Stand Up & Salute!

on June 14, 2007

Today is Flag Day. And I bet you just slapped yourself in the forehead and said “I didn’t know that!” Well, now you do. So sit up a little straighter while you read this. It’s important.

June 14, 1777 the Stars and Stripes was officially adopted as the flag of the United States of America. In 1885 a schoolteacher from Wisconsin, BJ Cigrand, arranged for her students to observe the day as the Flag Birthday. The idea had legs as they say and over the next 30 years more and more schools and civic groups followed suit. However, it wasn’t until May 30, 1916 that President Woodrow Wilson officially established the day as Flag Day and it took until August 3, 1949 for the day to become an official Federal Holiday.

All of this information and much more can be found at http://www.usflag.org/history/flagday.html if you’re interested. I especially like this quote from Franklin K. Lane delivered at a Flag Day event in 1914, “I am what you make me; nothing more. I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, a symbol of yourself.”

At this moment, men and women are fighting all over the world for all the things the Stars and Stripes stands for. For us. And many of them are dying. Right this minute. So all I ask is that you take a second to think about and appreciate our past, our future and most importantly our present. And maybe take a second to send up a prayer for the ones lost, the ones fighting and the ones that will carry on the fight for many years to come.
If you have lost anyone to the fight be it 60 years or 6 months ago, feel free to post a message in memoriam. It’s important we never forget. If you have ever worn the uniform, I thank you for all you’ve done.


on June 12, 2007

I know you’ve been asking yourself this. And you should be ashamed for using such foul language. No fucking couth I tell you. CRS stands for Can’t Remember Shit. It is fast becoming my greatest affliction. In fact, it has moved beyond worrisome to downright problematic.

When I was in HS I never had to study. I graduated as a member of the National Honor Society in the top 15% in my class. And I never studied. I had a photographic memory to the point where I could close my eyes during a test and see my notes as clear as if they were printed on the back of my eyelids. I still had this ability when I started college. But that’s when I met Mr. Coors and my downfall began.

Yes, I am living proof that alcohol does burn your brain cells. And no, they do not come back. I used to hear a phone number once and remember it for years. Now I have a work number, cell number and home number but I struggle to recall them when asked. The numbers of everyone I call are saved in my cell phone under contacts and if I were asked to give you any of their numbers without looking you would get little more than the chuckle provided by the blank look on my face.

It used to be only my short term memory that was affected. No more. This point is driven home to me every time my friends and I discuss romance novels which we do quite frequently. I have been reading romance novels for approximately 23 years. Most of them take up a great deal of room in my house. However, I cannot remember anything about them. Not the names of the characters, the premise of the story, the major conflict, not even the black moment that I’m sure is very memorable in all of them. Just not memorable enough for my three remaining brain cells to retain.

Now you know my affliction. Do you suffer with me? (Feel free to lie to make me feel better) Do you have a cure for CRS? I have my doubts I can ever be cured but you better believe I’m getting some Ginko ASAP. Now if I can only remember to take it…

I never could run very fast…

on June 11, 2007

I have been contemplating starting my own blog for some time. After all, everyone I know has one. And goodness knows I spend enough time on theirs to give me some kind of blog cred at this point. But I have so many things on my plate I just kept putting it off. The fact that I’m a master procrastinator probably helped.

But no longer. I have been tagged (and not in that good way) and therefore thrust into finally putting on my big girl pants (or pull up) and diving in. So without further ado, here are the rules:

1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

2.People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Here are my eight random facts. Enjoy!

1. I am attempting to write a book but in all honesty I have no freakin’ idea what I’m doing and I highly doubt all the money I am spending to figure out what I’m doing will all be for naught.

2. I will be 36 this year and admit it’s freaking me out to get closer to 40.

3. Here’s the TMI fact: I have a large mole above my hairline. Not that hairline…

4. I am not nearly as smart and witty as some people think I am but I am smarter and wittier than some give me credit for.

5. I would have my upper arms lypod (sp?) in a heartbeat.

6. My hair is not naturally red. Big shocker I know…

7. I once stood up Cledus T. Judd by going home instead of going out drinking.

8. One of my favorite foods in the world is raw hot dogs.

Whew! That was hard. My 8 people are: Fran, Maggie, Tessa, Kelly, Tiff, Santa, Deborah, and Christie.