Naked Observations

I taught someone to play chess yesterday and I lost the first game she ever played. I am not bothered that I lost, in a way I have always believed that the only way to help someone learn to enjoy the things you do is to let them know how it feels to win. It wasn’t as though I didn’t have repeated chances to wipe her off the board. (I did however slowly but surely take away all of her power pieces, I left her with two pawns and a knight.) I have mentioned in the past that after I get out of the Army I am going to pursue my teaching certificate. Yesterday was one of those days that gave me an insight to how much I enjoy teaching anyone something new. Although teachers rarely receive the credit and thanks they deserve I honestly think it is something I could do for the rest of my life.
Today was one of those weather days that makes you wish you could curl up in a blanket with a good book and a hot cup of coco with marshmallows. It was gloomy all day long and you could see the sand storm heading our way for the better part of the day. Thankfully it wasn’t too terribly hot. The weird thing was that no sooner had the sand storm finally reached us that it started to rain at the same time. I truly dislike the mud rain. It makes everything look dirty and is just murder on my M - 16. Right before the sandstorm hit P-dale and I had decided to fuel up our vehicle... (Mind you there was an awesome lightning storm going on and most fuel points close if there is even a chance of lighting.) As we were waiting our turn I decided to get out and talk to the attendants to make sure they were going to continue to fuel even with the lightning at that moment the brunt of the sandstorm hit us full gale. Were talking 50 knot winds (like sixty some odd miles an hour) and a wall of sand. Luckily I was out in the open with nothing to hide behind and was pelted first head on (and then I had the good sense to put my back to the storm.) Thankfully my shift ended a couple of hours later and I was able to hide under the hot water for 45 minutes. Shower Good. Speaking of showers I had an odd experience in the shower this morning. (Every one of you should be ashamed of yourselves for finding that funny at all.) As I myself have wanted a tattoo for a long time (since I was 17, but it turns out they hurt a lot and honestly I’ve never been into that pain thing that so many my age seem to delve into.) I tend to notice other peoples tattoos (and for some of the more ridiculous ones I mock them at a more appropriate time.) This morning as I was drying off I noticed Toothpick has my name tattooed on his shoulder blades. As you can imagine this is a slightly disturbing observation when your in a small enclosed space and surrounded by 6 other naked men. (For those of you who don’t remember Toothpick and I share our surnames, or last names if you prefer.) I kind of just stood there staring at his back. Which I’m sure made him feel just as awkward as I did. So in a louder than completely necessary voice I asked “Hey uh, why do you have my name tattooed on your back.” Everyone else in the shower did that laugh a guy does when he finds himself in an uncomfortable situation that he has no hope of escaping from. (Like the “Is she prettier than me questions or the would you fall in love with someone else if I died questions. Or when a girl they really like takes them unwittingly into a gay bar.) I am such a tool. Have you ever had an opinion based on what you were told was fact, only come to find out that you barely had half the story? Never fear, no cannon fodder here!

Riddle Me This>>>
Answer to previous riddle:
A Human Being who crawls on hands and knees in babyhood, walks in two legs during Adulthood. And who uses a cane in old age
Give yourself a pat on the back if you got that one... (Grams and Gramps especially!)

And Today’s riddle is...
No sooner spoken than broken, what is it?


Random Quote of the Blog:
What a tangled web we weave, when first we seek to decieve.

And The Countdown Continues...
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