Baby Bathtub, or Baby Blender

Ya, this is funny in so many ways. I was laughing so hard... it is pretty fucked up though. It is real, I guess its from Europe, and they are trying to bring it out here. All I gotta say is Hell no

Ah ya

Rich called me this morning, 330 am... lol... he is reenlisting in the army. We have been going through this for about 2 months, not knowing what was going on. He is getting stationed at Fort Carson :) yay! I am very happy...
I am going out Sat night, celebrations must occur!

A different Christmas Poem

This made me cry of course lol :) I thought I would share

A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment or so it would seem, so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.‘What are you doing?’ I asked without fear, come in this moment. ‘It’s freezing out here!’ ‘Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, you should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!’
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light then he sighed and he said ‘It’s really all right, I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.’‘It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.’‘My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December,’ then he sighed, ‘that’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.’‘My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Nam, and now it is my turn and so, here I am.’‘I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.’
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, the red, white, and blue... an American flag.‘I can live through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and my home.’‘I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.’‘I can carry the weight of killing another, or lay down my life with my sister and brother, who stand at the front against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.’
‘So go back inside’, he said, ‘harbor no fright, your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.’
‘But isn’t there something I can do, at the least, ‘Give you money,’ I asked, ‘or prepare you a feast?’ ‘It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, for being away from your wife and your son.’ Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, ‘Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you, as you mattered to us.’

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN30 t h Naval Construction Regiment OIC, Logistics Cell One Al Taqqadum , Iraq.

Things that piss me off

Just a few...
It seems that in order to try to win anything these days we have to go to the website and sign up. I hate that shit. Fill out a damn survey, give them your info, and hope to win. I liked the days of looking in the box to see if you won, or under the cap... not having to type in numbers everywhere. bullshit...

Bright ass lights from hell on peoples cars...
Driving on the street, when the moon is new, and here comes the fucking giant truck of doom behind you blazing the sun into your mirrors. They always manage to hit all the mirrors and reflect the torture right into my eyes. What the hell is up with the blueish lights too.. the yellow ones are bright enough now I have even better high powered blue light flooding in. Man that shit pisses me off.