Honestly, the second thing I thought when my husband shook me awake at 0530 (after thinking "Cool!") was "Poor Deskmerc..." I've never been very good at maintaining rivalries.

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1 All I have to say is that a lot can happen between the alarm clock going off, and the next snooze! I remember we listened to the game for just a minute to hear the score, and I said "Sounds like Houston's going to the World Series." By the next snooze... not yet. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the alarm clock going off to baseball and football games still being played in the States

Posted by: The Girl at October 19, 2005 11:45 AM (Ue919)

2 While I'm sorry your husband is sad, I'm quite happy now. Astros win game 6!

Posted by: MrPhil at October 20, 2005 12:44 AM (/s7f5)

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Last night I was listening to a radio program about the benefits of pet therapy, where they take nice doggies to hospitals to cheer up patients. The program said, "Pets are a great way to reduce anxiety."

Um, I'd like to negotiate a trade.

Yesterday Charlie looked me right in the eye and squatted to pee on his bed, ate the first ten pages of The Federalist Papers, and managed to chew a hole in the bag of dog food on the shelf so that he could sit under it and have food pour down into his mouth.

Reduce anxiety, my foot.

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Doc Foglesong is retiring?! Man, that's gonna cut the number of TV commercials in half around here!

(This joke is dedicated to The Girl)

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1 Oh, no!! How am I going to entertain CaliValleyGirl without him?!?!

Posted by: The Girl at October 07, 2005 04:09 PM (L/ou0)

2 You might have to explain this one to all the people that have never seen AFN TV.

Posted by: Raven1 at October 07, 2005 10:57 PM (N1rEE)

3 The USAF commander makes TONS of attaboy commercials, constantly flitting around Europe and recording himself giving motivational blurbs on runways. I'd wager that we get one Doc Foglesong message per commercial break.

Posted by: Sarah at October 08, 2005 04:01 AM (ncie4)

4 Trying living on base where the man works! Oye that was a pain in the rear. He carried a two way radio and called in violators of base regs like not ensuring your dog was more than 50 feet from housing before pooping. Yes I know some folks don't pick it up but you shouldn't live in fear of the two way radio! His other favourtive was the "wing runs." He would tie up 3/4 of the base making all these folks in the wing run with him. No body could get in or off base for over an hour due to security and safety issues. He liked to do this once a blooming month!!!! HH6

Posted by: Household6 at October 11, 2005 06:18 AM (T+Tkq)

5 When I was deployed to an air base in Kuwait the last 2 Christmases, my reactions to his commercials ranged from gentle amusement to laughter to anger to wondering why his wife looks 90 years old. He certainly inspired me to make a Christmas wreath for my C-130. (See Christmas spot 2004). Now that's inspirational leadership!

Posted by: Keith at October 16, 2005 11:16 AM (i71p0)

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My neighbor called because her hot water wasn't working. Mine seems to be just fine, but who knows how these screwy buildings work. I've lived here two and a half years and I still don't understand how to work the heater.

Anyway, as I was getting into the shower this morning, I remembered the strangest shower I've ever taken.

When we lived in France, my friend had a bizarre bathroom setup. Imagine a cross between a stand-up shower and a bathtub, and not in a good way. Her bathing apparatus was the dimensions of a stand-up shower but with the porcelain sides of a tub, reaching about three feet off the floor. So if you're standing in the tub/shower, the side of the tub reaches mid-thigh. And then there's nothing -- no curtain or door -- but there's a nozzle for a shower. There's a seat in the thing, kind of like a jacuzzi-style shelf. Oh, and in the middle, at about belly button height, there's a series of strings for drying laundry. Seriously. I wish I had a picture.

So one day I decide that my curiousity is too great, and I ask my pal to use her shower. I just have to see this for myself. And I proceed to take the most miserable shower of my life.

In my own apartment, the shower had exactly three and a half minutes of hot water, so I was not unaccustomed to misery. But the moment I turned on the water in my friend's shower, ice water sprayed all over me...and all over most of the bathroom too, since there's no curtain to control it. But since I'm an idiot, I didn't just shut it off and get out, oh no. I took the whole danged shower.

When I got back to my friend's room -- did I mention that she shared this monstrosity at the end of the hall with two strangers? -- I asked her if her water was always that cold. She said that it was never pleasant, and I could tell that she thought I was being overly critical. That afternoon she learned that the hot water had been shut off in the whole building, and I had indeed taken a shower that was worse than usual.

As if things could get any worse than that hybrid shower-tub.

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My husband got a real laugh out of this interview with R. Lee Ermey, G. Gordon Liddy, Evel Knievel, Merle Haggard, and Jack La Lanne. (But don't read it unless you can appreciate a man's man.)

MORE TO GROK:

Speaking of Liddy, CavX got interviewed by G. Gordon Liddy! Wow!

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