I put my favorite ones like the freak japan cat and godzilla surfing the Great Wave by Hokusai
all the hell over my facebook pages. All over Rob's Falconry Shirts and More, Rob Diebold,
Manbird Experiment and Design Sonoma. Check. Them. Out. Plus many links to my stores
which by now probably all have over 1K designs to cheese from. I mean to cheese from.
Here's a freebie: https://www.redbubble.com/peop...
and https://www.etsy.com/shop/Manb...
I put my favorite ones like the freak japan cat and godzilla surfing the Great Wave by Hokusai
all the hell over my facebook pages. All over Rob's Falconry Shirts and More, Rob Diebold,
Manbird Experiment and Design Sonoma. Check. Them. Out. Plus many links to my stores
which by now probably all have over 1K designs to cheese from. I mean to cheese from.
Here's a freebie: https://www.redbubble.com/peop...
and https://www.etsy.com/shop/Manb...
I think I might be creating a new record for my shirts sold on Amazon.
I need about 60 more days like today to get us out this hole The Move
From Hell has dug us into.
We were supposed to be out by now but the previous tenant did so much damage
that the owners (who are kind and sweet) had to bring in contractors to fix all the
water damage upstairs. But are little Tuscan Villa will get a nice facelift and we will
get a few more sq ft of living space for the cockatiels. Now we have to pick out swatches
of non VOC paint for a few rooms. I'll try to keep it down to 2 colors but I doubt if the
contractor will exactly match our swatches as we're really picky about the colors but
it'll turn out fine. Maybe. We have been accruing more stuff than we are paring down.
Had to get some rabbit runs to convert to greenhouses and one for Tessy for her
weathering area. I found A Couple to help us. We get along: I think they are both on the
spectrum and he lady has anxiety that can match my own. But they are really hard workers
plus they do loads of volunteer work including stints at a wildlife center - They were
talking about recruiting me as the Resident Raptor Coordinator which was my previous job
but fortunately they don't have and resident raptors. Tessy was calm around them which
is a good sign â she is so sensitive. Back to looking at paint colors. I have to match a
tile color in my bathroom that is a hideous blue green - icy cold color. The whole house
is done in warm and happy colors mostly yellow so I have a rough job finding something to
tie it all together with. Mags swatch is easy: she just wants a pale olive warmed with
a pinch of yellow. Easy. Probably not so easy for the contractor so it'll be a surprize.
We've both been sick from the stress and that makes really has a bad effect on our relationship.
I need to learn to shut my mouth and just get out of firing range.
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Mexico- Made from 100% agave and triple distilled in small batches for a smooth palate and clean finish. Fig, fruit and bubblegum aroma compliments vanilla and spice mixture flavors. Pepper and wet stone in the finish.MexicoTequilaBlanco/Silver
You know, in case you needed bubblegum aroma compliments to get you through your next enlistment.
First of all it's true that trouble and me are old pals.
It was a couple of weeks before end of basic training and a rare Saturday break, so some of the guys got to go off base into Leesville to do what you do as a 'cruit in a candy store.
I didn't get to go, though. I was generally on a different list. Many other guys chose to stay back because no money or whatever.
I gave a guy the money to buy me a bottle of tequila and he did and smuggled it back in. A few of us had been playing basketball on the outdoor court and it made sense to me to relax with a little bit of the old El Toro and a salt shaker. Probably had a Mountain Dew or a Bubble Up or something too. I gotta say, I sound like a pro here, and I'm not, but I had immediate aspirations. OK, not really. I loved my Mother too much to kill myself like that, but I got good at tempting the jaws of the dragon, no disrespect.
But I digress.
Hey, c'mon! Us boys were in the cage a long time! Sheesh. Gots to boil it off if opportunity arises.
Anyhow I got pretty molared up and was scared the DS would find out because they had their ways. That ain't no lie.
Those big old barracks were from WW1 era and were two story without under pinning so it was open underneath. I tried to fling the bottle under there but it hit the framework and didn't go very far.
I got to thinking about morning police call and the fact that there was no piece of anything so small that it wouldn't be found by the DS if it weren't picked up and I worried he could catch a glimpse of the bottle and it would come back to be, because..., so I crawled under there to retrieve and plot the next move.
After providing my buddies some amusement crawling around under the barracks we retired upstairs to our bunks to further party and work on our soldiering skills.
Meanwhile I'm super paranoid with this bottle and get the idea of climbing through an open passage to the attic, which was huge. I climbed on a bunk frame and pulled myself up there and a buddy tossed up the bottle. It was expansive and dark so I tried to fling the bottle again only to hit a rafter 10 feet away with my excellent aim. You know what's coming.
It was really dark, and there was a wide board catwalk all the way down, so I crept along feeling my way as my eyes adjusted and found it. Then I tossed it deep. As I turned around I stumbled and stepped off the catwalk and my leg went through the ceiling, where my good buddies enjoyed a new episode of Uh Oh. Tugging on my leg and I can't even remember what all, because now I'm scared sober.
