Yeah, so it's been a while. I have been working at the USO but it's been pretty busy and when it's pretty busy you don't have a lot of time to chat...or make a fool of yourself.

I met a really interesting older gentleman in Terminal D this past weekend. I wanted to adopt him as my grandpa but he said didn't want to raise another teenager. I hearted him from hello. We agreed to just be friends. He had amazing stories and he was such a world traveler. He and his daughter had just returned from Hungary and some other country I can't pronounce. Did I mention he was on his way to Puerto Vallarta where he has a time share? He was so freaking cool. Talking to him, you kinda got lost in the moment and forget that he was a fragile old man. His blue eyes twinkled with light while he leaned against the door frame waiting for the wheelchair to escort him to his gate (he said he could have made it...but I wasn't taking any chances!). He really is an inspiration and I hope that I have enjoyed my life as much as he has enjoyed living his when my time comes.

I'll be working a later shift this week to help out with shortages so hopefully it won't be completely lame and I'll find a nice someone to entertain me.

Shame on the jackasses that killed Marcus Luttrel's dog. Stupid punks. But even more than the dog was this quote, "I don't sleep at night." See? Tears in my eyes just from hearing his voice in my head. Oh. My. God. Will the man ever stop breaking my heart?

And pray for the safe journey home for my beloved "My Favorite Marine", aka "MFM". He and his team are hopefully beginning the trip soon. I can't wait to watch our relationship fall apart!! I love you guys!!! Come home safely!!!



And because he's going to laugh his ass off and complain about what a wuss I am...HERE:



Still saving the world, one more tear for Marcus at a time...