I got your 'Thanks'

At this time of year, everyone likes to list out all the things they are thankful for and it generally winds up being the standard, prosaic responses. "I am thankful for my family" "I am thankful for my friends" "I am thankful for my health" Blaaaaaaaah.
Whatever.
Sure, I'm thankful for my friends, family and health as well, but I do my best to express these sentiments on any given day and generally use my Thanksgiving 'thankful' thoughts to be about the more simple things that get over looked.
I had planned on listing out some of the things, from the year past, that I am thankful for. The little things. However, I have since decided that I will narrow it down to one.

I am thankful that I was able to stay at home in my jammas alone with my pooch. I am thankful for the five healthy babies that she produced today shortly after halftime of the Denver game. Mama and babies are healthy and beautiful.

I sleep tonight, thankful, for all my furry blessings.

Cause I can

You scored as Special Ops.
Special ops:
Your sneaky, tactful, and a loner. You prefer to do your jobs alone, working where you don't come into contact with people. But everyonce in a while you hit it big and are noticed and given fame. Your given the more sensitive problems. You get things done, and do what has to be done.
"VULCAN NECK PINCH!!!""owww.......(slump)"

Special Ops 88%
Officer 81%
Combat Infantry 81%
Engineer 75%
Medic 69%
Support Gunner 69%
Artillery 25%
Civilian 0%

Tiger Stripes and Horseshoes

My guys are still on top!!

I will save the neener-neeners and 'in-your-face' banter for the emails, R.
But I do believe you owe me now for TWO games, don't you?




*snickers*

I hope my slip isn't showing

Chunks

Anjee's joke of the day

Three hungover guys are hanging out swapping 'drunk' stories about the party from the night before.
First guy says: ''Man I was so drunk last night I went home and blew chunks.''
Second guy says: ''That's nothing...I was so drunk last night I got pulled over, a DUI and spent the night in jail.''
Third guy says: "I got you both beat. I was so drunk last night on the way home I picked up a prostitute and my wife caught us in bed.''
The first guy, looking rather glum says: ''No, I dont think you guys understand..... "


"Chunks is my dog"






:D

"We interrupt this blog for the latest in Anjee related news....."

News on Bean: Pando is big as a house. Last night I felt the puppies move and it was CREEPY. She's bound to burst sometime in the coming week. She has taken to laying beneath my bed again and I have had to curb that habit REAL quick as I dont want her squeezin out pups 'neath my bed. I tried the hands-waving-beside-the-face test a' la PVPeeved. And I am happy to report that she just looked at me like I was a complete and utter retard before giving me that fairly quiet get-the-hell-outta-my-face growl. I love my dog.

News on Work: It's still whoopin me backside. BUT the sausage-fingered sup pulled me aside to tell me of the new position they are creating for me, how it will mean that I still get to do ALL the wonderful things I was doing before, PLUS many other things AND how I will now have the entire company on my arse for running the things I will be running explaining that all liability, compliance and contractor relations will be on my head. Isnt that lovely? I will also have the new title of 'Regional Manager something of whozit whatnot' as well as my own little 'assistant something or others'. I asked if I get to pick my something or others, he said yes. I told him I want midgets. We shall see where that goes. The upside to this stress load is that I will NOW be able to finally do the traveling etc and get a sizable raise. Like well in the five figures. Um. Yay. More money makes Anjee a happy, happy girl. I have also started painting cars again part time in the evenings and on the weekends.

News on the Ankle: I still havent been to the Ortho. It's still swollen some, aches and every once in awhile makes weird noises. But I think in spite of my best efforts, it is healing nicely.

News on the Personal side: I am really, really in like with the someone I have been spending much time with. Perhaps he is to blame for my lack of commitment to this blog. It was never meant for personal entries such as these, but rather just for a sounding board. A way for me to unload the many screwy things that float about my brain.

News on the Irony: Someone steals my truck. I get it back (minus some stuff IE: stereo, speakers, etc). I sell it. Both of my cars break!! >_<

The insanity continues

Yes.
That's right.
I am not entirely certain that I am fully over the wrong doings of my dream on Saturday night.


o_O

Saaaaaay......

