Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Wardrobe Problem?
Okay.....My husband is one of those guys who will just throw on anything that is clean and hit the door. Sometimes this results in mismatches, or he will lift his arm in public and see a hole in the underarm or something equally embarrassing. I try to remove these items from circulation while doing his laundry, but am human and sometimes miss things.
So we are getting ready to leave to go and meet with his recruiter. I am frazzled, as I have an interview and am trying to make sure I have all that I need, so I do not pay any attention to what he is wearing. I know he does not look like a bum, as I would have noticed this.
We get to the recruiter's office, and all of the guys start commenting on what an ugly shirt he is wearing. I look and see he has a Marine Corps tee on with his jeans. To an Army recruiter's office!
The recruiters were teasing him, and told him he was not to wear it anymore, handing him an Army tee. He changed.
On another note, after a follow-up telephone conversation, it would seem all systems are go for the Army.
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On a completely different note: I love this song, and have been singing it in my head all day. Just an FYI.
Labels:
Army,
Marine,
Marine Corps,
military,
Music,
reenlistment
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Ha! Here ya go John!
Hahaha! This is from the Popeye movie that was out when I was a kid, and this song is sort of an inside joke. The other night, I got it stuck in my head, and was singing it around the house. Keep in mind that I sing a little worse than Shelley Duvall. It was also in Punch-Drunk Love, which had to be the strangest movie I have seen. Anyhow, John was laughing his head off at me singing this song, so I had to post this!
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Finally, a real conversation regarding this decision John is making. It went like this:
"John, you have to promise me that nothing is going to happen to you over there. my life cannot take any more tragedy. I will end up in a mental institution."
"Then maybe I shouldn't go, because you know I cannot make that promise if I go off to war."
"But you don't understand what I am saying to you. You need to do this for YOU, not me or Evan. We are tough and resilient. I don't want you to do it for us, for the same reason I don't want you to NOT do it because of us. This is about you, and whatever you do, I will support 100%. I just need to know what you want so I know. What do you want?"
"Oooorah."
Just like that. Total absence of doubt. Fire in his eyes. He knows.
Labels:
Deployment,
Life,
love,
Marine,
Marine Corps,
military,
Music,
War
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Who Knew Kid Music Could Cut So Close?
I have never been very big on teen-bubblegum-pop-crap music. Not big on country either. But I have been listening to some things I would not normally give a second glance lately, and when I stopped and listened to this song, I thought it would apply nicely to the theme of my little blurbs.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Sappy Song
A perfect song with perfect lyrics. However, I doubt that I will be able to listen to it once he leaves.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jeRSkfkjFI
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