Thursday, July 26, 2007

Shit! Which direction am I facing and will my car start?

Was the thought that was running through my head after I hydroplaned on the freeway, hit the concrete median nearly head-on at 60 mph, then spun 360 degrees... Yeah, it's true that your life flashes before your eyes when you think you are going to die... But lucky for me, VWs are very safe cars and I wasn't hurt, other than a sore neck. Needless to say, that was not the way I wanted to start my weekend with Will...

Luckily, they can repair the car to factory specs, and I won't have to give up my little Turbo Diesel... The poor gas mileage that my Hundyai rental gets is killing me! 410 miles out of a 20 gallon tank vs. 450 miles out of a 13 gallon tank. You do the math, it sucks!

That is really all the excitement I can handle for awhile...

66H out...

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Thank you so much to those that are serving, or that have served...

You don't have to support the war to support our troops.... Read this, and don't forget about all our men and women over there.

You stay up for 16 hours.
He stays up for days on end.

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.

You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.

You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.

You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.

You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.

You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.

You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.

You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.

You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.

You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.

A little food for thought today... Thinking of you Jim, Dan, Jay, Josh and Andy...