How come when I blow in my dog's face she gets all weirded out but if she rides in the car with me she inevitably wants to shove her face out the window??

o_O

My insanity

Have you ever had a dream where a real life person pissed you off so you spent the entire next day mad at them for what they did in your dream??







Or is that just me?

Anjee's Joke of the day...

A pirate walks into the bar with a peg leg, a parrot on his shoulder, and a steering wheel on his pants.
The bartender says, "Hey, you''ve got a steering wheel on your pants."
The pirate says......

"Arrrr, I know. It''s driving me nuts."


*Rimshot*



:^D

American 'doody'

God Bless our Vets

I love my country, and I have the utmost respect and gratitude for the men and women that have served this great nation in order to make it a better place. Now I'm not real politically saavy and therefore am not attempting to open myself to debate on the how's or why's of this war we are in, who is at fault and whether or not it is right or wrong. To me, it IS and always has been a moot point. The fact of the matter is that we have troops on foreign soil giving their lives for a belief in something greater than them and it is my duty as an American to support these men and women. At all times. Period. No questions.
What the hell has happened to us as a Nation? It's a crying shame when the media, is allowed to twist their stories to highlight what they suggest is an 'injustice' on the part of our military then come back and claim "we support our troops". I wish I could still believe that the American people are smarter than that. But it seems that we have sunk to a new low. Our troops do not deserve to be slandered like this. and on a day like today, I refuse to allow those around me to forget what each and everyone of these courageous people have done and continue to do. I repudiate the notion that soldiers who have died in the midst of this war, or any other for that matter, have died for an 'unjust cause'. These soldiers gave their life for the love of their country, and have done so willingly only to ensure that this generation and the next needn't worry of facing some brazen, U.N.-backed dictator weilding nuclear weapons ten years from now. There are no words to express my feelings for what these men and women do everyday. I am proud to be an American, and I am proud *because* of them. Our soldiers will return eventually , but in the meantime, if people really want to support our troops they could start by living a little patriotism and believing in them. Showing some gratitude for the fact that these soldiers accept that you and I and the idea of this nation are worth dying for. I thank them for all that they have accomplished, and everything they have yet to.

What follows is a wonderful and well written article that pretty much sums up alot of what I believe about the present state of this war, the American people and political agenda dictating combat far better than I ever could.

NEW YORK — A bit over 36 years ago, I attended a formal dinner in Houston for an extraordinary collection of celebrated heroes, hundreds of recipients of the Medal of Honor. My tablemates included “Commando” Kelly, the first Medal of Honor recipient of World War II in the European Theater; “Pappy” Boyington, Marine fighter ace; and Eddie Rickenbacker, air hero of the First World War. Also in attendance was Bill Seach, who received the Medal of Honor for fighting his way into the citadel of Beijing during the Boxer Rebellion 1900. At the time, there were about 450 living recipients of the Medal of Honor. Today, there are only 118, most of whom are in the winter of their lives. Statistically, there will be half that number in five years, and none in fifteen years. Since the end of the war in Vietnam, there have been only three awards of the Medal, all posthumously.

Changing world

The world has changed, and with it has changed the nature of military service. The surviving veterans of the Second World War are the remnants of a legion of nearly 20 million comrades. Almost one of every six U.S. citizens was under arms during WWII, and it was difficult to encounter a household that didn’t have a member in the Service. Today, with about 1.6 million men and women serving, only one citizen in 175 is in a military uniform. Unlike the America of the 1940s, our country today is in the uneasy circumstance of being defended by a tiny number of young people. Very few of us know soldiers … and far fewer still are soldiers.We have been attacked at home, we are at war, and we honor this Veterans’ Day the magnificent patriots who serve us on many dangerous fields abroad.

