Posts Tagged ‘Army’

Snow is here. I woke up to about an inch and a half which is now up to about three inches. Since no one had to go out today, it was a good day to read the paper.

We live in a small county with a weekly paper. It isn’t very large; two to three sections with maybe a total of seven pages.

As I learned today, our town has won $2,500 to do a survey of trees located in town right-of-way “last winter” and the survey is almost complete. Our town is three to five blocks long; depending on how you could classify the property that has a liquor store, pharmacy and Subway. Which may be the single most important section in town. You can have dinner, get drunk and get aspirin for your hangover in one stop shopping. So, when they told me that they were just now finishing up, I was a bit amused, to say the least.

Okay, they aren’t just counting them, they are noting locations, species, ages, conditions and other pertinent information; and all in an effort to prioritize aged and dying trees for removal. Since this is a tourist town, I suppose it is cheaper than a tree falling on a tourist. THAT is definitely not good for business. But, that’s only an aside (and perhaps the longest one on record).

The fun part of our paper is called THE FINE PRINT: It’s the Sheriff’s log.

When my grandson went in the Army, I tried to write him once a week and always included items from the Sheriff’s log. Now, grandson/son is in the Army, in Germany. When he was in basic, I sent him items from the Sheriff’s log too and he read them to his fellow soldiers. But, it seems that with the economy the way it is, the crazies have gone underground (looking for work?) and the crime rate has gone up. This is just not near as funny as it was, until today.

This one could have had serious consequences, so I don’t mean to laugh, BUT – What the **** was the woman thinking?

911 caller on * Road advises she fell down three flights of stairs under a refrigerator a few hours ago. Subject advises she did lose consciousness a couple of times then and has been throwing up since. She wants to know how long before ambulance arrives.

Why, in the world, would anyone, man or woman, try to move a refrigerator up three flights of stairs alone?

The other one that caught my eye was a 5 p.m call:

Caller advises a man is selling her son marijuana and he doesn’t need to do that.

You tell him, mama!

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This picture is “Waiting for Grandad.”  Left to right we have, EMT, JCountry and Gaffer.  Pardon my over-crowded house.

Four men in the house and anytime that we can get all four in one room, a game happens.  The latest “greatest” game is 1942, Axis and Allies.  The challenge is getting them all in one room.

The first thing that happened was EMT disappeared.  Literally, disappeared.  He left, on Friday night, to go help with Bingo at the fire department and never returned.  He told me he might just sleep at the department, but would be home in the morning. 

EMT has a bad habit of not letting us know what he is doing.  He is twenty, so it is hard to complain; however, I have repeatedly explained to him that it is a matter of courtesy to let the people you live with know when to expect you back.  Heck, it is even a matter of your own safety, as we have a relative who died when his car flipped over and he wasn’t found for three days.  The first two days he lived. 

So, the first day EMT was missing, I grumbled about him all day.  I left the outside light on until 3am and then swore and went to sleep.  The second day, I began to worry a bit.  Late that day we called his friends.  Why is it no one is ever home when you call them for something really important?  Late that day we drove around.  No one was at the fire department.  No one was at his friend’s house. 

At seventy-two hours, we went to the police and filed a report on him, missing, in our car.   He has had a problem with a couple of guys and we were concerned they had cornered him and beaten him to a pulp and left him in the woods.  We drove around staring between trees for our red van.   Our County is wooded.

Two hours later, when we arrived home from the police station and driving around, for the second time, Gaffer decided to make a library run for books, movies and high speed.  Twenty minutes later, Gaffer calls and lets us know that he is parked next to our Red Van at the library, and will call if his brother is in the library.

YUP!  That’s where we found EMT, after seventy-two hours.  During the time he was missing, he had gone camping, torn apart a car with a friend, and made money scrapping the parts, done Christmas shopping, and gone to the library.  He really does not understand why we were so upset.  In the meantime, my hair is grey!!!

EMT, anticipating leaving for the Army in January, where he will be the problem of the U.S. Government and they can figure out where he is, brought home the Harry Potter Clue game.  He gave it to the family for Christmas and wanted to get a lot of gaming in before he left.  He also figured it was maybe a game I would play.  He was right.

Playing games is akin to having a kidney infection, for me.  I am more a knit and giggle with daughter, while games are going on, preferably with a glass of Bailey’s in hand, kind of gal.  There are now three games I will willingly play: Cribbage, Dominoes and Harry Potter Clue. 

I should be cleaning my piles of projects out of the front room and baking pies or cookies for our Thanksgiving dinner, instead I am blogging and listening to Gaffer speak with a Russian accent as he rolls his dice to defend Russia from Germany.  The are figuratively spitting at each other, I am told.  JCountry is Germany.  Gaffer is Russia.  Granddad is back in from his disappearance to my studio and all is well with our world.

