Semper Fi, Gunny

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BINGLEY!!!

You arrived on THIS day…um…MANY years ago.

And what a wonderful…um…MANY years it has been since.

Get Off the Bus, Gus

Oh, admittedly yesterday was a GLORIOUS exercise in GOTCHA, played at troll level “Jedi Master.”

I am still basking in the glow of the beauty of both the act itself and the timing.

Gads. I’m starting the day smiling.

This is GOOD stuff.

My Morning

Just Horrific

Worse than you thought

A scathing internal Navy probe into the 2017 collision that drowned seven sailors on the guided-missile destroyer Fitzgerald details a far longer list of problems plaguing the vessel, its crew and superior commands than the service has publicly admitted.
Obtained by Navy Times, the “dual-purpose investigation” was overseen by Rear Adm. Brian Fort and submitted 41 days after the June 17, 2017, tragedy.
It was kept secret from the public in part because it was designed to prep the Navy for potential lawsuits in the aftermath of the accident.
Unsparingly, Fort and his team of investigators outlined critical lapses by bridge watchstanders on the night of the collision with the Philippine-flagged container vessel ACX Crystal in a bustling maritime corridor off the coast of Japan.
Their report documents the routine, almost casual, violations of standing orders on a Fitz bridge that often lacked skippers and executive officers, even during potentially dangerous voyages at night through busy waterways.

EBOLA IS HOME!!!

And has been his usual, effervescent self.

(Just kidding – that pic was taken when we picked him up. Multiple flights en route from Italy=too long in the air.)

In the past days, we have been indulging his every favorites request, and have, consequently, eaten like kings.
Already had major dad’s World Famous Cheeseburgers, Big Sunday Roast Chicken Dinner last night, and lamb the night before.


The prep stuff above would be the fixin’s for leg of lamb à la gasconne, accompanied by Roquefort gnocchi and Caesar salad.

So we’ve got a Shepard’s Pie to make from those leftovers, heirloom pork chops tonight, and lamb chops Wednesday (After a 16 month stretch in the back of beyond Australia, his already impressive capacity for lamb consumption has been honed to razor sharpness.). We’ll do ad hoc improvisation the rest of his visit.

He has to be in Afghanistan at the end of the month, so we’re stuffing him full of HOME until he has to leave.

Well


They’ve certainly convinced me of the error of my ways.

For ONCE

…NOT #FloridaMan !!

That having been said, I recommend sanitizing by acetylene torch and then pepper spraying that mofo.


Maybe a light dusting of a non-skid application as well.

Besides Getting Ready for Ebola to Come Home

…(for the first time in TWO YEARS), we are babysitting his dog (while he jaunts about the world), have recently rescued a LARGE (as in FIFTY POUNDS of fangs and fur) Scottie, still taking care of feral cats, trying to integrate the two cats IN the house with the “new” dogs, AND trying to spruce up the house we bought, which we had already rented for 20 years (anyone needs financial advice, we’re available).

Yesterday was what is referred to as “a trial.”

5:30 a.m.: first heart attack of the morning. Feral kittens in the backyard, even after I banged on the window and went out in the cold to see if the coast is clear. Dogs out, all Hell erupts. Thank God the kittens can climb! Charging to the defense, momma was fierce, but no match for a 50lb Scottie. YIKE. She lit out for the front of the house.

Second heart attack: Bob waking up to my screaming “NO!NO!NO!” as I try to wrangle two dogs charging in every direction, Hell bent on eradicating kittens.

Waited for dawn so we could clear the field. WHEW!! No kitten parts scattered about the yard, but there was an odd bird waaayyyy up in the drake elm.

Nooo. I meant WAAAAYYYY up there.

Tiny. Grey. Striped. Kitten.

Who would stay there for the next 5 hours.

Friends are like, “Is the kitten out of the tree yet?

Me: “Nope.” Just as well, since Ebola’s dog had just snapped at one of the electricians, so guess who was banished back outside.

Couple hours later, the fellas leave, and we can bring the nutjob canines back in. AND admire our beautiful new vanity and closet lights, plus lighted fan in our ancient master bath. (And then realize sometimes more light isn’t a good thing…I got work to do.)

Kitten stayed immobile 30 or so foot above ground for at least another couple hours. Came home from our errands and the tree was clear.

What showed up out front was a tired, hungry little thang. major dad sighed, got out the Friskies can, and ladled out the breakfast he/she/it missed.

Everyone went out on LEASHES in this morning’s darkness.

*sigh*

We Got Through It

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Here’s to you and yours!

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