I fell behind a bit.  That’s what happens when you’re hacking up a lung feeling a bit under the weather.  Plus, I am kind of wondering where my six loyal readers have gone.  I entice you with prizes that you don’t enter to win.  You perplex me.  Should we read a book?  Should we pick some political topic to debate?  Can we discuss the proper way to deal with the six year old girl that got my son saying f*ck yesterday?  Yes, JP, it was the neighbor, not me.  Honest! I was MOST displeased.

So the news… I have bronchitis.  LOVE THAT.  Perfect timing.  We also have a “warning order” for our next assignment.  It could not be better.  Are you ready?  As it stands right now, the Army wants us to go to Harlingen, Texas.  W00t!  It’s like Hell Paso!  With Hurricanes!  And not a PhD program to continue in for 500 Miles in any direction.  But hey!  That could all change at the end of July if he-who-shall-not-be-named is on the SGM list.  I think I’m going to label him Voldemort now.  He’s certainly crabby enough about this assignment.  It is, in fact, a gigantic F*ck You from the Army.  It was nowhere on our list and, being a company level position, a tremendous step back in terms of career progression.  Let this be a lesson to you, kids.  Work hard, do a great job and have the NCOERs to prove it, don’t complain and when it comes time for the Army to reward you for your efforts, bend over.  Here comes a year in Hell Paso – 75% of which is a complete waste of time- followed by a primo assignment like Harlingen.

Okay, I’m done complaining about that.  What else shall we talk about?