Memorial Day, 2013

In honor of Memorial Day I’ve decided to work a double shift.  Nothing says I am honored to have men and women willing to fight and die for my freedom to complain about their bosses without being shot, like working 16 hours straight on 5 hours of sleep.

Of course, it’s all automatic time and a half because it’s a holiday.

So to share in my personal good tidings, on such a morbid day to honor the deaths of those in our armed forces…I’ve got some funny pictures and a cute anecdote.  First the pictures…

Unfortunately this seems to be the case in ‘Murica.

Where can I get gas for $1.64?

Future Repulbicans! Gotta love the li’l rascals!

 

 

 

 

Me: Nope…well except during funerals.  And we save it all up for those.  You ever seen Marine at a buddy’s funeral?  We lose our shit and are totally inconsolable!  Tears, snot…we’re on our knees, in the rain…shit we don’t care.  We love it when it rains during one of our funerals.

Girl: Why?

Me: Harder to see the tears dripping from our chins.

 

Well, that’s enough from me.  Back to not actually doing any work and getting paid for it…

~RCS

Yup…sounds about right for me.

Decorated Anti-Christ…mas.

Kind of short (and a day and a half late, sorry) so I’ll give you a story about my Christmas Decorating prowess.  Now first let me take notice that I don’t celebrate Christmas.  I exchange gifts with people, because they get me gifts and I won’t let them give me one unless I give them something in return.  Believe me; I would prefer to not exchange gifts…I rarely get anything I want or can use from my fiancé’s grandparents, my own grandparents, or even much of my own extended family.

Add onto that the fact that I never get any leads on what they really want for themselves, I always just get a sheepish giggle and a shrug, “I dunno…what do ya wanna get me?”

I want to get you a hammer which snaps back and hits you in the face every time you swing it!

So needless to say, I never decorate for Christmas.  When I lived with my father we would put up a ‘tree’ the day after Thanksgiving.  It was a 4 inch tall ceramic tree that was painted to look like it was decorated with ornaments.

Now that I live elsewhere, I do even less.  My fiancé has talked about getting a tree, maybe some lights, and all of that fancy unnecessary stuff.  My reply to her was to remind her that I’d be the one putting them up and arranging them…

I rest my case.

~RCS