Days and Daze
Nov. 9th, 2004 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzWell, things are back to relative normalcy here. The iPod is working, my office is busy, but not hectic, and I'm enjoying a relatively quiet week at the house before my folks show up this weekend.
A couple of things annoyed me on the way in this morning. My morning radio station, WEBN, has billboards up all over town with the two morning DJ's dressed as a bride and groom. The bride has a beard, Bob the Producer. It's a hilarious billboard, showing the saying "Holy Matrimony" or "The Perfect Marriage." Neither guy is gay, but it's certainly eye catching. The radio station has been getting calls from people telling them that it's "disrespectful to families" and "we vote to keep that out of here." The radio station is known for raising hackles on people, it's what they do, but people have lost their senses of humor over this. First, these Baptist homemakers don't even listen to the station (it's hard rock). Second, the station really doesn't cave into these kinds of threats, it's free publicity. I'll have to snag a picture to post.
I admit I only listen to the station more for the morning banter, not the music, but it does save me from having to listen to Toby Keith's latest "We're the USA-kick your foreign ass-soldier in the dirt-country pride-die terrorist-but God tells us to love you" patriotic dirge. And I love country music when he isn't singing.
Well, I've not lost my positive optimism this week. A friend sent me this great and funny story, I'll share it with you. If you're from a rural Southern state, you'll enjoy it. Be sure to read to the very end.
Dear Ma and Pa:
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine
Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick
before maybe all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m.,
but am getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and
shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to
split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so
bad, there's warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon,
etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie
and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the
two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till
noon when you get fed again.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches",
which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks
so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as
far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all
ride back in trucks. The country is nice but awful flat.
The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Capt. is like the
school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't
bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for
shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head
and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home.
All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even
load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to hand combat training. You get to
wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break
real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the
best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake.
I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only
5'6" and 130 pounds, and he's 6'8" and weighs near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get
onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter, Gail
A couple of things annoyed me on the way in this morning. My morning radio station, WEBN, has billboards up all over town with the two morning DJ's dressed as a bride and groom. The bride has a beard, Bob the Producer. It's a hilarious billboard, showing the saying "Holy Matrimony" or "The Perfect Marriage." Neither guy is gay, but it's certainly eye catching. The radio station has been getting calls from people telling them that it's "disrespectful to families" and "we vote to keep that out of here." The radio station is known for raising hackles on people, it's what they do, but people have lost their senses of humor over this. First, these Baptist homemakers don't even listen to the station (it's hard rock). Second, the station really doesn't cave into these kinds of threats, it's free publicity. I'll have to snag a picture to post.
I admit I only listen to the station more for the morning banter, not the music, but it does save me from having to listen to Toby Keith's latest "We're the USA-kick your foreign ass-soldier in the dirt-country pride-die terrorist-but God tells us to love you" patriotic dirge. And I love country music when he isn't singing.
Well, I've not lost my positive optimism this week. A friend sent me this great and funny story, I'll share it with you. If you're from a rural Southern state, you'll enjoy it. Be sure to read to the very end.
Dear Ma and Pa:
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine
Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick
before maybe all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m.,
but am getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and
shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to
split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so
bad, there's warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon,
etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie
and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the
two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till
noon when you get fed again.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches",
which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks
so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as
far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all
ride back in trucks. The country is nice but awful flat.
The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Capt. is like the
school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't
bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for
shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head
and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home.
All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even
load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to hand combat training. You get to
wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break
real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the
best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake.
I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only
5'6" and 130 pounds, and he's 6'8" and weighs near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get
onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter, Gail
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