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A lovely redhead for ya’
Don’t click if you don’t want to be offended. Heck, if you want to be offended just read some of my stuff…
Technorati: Wordless Wednesday
I am on vacation this week and provided I didn’t miss my flight Sunday I am at home now (yeah, I scheduled this prior to leaving town).
This is just the hint of a Tramp Stamp, leaving what it is to your imagination. No need for the extended entry this week as it’s PG material. What do you think this thing is peeking out of her butt?
Technorati: Tramp Stamp Tuesday
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As I mentioned yesterday, I am currently in the Bahamas. Hopefully on the beach and half drunk next to the beautiful wife. I hope you are all enjoying the weekend as much as I am and will see you folks in a couple of days if they can drag my ass back on the airplane.
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I should be in Nassau right now vacating so anything getting posted most likely will have been scheduled ahead of time. Please feel free to post some interesting links for everyone!
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Today is the first day of my vacation and hopefully by this time tomorrow afternoon I will be on the beach in the Bahamas looking at the real thing.
Oh by the way, Happy Valentine’s Day, here’s a twofer.
Also by the way, NSFW (as if anything with THONG in the title would be considered safe)…
🙂
Have I told you lately what a self-centered selfish bastard I am?
No?
hmm.
My phone rang about a quarter ’till twelve last night and I checked the caller-id. It was one of my waitresses. I ignored it, figuring if it was something important they would call the manager. Ten minutes later the phone rang again and it was the store where she works (the first one was from her cell phone). I ignored that one as well.
I’m on vacation dammit!
So I check my voice mail. The waitress is blabbering about a cop being in the store with one of my bank deposits. My manager had had some sort of accident and they needed to turn the money over.
I lay there for a couple of minutes.
I could either call and take care of the problem and most likely have my vacation canceled on me or just let them continue calling up the food chain of command. Someone else could handle it.
I’m on fucking vacation.
So I call the store and end up speaking with the officer from the Carroll County Sheriff’s Department. My manager had been on the way home last night from handling shift change with her three boys in the car when a drunk driver hit her head on. I got dressed, cursing drunk bastards the entire time
Her boys are all OK and they life-flighted her to Grady hospital. The cop seemed to think she would be OK but she had broken both of her legs and her pelvis. He didn’t seem to think that the drunk driver was going to survive and said that if you had looked at the collision you wouldn’t think anyone could. She got lucky I guess.
I got to the store shortly after midnight and took care of the money and then drove down to Grady hospital, which is about forty minutes away, after speaking to my boss. I let him know what had happened and told him that I would most likely be late this morning but to call me and let me know what to do. He told me they would be fine for the week and to go ahead and stay on vacation. I made sure he repeated it again.
I never made it to the hospital last night. I know (or at least used to) how to get to Grady from the north side of town but have never driven there from the south and didn’t see any signs so I drove a couple exits past and turned around to get off at the correct one. Once I got off I ended up making a right and got fucking lost. I drove around and saw it above other buildings several times but never could make it to the hospital. Courtland, Harris, Piedmont Avenue. Fuck. It’s right there but I couldn’t find the fucking building or parking area themselves. Bear in mind that I had been up almost 24 hours by then and I moved out of Atlanta nineteen years ago. Three cars is heavy traffic for me. Somehow I ended up finding 85 south again and went the fuck home.
I have to take Riley to the vet this morning and then I will drive back downtown to find the hospital in the daylight after a quick stop at Google Maps. I feel dumb as hell sometimes. Heck, there wasn’t even a cop to be found to get directions from.
“His platoon leaders described him as the type of soldier every leader wants: A very talented, dedicated soldier, who did everything that was asked of him.” That’s what Lt. Col. Greg Butts, commander of the Army’s 2nd Battalion, 506th Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division, said about Cpl. Ryan J. Buckley at his memorial service. “I’m glad I could come here. It was an opportunity to recognize one of my great soldiers.”
Cpl. Buckley lost his life on June 26, 2006 when an IED detonated near his Humvee during combat operations in Baghdad. “I held him while he died,” Spc. Richard Morris, a fellow soldier who was wounded in the attack, said after the service. “He was my best friend. This nation has lost a hell of a soldier.”
Ryan Buckley, a 2003 graduate of Hillsboro High School, was attending Lincoln Land Community College in Springfield in March 2004 when he left school to join the Army. He had told his mother on 9/11 that he planned to join the military to defend his country. Jennings Carter, who recently retired from the Army, was the commander of the Litchfield Army Recruiting Station when Buckley signed up. Carter said Buckley was an unusually cheerful young man. “Every time we saw him, he was always smiling,” Carter said. “Before he went to Iraq, we saw him a few times. He was always happy. He would come by and tell us what he was doing.”
Jean Buckley, Buckley’s aunt, said he was always a responsible young man, who took his school work seriously, as well as his role in the school bands. The talented French horn player was awarded the John Philip Sousa award his senior year as the outstanding band member.
“He was always a protector,” Jean Buckley said. “It’s such a sad time. We’re so thankful for the Ryans of the world. I appreciate all the veterans and all they’ve done for this country.”
Cpl. Buckley was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star for his service in Iraq from Nov. 30 to June 23. Bronze Stars were presented to his wife of one year, Tina Buckley, his mother, Sally Nation, and father, Dennis Buckley.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
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