I climbed down and cleaned all the giant mess up and kept walking back and forth under the hole to see if anyone would notice it! C'mon. you know that's funny. The fellers were laughing their asses off. I just sat on my bunk and waited.
Sure enough, 10 minutes later we heard the door open and someone coming up the stairs. That begins Chapter 2.
2 things. Question- did I really think my DS would find that tequila bottle and trace it back to me? Most definitely. Didn't it?
#2- Beware the rot gut tequila with the red sombrero cap. That's my true story and I'm sticking to it.
First of all it's true that trouble and me are old pals.
It was a couple of weeks before end of basic training and a rare Saturday break, so some of the guys got to go off base into Leesville to do what you do as a 'cruit in a candy store.
I didn't get to go, though. I was generally on a different list. Many other guys chose to stay back because no money or whatever.
I gave a guy the money to buy me a bottle of tequila and he did and smuggled it back in. A few of us had been playing basketball on the outdoor court and it made sense to me to relax with a little bit of the old El Toro and a salt shaker. Probably had a Mountain Dew or a Bubble Up or something too. I gotta say, I sound like a pro here, and I'm not, but I had immediate aspirations. OK, not really. I loved my Mother too much to kill myself like that, but I got good at tempting the jaws of the dragon, no disrespect.
But I digress.
Hey, c'mon! Us boys were in the cage a long time! Sheesh. Gots to boil it off if opportunity arises.
Anyhow I got pretty molared up and was scared the DS would find out because they had their ways. That ain't no lie.
Those big old barracks were from WW1 era and were two story without under pinning so it was open underneath. I tried to fling the bottle under there but it hit the framework and didn't go very far.
I got to thinking about morning police call and the fact that there was no piece of anything so small that it wouldn't be found by the DS if it weren't picked up and I worried he could catch a glimpse of the bottle and it would come back to be, because..., so I crawled under there to retrieve and plot the next move.
After providing my buddies some amusement crawling around under the barracks we retired upstairs to our bunks to further party and work on our soldiering skills.
Meanwhile I'm super paranoid with this bottle and get the idea of climbing through an open passage to the attic, which was huge. I climbed on a bunk frame and pulled myself up there and a buddy tossed up the bottle. It was expansive and dark so I tried to fling the bottle again only to hit a rafter 10 feet away with my excellent aim. You know what's coming.
It was really dark, and there was a wide board catwalk all the way down, so I crept along feeling my way as my eyes adjusted and found it. Then I tossed it deep. As I turned around I stumbled and stepped off the catwalk and my leg went through the ceiling, where my good buddies enjoyed a new episode of Uh Oh. Tugging on my leg and I can't even remember what all, because now I'm scared sober.
I climbed down and cleaned all the giant mess up and kept walking back and forth under the hole to see if anyone would notice it! C'mon. you know that's funny. The fellers were laughing their asses off. I just sat on my bunk and waited.
Sure enough, 10 minutes later we heard the door open and someone coming up the stairs. That begins Chapter 2.
2 things. Question- did I really think my DS would find that tequila bottle and trace it back to me? Most definitely. Didn't it?
#2- Beware the rot gut tequila with the red sombrero cap. That's my true story and I'm sticking to it.
Drill Sergeant Gore- "Private ____, you have orders to report for AIT in Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. Bus is here. Secure your issue and civilian property and report to the orderly room to sign out. By the way, who is going to pay for that hole in the barracks ceiling you fell through?"
Private ____- "Yes, well, I've been thinking about that, Drill Sergeant. Can the Army just take it out of my check?"
Drill Sergeant Gore- "Get out Private ____. Now!"
Private ____- "Yes Drill Sergeant!"
Basic Training, around now, 1974.
Ft. Polk Louisiana
Salary- $242.00 mo
Drill Sergeant Gore- "Private ____, you have orders to report for AIT in Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. Bus is here. Secure your issue and civilian property and report to the orderly room to sign out. By the way, who is going to pay for that hole in the barracks ceiling you fell through?"
Private ____- "Yes, well, I've been thinking about that, Drill Sergeant. Can the Army just take it out of my check?"
Drill Sergeant Gore- "Get out Private ____. Now!"
Private ____- "Yes Drill Sergeant!"
Basic Training, around now, 1974.
Ft. Polk Louisiana
Salary- $242.00 mo
LOL
Dad was Lt Col USAF at Barksdale, retiring to Lake Charles. Made many a trip to Ft Polk (later Camp Polk, IIRC).
Drill Sergeant Gore- "Private ____, you have orders to report for AIT in Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. Bus is here. Secure your issue and civilian property and report to the orderly room to sign out. By the way, who is going to pay for that hole in the barracks ceiling you fell through?"
Private ____- "Yes, well, I've been thinking about that, Drill Sergeant. Can the Army just take it out of my check?"
Drill Sergeant Gore- "Get out Private ____. Now!"
Private ____- "Yes Drill Sergeant!"
Basic Training, around now, 1974.
Ft. Polk Louisiana
Salary- $242.00 mo