Generational disconnect

And yet, while we honor our troops, those who served 60 years ago find it difficult to understand fully the modern American way of war. My father served in the South Pacific, in New Guinea and the Philippines, during the Second World War. He and his generation find the current use of the military instrument of power to be a confusing enterprise.The war against the Axis had as its objective a simple and very specific objective: unconditional surrender. We vowed that enemy nations would resist only in the certainty that they would be destroyed utterly. There was only one of two fates, surrender or death, and all strategies and tactics were devised to achieve our enemies’ complete subjugation. In the 60 years since we won the war, none of our major conflicts has been fought to achieve such a simple objective, and in no case has there been an unlimited use of military power. Among older veterans, this causes a peculiar form of dissonance. Military forces are for destroying the enemy, and if we are not meant to unleash overwhelming military force to achieve our objectives, what is the point of using force at all? These old vets see little approbation in the observation that the military is a blunt instrument, and they chafe when they perceive that the use of our troops is hamstrung by sophisticated and changing rules or directed to achieve goals that are only vaguely defined. To many veterans, the nuanced vagaries of modern international politics, and the attendant ambivalence with which military force is regarded by national leaders, are convoluted, frustrating, even painful. And yet we understand that we have been wildly fortunate to produce, generation after generation of young people who defend us valiantly, with little recompense, shifting guidance, and no recognition — save on a single day in November.

**Jack Jacobs is an MSNBC military analyst. He is a retired U.S. Army Colonel. He earned the Medal of Honor for exceptional heroism on the battlefields of Vietnam and also holds three Bronze Stars and two Silver Stars.

Oh for the love of gravy......

my blog is being screwey!!

Tonight I met a 'Richard'

Or "You lost your Pooch? Can I pet your Pussy?"

So, my dog has been missing since approximately 6:30-7-ish Friday morning and tonight I was handing out and posting more fliers. I got three people that said they spotted her right around the park a block away. How I missed her in my searches, I dont know. Anyway, Bean is not the reason for this post, big-dick-on-wheels is. Now look, I'm not at all ego nor do I become all 'put upon' when a guy looks at me but I have to say, sometimes it just fucking IRRITATES me when I have something serious to fucking say and the response I get is the heat stare at my boobs and "Yeah, um hey....you gotta man?".

I noticed some guy staring at me while he peddled past my car as I was shifting gears to pull out of the spot where I was hanging a flier. But I moved on and so did he. Only to turn around and meet me two blocks down as I was hanging another flier.

Dick: 'Yeah, I noticed you back there. You okay?'
Anjee: 'Yes, Sir, I'm just fine, thank you. I'm just going around hanging fliers in an attempt to find my missing dog'

*Hands Dick a flier*

Dick: 'Oooh, you found a dog? You live around here?'
Anjee: 'No, I didnt find a dog, Sir, I LOST my dog. Friday morning. From the back yard...........See?'

*Points to where it states everything I just said on my flier as I lift it towards his eyes that are burning holes through my tatas*

Dick: 'Yeah, you lost your dog...that's a shame." *looking me up and down*
"You married"

Anjee: "Yes, Sir. Happily. For ten years."

(I know I won't go to hell for that lie. JC's down with my plight, yo)

Dick: 'Ten years?!' Daaaaamn, you don't look but 18 or something!'
Anjee: 'Yeah, thanks. You seen my dog?'
Dick: 'That your number there at the bottom?'
Anjee: 'My husband's cell.'
Dick: 'So how come your husband ain't out here with you?'
Anjee: 'He teaches Tae Kwon Do on Sunday nights'
Dick: 'This late?'
Anjee: 'Oh yes, he's fifth degree blackbelt so people hire him for private lessons.'

Here's where he got all smooth. Take note men:

(AND I QUOTE)

Dick: 'Well I'm fifth degree blackbelt too. In treatin da ladies RIGHT!'

SCREEEEEECH!

To which I replied:

"Are you fucking SERIOUS?!? You mean to tell me that I spent about fifteen minutes being NICE to you as you followed me around asking STUPID ASSININE questions and in that time all you could come up with was THAT?!?! You gotta be fucking KIDDING ME! You should move along now and DON'T call that number unless you've found my dog and DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT KICKING HER OR SOME OTHER SCREWED UP SHIT or I'll rip your nuts off and shove em down your throat!!"

or something to that effect.

I seriously wanted to knock that man off his bike and beat him with it. He seriously PISSED ME OFF!! I was seeing red. God, I really have problems with my anger.

Maybe it's just the stress of missing my dog. Yeah, that's it. Stress.

Now is there really such a thing as a fifth degree blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do, or did I just make that up?