wonder why people shoot people.

Wedding by myself drunk.

Wedding by myself drunk.

Baby shower.

Allergies.

Demon dog. Dog that never sleeps. Dog that loves me.


What I have to look forward to:

3 hour long class on joint maritime operations. yay. Let's talk about Midway.

Bridal shower planned with bridezilla who happens NOT to be the bride.

Wedding by myself drunk.

Wedding by myself drunk.

Money funnelling far far away from me.

Working and working and working to get more money to get funnelled away.

Hopes for a debilitating accident so I can have another "vacation."

This is me.


Actually, it's how I feel I should look...grizzled and dazed, like a reclusive Russian math genius who turns down $100 million after figuring out how to prove that a donut can be morphed into a sphere without ripping it. Highly technical stuff, very profound, useless to a majority of the earth. And after this last month of running around to find out that I, a smidge of DOD, and too many lawyers, believe to be so important. But it's not. Not really. But it makes me feel so good, like bruise-poking, slapping-mosquito bites kind of good.

Nothing lifts me from blog silence like this:

George Allen Working that Stump with Racial Slurs

This man is a complete idiot. I've always held him in contempt, even more contempt than our current POTUS. And I am one of those "Southern Virginians"--who tried with all my might to keep him off the political scene, campaigning against him when he ran for governor, and disliking him as a Virginia delegate. And now the stupid masses have put him as Senator and he's revealed himself as the blatant racist red-faced countryboy jackass that he is.