Sunday, April 09, 2006

Nothing Nice To Say.

So after three weeks of getting nothing but the run around I finally received a straight answer about my leave. I will be in Hawaii the first two weeks of June. Wahoo!!! So now I have something like a thousand different things to get ready. I have to make my reservations. And I have to decide whether or not I am going to rent a vehicle. (And the more I think about it, the more I realize I am totally going to rent a car.) I managed to finagle a day off today and the Mexican and I did a little bit of running around. I bought a couple of new shows. ( My Name is Earl, and Ghost Whisperer) And I bought a nifty little pelican case for my laptop. The worst part about the last couple of days has been that it has steadily gotten hotter every day. It is so completely ridiculous every day. I am literally beginning to melt. One day I just might be the sexiest man alive. Grin.

In a completely different line of thought I am going to establish a rule that goes into effect as of right now. The comment section of this blog is not meant for snide remarks. I truly enjoy each and every one of your comments. What I do not enjoy is the “mud puddle” type of comments that have nothing to do with this blog. There is an age old saying if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all. I am pretty sure that my mother, as well as many other people have said it to me more times than I can count. It does seem to be one of those lessons that we are constantly forced to implement in the Army. Although usually it’s if you can’t say anything with out pissing someone off, don’t say anything at all... grin... hmm maybe I shouldn’t talk as often as I do... grin
And as I write that I have decided to say just a little more… Ahem, Mr. Brooks let me give you a small glimpse into my psyche; When you imply that the time you spent with my mother was inconsequential, I get all butt hurt. Let me spell it out for you…. I am a direct result of that smile and wink… or mud puddle as you so eloquently put it previously. And to be honest it just really isn’t smart to aggravate the writer in his own pages. Because I promise you, I know enough about you and yours to make any rude comments you have made previously seem like gnats in the world of flying insects. I have never asked for a thing from you, I did not ask to intrude on your life almost 17 years ago. And I am not the reason we have only spoken in person once in the past twelve years. I am truly very happy that you read my blog, I hope that you, like everyone else finds humor in what could other wise be a miserable situation. All I ask is that you don’t use these imaginary pages as your own personal soap box with which to throw your verbal stones. (That privilege is reserved for me alone. Grin) I would however like to thank you for correcting my Billy Idol/Bon Jovi confusion and thank you for the lyrics.
I apologize if I have bored any of you with this little rant. Some things are just better when they are in black and white.

Random Count Down Sequence
The official countdown until I am officially on leave is starting today...

47 Days and Counting until I touch down in Hawaii .

5 comments:

Gram & Gramps said...

Our calendar is marked for the countdown!!!! Do you have an actual arrival date yet??? Questions, questions, questions!!!!

Big article in The Honolulu Advertiser today about your home base on your first deployment and where you are now. We will save it for you to see when you get here---but you can probably look it up on the net-----The Honolulu Advertiser.com

Love you so much.

Gram & Gramps

the old man said...

heres the full address for the honolulu advertiser

http://www.thehonoluluadvertiser.com/apps/pbcs.dll/frontpage

bill hull said...

thank you for putting mr brooks in his place, after all this is your blog. i read your blog each and every day, it has brought smiles to me. i have a great deal of respect for you. as i drive down the highway you are always in my thoughts and prayers. i hope you have a great time on your leave. love ya dude. bill

mom said...

here,here

Mr. Brooks said...

The "mud puddle" was the relationship your mother and I had.
I would never refer to you in a derogatory manner and you should know that. When you are ready to talk (therapy) about these matters that affect you so much you know my email address. You are always bringing up quotes in movies, here is one for you "The Truth? You can't handle the truth!"