525,600 Minutes In A Year...

I find myself caught between a rock and a hard place. In more ways than one. A couple of my female soldier friends are making choices that not only do I think are unwise, I pretty much think that nothing good can come from these choices. Now I don’t for one second think that I am better than any of these girls. It just seems to me that it is easier to fight temptations and avoid the unnecessary drama that will undoubtedly follow these choices, than say give into these carnal desires and deal with all the what ifs that are sure to surface. I think that is all I have to say on that subject, I fear if I allow myself to rant any further I might start spouting Bible verses. And trust me we don’t want that. Another example of my precarious position, is my issue with certain leaders and rules or guidelines they enforce. For example every day (I will get to that particular gripe in a moment) We are out in the hot sun in hotter military vehicles (only one of which has air-conditioning) Wearing all of our protective armor. I have decided in my great wisdom. (Absorb the sarcasm) That my kevlar helmet is not necessary. I do however continue to wear the other armor that I was issued. Now here is the rub the other soldiers I work with have decided they don’t need to wear any of the armor. My problem is how do I correct the others when I myself am in the wrong as well??? What ever, I am kind of excited my neighbor gave me a word processor program today. It isn’t the one I would have preferred but I can manipulate it to do what I need which is very handy indeed. So the everyday gripe that I eluded to earlier is this, due to certain soldiers taking leave and the fact that we have recently taken over our entire section of my new detail, there have been some scheduling problems and some how true to form I have found the short end of the proverbial stick. Tomorrow will be my fourth day straight (keep in mind these are 13 hour days) and I am on the schedule for the day after as well. In all honesty I really don’t mind having to work. I think my biggest complaint is that this whole schedule setup could be very simple, but one particular Staff Sgt. Is doing his very best to make it as complicated as possible. He has a My Way is the only way attitude. With no highway option. And he refuses to listen to reason. As I tried explaining to someone earlier today, if we were back in Ft Lewis we would be working 5 days straight (granted it would be considerably less hours but that really isn’t the point.) Anyway I’m whining so I’m gonna cut this short... I do want to mention the fact that I walked from the shower to my trailer in nothing but my very bright SPIDER-MAN boxers this morning. I don’t really know why I did it (The shower is about a football field length from my trailer) I do know it was very liberating... I am going to choose my following words carefully, does anyone see the irony in Spider-Man boxers? Let me put it this way most men choose boxers over briefs because of a certain freedom they afford the wearer, to be cheeky I would say the ability to SWING free.. Puns are fun.... If you haven’t at least cracked a smile by this point you might want to see a doctor about upping the prescription on your uppers...grin


Random Broadway Musical Turned Feature Film That You Must See:
RENT! Stop what ever you are doing right now and go rent it or buy it or download it illegally ( No wait don’t do that last one.) How ever you acquire it you must watch it. It is very good... I watched it last night and have had most of the songs stuck in my head for most of the day. ....... Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes..... Five Hundred twenty Five thousand moments ... Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure a year in the life????