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  1. We are almost having summer here. Summer, with golden red leaves in the trees and brown ones on the ground. 
  2. I let Irritating Little Chihuahua out the front door the other night, and both of us got a bit freaked out by the sound of footsteps in the deep crinkling leaves at the back of the house.  She came right back in and I went to face the unknown out the back door, where my flashlight highlighted a possum.  Just how does a possum walk in leaves and make footstep sounds?  Gaffer said it was a hoppin’ possum.
  3. It has been raining in Indiana, which means I have problems getting on line and can, yet again, listen in on my neighbors phone calls and they, mine.  Gotta love Indiana.
  4. Twenty-three year old, Gaffer, is working now.  In the last months, he has applied for a job in every city within a fifty mile radius.  He got, exactly, one call back.  After two interviews, he began working as a cashier at a Cracker Barrel and is now up for his first raise.  He is delighted.  He is a good worker and in January, he begins his training to take his Master’s Electrician license. 
  5. The twenty year old, EMT, was looking for a job.  He has signed his enlistment papers to join the Army and goes to basic in January so thought he would not be able to find a job to fill-in for a couple of months.  He was happy to find a job with NTN in Columbus, IN.  They make drive shafts, I believe.  He starts on Monday.  We have thought, for some time, that would be a good fit for the military.  Will I worry?  Yes!  But, no more than when he was a volunteer fireman or getting his woodland fire fighter certificate. 
  6. And, the games continue.  Tonight they are playing Trivial Pursuit.  It is as noisy as Risk.  I do believe they have all realized that life, as it tends to do, will be evolving very soon and are making memories and enjoying each other’s company. 

Gaffer may be here for a year, or more, but once he has his Master’s Electrician License, he will be off to points where there are sets and stages that need electricians.  EMT will be in the Army for four years and Jake, formerly known as JRock and less formerly known as JCountry, will be off to Nashville, TN in a couple of years.  His choice is either Diesel Mechanic and/or guitar/singer. 

Right now, the little ladies who shop in Nashville, Indiana love Jake and are overwhelmed by the depth of his voice, with their claps and a few tips too.

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Catching up on my blog reading with  Pollyanna Takes “Self Referential” to a New Level « Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom and feeling very superior about the songs that were popular when I graduated from high school, in 1966, I decided to Google for a list of the Top 100 hit songs list of 1966.  Shot my superiority all to you know where.


Disclaimer:  I had several friends and relatives who were in the Vietnam war. One of them had his company shot out around him three times.  I have one grandson who is in the Army and overseas right now, and two more grandsons who are considering a military career.  I have the utmost respect for men in the military. 


That said:


The Ballad of the Green Berets.   Seriously, what were we thinking?  Neither the music, nor the lyrics are worthy of honoring the military.

There were some good songs:  2.  Cherish by the associations;  3.  (You’re My) Soul and Inspiration – Righteous Brothers;  4.  Monday – The Mama’s and the Papa’s;  8. Summer in the City – Lovin’ Spoonful;  10.  California Dreamin’ by The Mama’s and the Papa’s.


It was a diverse list that included Nancy Sinatra, Roger Williams and Frank Sinatra, as well as The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.


But, what truly amazes me is this:


On a list that includes four Beatles songs: We Can Work It Out, Paperback Writer, Yellow Submarine and Nowhere man and three Simon and Garfunkel songs:  I am a Rock, Sounds of Silence and Homeward Bound, just exactly how did a Green Beret come out number one?


I guess that shows where our hearts were.

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The other day, our middle boy/grandson/soldier, arrived home from yet another stay at someone else’s house. When you are raising your children’s children, you lose out on some of the progressions of society. It’s much easier to understand a child’s foibles, when you see the progress in the world, and you were a teenager in just the last generation; not the one before.

Suddenly, okay not so suddenly, but I’m still amazed, we are immersed in the age of the teenager, again; this time in the age of the boy teenager. Last time I knew teenagers, it was girls, and girls had sleepovers and boys would not be caught dead at one, unless it was a girl’s sleepover and they were able to harass the girls. Now, guys spend the night at one another’s houses. I fully suspect it has something to do with doing things that you can’t get away with at home, but I’m not sure.

Friends come here too, for the night. Perhaps it is just the age of the PS2/XBox, where they sit up all night, drink pop from liters and see who can dominate the world first.

Anyway, Middle brother and oldest brother, were picked up late from work. Middle son walks in the house in full camouflage, Well, not full – he had not painted his face. While I do not care for his head shaved close, it sure beats the Mohawk he was sporting last month. I reminded him all last month, that he is a pasty white kid, with a pasty very white bald head on each side of a died black Mohawk; unlike his friends who gave it to him at 4am, who are Native American.  I personally like it about an inch and a half long and spiked up, but it’s his head and, as I told myself all last month, it will grow out–Please grow out.

He really likes military clothing and weapons. I asked if he was getting ready to enlist. I do have one grandson who is in the Army. Middle son seemed a bit offended that I did not recognize his uniform as Viet Nam War era wear. Is it the color? He was in green and perhaps Iraq fighting is the tans. Personally, I have not seen a big fashion statement growth in military uniforms, but then again, I don’t follow that too closely.

Whatever the case, he insists he has no interest in the military; although he has been seen out at Camp Atterbury showing up military personnel in feats of endurance and strength. He also outdid everyone, in the school gym, for a push-up challenge to win a “cool” Army poster. And, he wonders why they keep calling him to talk about joining?

Middle boy plans on being an RN. He likes the excitement of Emergency Room work.  I wonder if they make scrubs in army camouflage.

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